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Crude Oil Blues

Jerry Reed

When You're Hot...The Very Best of Jerry Reed: 1967-1983

2009

so cold I'm about to freeze myself
We got the crude oil blues
Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are

Im saying
Fellas
There's orange inside these psychedelics
Delics
I need some breakfast
Just to wash down these psychedelics  
Delics
It's like fellas

deeper
Cold pressed roll, rest flow fresh
Inked flesh more or less, stay blessed
Shown death tone deaf
Silhouette motionless
Austere debonair handsome

now
Don't hold your breath
Struttin down the street
Pass masked folks everywhere you meet
Sky smokes and glows orange and gold
Latte's and cold press

Here is the palms
And orange trees

Here is the air 
And easy life
And nothing is pressed me
The nature caressed me

People are smiling 
And birds are

Here is the palms
And orange trees

Here is the air 
And easy life
And nothing is pressed me
The nature caressed me

People are smiling 
And birds are

ruby lips
They being soft and fine
For many’s the time they were
Pressed to mine

Oh i’ll go fishing in yonder’s brook
And i’ll catch my love
With a line

to Ghana
Look, my nieces in the Audi had to make me one promise (uh huh)
Love yourself it's a cold world, I'm honest (for sure)
Count your riches (count

Stoke up the fires, get the grand plan burning
Got the oil poured, swiftly, seize the mainline as warning
He points to the sky, eyes wide and wild

stones. Breathe deeply. 
Wrapped in the wind, but emotionally naked. Cold sand. 
The sun warms from above, untouched, touching. 
Orange-yellow auroras dance

boots and fresh-pressed suit
I desert the oasis absconding with soil
three days oil no map a gas mask and a single match
I descend through sand drift into

a cold-pressed orange juice
I would like to encourage you
You've got to think this through
Before you decide what next to do
So relax
Sit back
Take some time

So cold got ice on the floor
No shoes on better
Leave your ice at the door
We ain't playing nice anymore
Hit the ice then we
Went and took a tour

I

Ayerrr
Aiight
Aiight
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
Check me ouuut

Cold morning sunrise LSO vibe
Gotta quench the thirst
Ain't no waiting for

Yo
Fendi bucket block the sunshine
California coast
Orange juice cold pressed
With the avocado toast
A toast to a new day
Blessings all around
May

watered in the rain 
Removing vinegar and oil stains
The judges were impressed but vain
So removed themselves in model planes

It passed between the blues

your best
Homie had the machine to make oil
We was getting reefer pressed
Up at the Sleep 4 Less
I ain't no killer but please dont mess
Smoke that killa

with humble crow now what's a little wine
I been pressed, my oil, over flows
So

I'm thankful lately
With God who's changing
Me and letting me grow

over ya'
Head on da front porch, live in Ansonia
Beat the dead horse ain't stopping no warrior
I be dropping oils dat' shits Cambodia 
Powdering

Red Beans & Rice

Spearhead

Home

1994

a farmer and it gets on my clothes 
it's rather unsightly/ can even be frightening 
but cold medication/ should not be taken nightly
because everything dat I

bitten off a little much to chew
This is true, but it will never be enough for you

Shaking in the cold, The creatures watched their homes, all be cut up

Shout out DJ-Chop-A-Lot
I see you boy
Pulled up aux cord slapping Orange Season
She asked "Who is this?" I wasn't speaking
The lyrics had me

my hybrid Bentley, eco friendly 

Munching on some super food drinking that cold pressed turmeric juice 



It’s that conscious shit 

It’s that

treat me, when I drop a surprise 
I been here for 5 
Some cold blooded killas, the squad is comprised of 
And now we lit up like a BIC 
Snow