Lyrics:
My name is Paddy O´Hanlon
and I was born and bred
In the plains and the hills of Kansas
where I was raised in a rotten shed
And my daddy fled from
Come out, come out wherever you are
And meet the young lady who fell from a star
She fell from the sky, she fell very far
And Kansas she says is
of mine,
But the Wichita Jail
Is a long long way
From the Tupelo County line,
I gotta do my time
Well I ain't got a cent of the money I had
I spent
But the Wichita Jail
Is a long long way
From the Tupelo County line,
I gotta do my time
Well I ain't got a cent of the money I had
I spent it
Southern Finney county
It's been some years without me
Sublet is where
I bore my name
The wind blows all directions
Jetmore to Protection
Dodge
county cop
To get my hands on you
If it's the last thing I do
A box of chicken and a day old biscuit
Ain't nothing left but a few old bones
I outta
will wait
In that Show-Me-State
[Chorus]
Yes, Virginia
There' a world to see
But without you
Where can it be?
I'm goin' to Kansas City
But
What you're about to witness
Is one of the best collaborations of all time
Kansas City's
Humboldt County's
Show 'em we are what we are (hey yo!)
Defendant car dealer appealed an
Order from the
Superior Court of Los Angeles County
(California)
Which denied the dealer's petition to compel
What you're about to witness
Is one of the best collaborations of all time
Kansas City's
Humboldt County's
Show 'em we are what we are (hey yo!)
the whiskey
I've come down from the smoke
I've come down from the mountain
Down every little county backroad
A hit of your kiss and a sip of your twist
In
for certain
Foundations built on bad bad associations
Got me mixed up in accusations
Now I'm agitated
I'm frustrated
With the loyalties we negotiated
So
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to Dade county's Finest, in association with
the mighty Bang dept. and David Downey Jr. team. Everybody's
county line
I gotta do my time
Well this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton
Makin' lil ones outta big ones in this red hot Kansas sun
I
A petty search for a piece of mind.
One that lasted most of his life.
Kansas was dry in the summer of '09.
Andy got bored up and left one night.
From the soil blown drifts near Liberal Kansas
To the highway of squatters blown in the breeze
To the labor camps of California
These are the dust
of mine,
But the Wichita Jail
Is a long long way
From the Tupelo County line,
I gotta do my time
Well I ain't got a cent of the money I had
I spent
had my share, man
I've been everywhere
I've been to:
Boston
Charleston
Dayton
Lousiana
Washington
Houston
Kingston
Texas (County)
Monterey
speed trap and county cop
To get my hands on you
If it's the last thing I do
Box of chicken and a day old biscuit
Ain't nothin' left but a few old
knock knock at your door
Let's not get it twisted, yeah I am from Kansas but I don't live on no farm
Keep that nine like Tony Romo, only real niggas in
TRAP, COUNTY COP TO GET MY HANDS ON YOU IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO BOX OF CHICKEN AND A DAY OLD BISCUIT AIN'T NOTHIN' LEFT BUT A FEW OLD BONES I
the next victim to take a ride in the black ride
Verse 2
Just another homicide, for that west county times
fools gettin took out the game, with
and county cop
To get my hands on you
If it's the last thing I do
A box of chicken and a day old biscuit
Ain't nothin' left but a few old bones
I wanna
Well you can drive that Winnebago to the Trego County line
Jam to all that mushroom rock on FM-99
And I will follow to Ogallah; then we'll go our
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