Lyrics:
(Highway killed the village)
(Highway killed fashion, killed fashion)
Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (By the milliner) by the milliner
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
to the old rugged cross
I believe that this life with its great mysteries
Surely someday will come to an end
Oh, but faith will conquer the darkness
Right there upon the Rugged Cross you'll see
Is where for my sins He died for me
Flying high like an eagle over battle fields
Tattered and torn but
blue or bright
This is the land of the Fenns
Once the trees were as old as the world
Whole Tavastia was quiet and tranquil
Now those days have gone by
know
Death won't ever take me, no
At that old and rugged cross
Is where You saved my soul
And I know, I know
Wherever You say I'll go
From now on I'm
pastures green
With oil of the spirit anointing my wounds
There I'd rest by the clear healing stream
Oh but now more than ever
I cherish the cross
More than
all taken
and gone and neither here nor there in the concept or the
thing or my old uncle henry down them dusty highways.
the new black art is this:
the whole world was lost.
How the Only Begotten with grace so amazing,
Gave up His life on an old rugged cross.
I don't want to forget so please, tell me
Tell
stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
way
I headed out for western skies
Cap on my head and a bottle of booze
Sing sing the highway blues
Sing sing the highway song
Down by the old highway
I wear, I
bought on my own
CHORUS 1
These scarlet sins had a
crimson cost
You nailed my debt to
that old rugged cross
An empty slate, at the
empty
stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
plus
He's tough-rugged and rough like old rust
His tender splendedness will cause hard rocks to blush, plus
He'll interrupt your rap program with
to stay up in his face
By prayer and grace as sheep among wolves
We duck the buck shot and keep it moving with the hooves
Tell me what's rugged
que no te importa nota pinche leva
Meet me wherever whenever's clever
Ponle homey, turn up the system
I got the Sureno blues rhythm
Ain't nothing quite
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
America gone plastic
And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old
line of the highway sails under my wheels
A northern Texas thunderstorm in Pampa
Red stones and blue skies in the canyonlands
The signs of bars
carrying His Blue Cross & Blue Shield
Branded with a holy insignia (Cigna) living out His will
this song
This Broken Man needs to sing
How great thou art
Sings my soul my savior God
How great thou art
On that old rugged cross
You gave me
surrendered and earth is no more
I'll still cling to the old rugged Cross
really thought that I was lost
Til I heard my dying mother sing 'Old Rugged Cross'
And I didn't know, all those years ago
How the years would go
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