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three cords to play those good ole country songs
And her name's etched in the finish like a fading battle scar
And this 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's
And give my best regards to your good old dad

Back when we could laugh and play
On family reunion day
Didn't we all look funny
In our 1950s clothes?
regards to your good old dad

Back when we could laugh and play
On family reunion day
Didn't we all look funny
In our 1950s clothes?
Your daddy wore that
lookin' oh-so-cool

Well I'm off in my 1950 Mercury
Whoa I'm off in my 1950 Mercury
I'm gonna cruise around town 'til I find a girl for me

'cause
three cords to play those good ole country songs 
And her name's etched in the finish like a fading battle scar
And this 1950 Gibson was Emma Jean's
Oh me oh my
Get out of your 1950's fantasy,
Your face shines with misery
Transparently
Spew out that sobering
Half-assed victim rhetoric
Make
I was born in the Merrie City
I've been trying to get out of it
Nothing's changed since the 1950's
I'm surprised all the time, what I find out

There
Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell
Invented a contraption that we know so well
By the 1950's they were in everybody's home
There's a crazy
how
He made it here to the here and the now!

In the 1950s I was just a kid
Did all the kids stuff you people did
I rode a bike, I threw a ball, ?
me

I told you Mister
I ain't got no house
Ain't got no car

I got me a 1950 Les Paul guitar
Won't you take it Mister Banker
Won't you bury my
Fats Waller
Lipstick on your collar
Back in 1950
People had their honor

[Chorus]

They murder for a dollar
No-one hears you holler
Wrap up your
thing for me 

I told you mister 
I ain't got no house 
Ain't got no car 
I got me a 1950 Les Paul guitar 
Won't you take it mister banker 
Won't
1950, el mes de Agosto corría
Ya murió Eleazar Del Fierro, lo mato la policía

Vinieron de Matamoros, a quererlo desarmar
Eleazar ya maliciaba,
In the 1920s a man with a box came to stay
In the 1930s the man with a box went away
In the 1940s a man with a box went beserk
In the 1950s
Io sono nato nel 1950 
Come Gilles Villeneuve 
Io sono nato nel 1950 
Come Gilles Villeneuve 
Io sono nato nel 1950 
Come Gilles Villeneuve
the Renaissance and the Romans, the Victorians
Drinking in Deadwood in the 1880s
Rock and roll and drive thrus in the 1950s
Trying not to change things so
was 1950
Into the room
It's gray
It's covered with flowers
He keeps his golden cup
He makes jewelry for his daughter
He's always happy about
In 1950 when I was born
Papa couldn't afford to buy us much
He said, "Be proud of what you are
There's something special 'bout people like us"
In 1950 when I was born
Papa couldn't afford to buy us much
He said be proud of what you are
There's something special 'bout people like us
I was thumbing from Montgomery
I had my guitar on my back
When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac
He was dress like 1950
Half
In 1950 when I was born
Papa couldn't afford to buy us much
He said be proud of what you are
There's something special 'bout people like us
I'm going home (just hank and his guitar circa 1950)
When my work here is o'er
And trials come no more
On that great day I'm going home
To live
-previously a number one R&B hit for writer Hunter in 1950
-Words and Music by Ivory Joe Hunter


When I lost my baby (baby)
I almost lost my mind
When I
I'm going home (just hank and his guitar circa 1950)
When my work here is o'er
And trials come no more
On that great day I'm going home
To live

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