Lyrics:
A knockoff necktie
The way he wore it made it look more like a tourniquet
I looked deep in his eyes
I saw Lynn, Massachusetts
She hung
past life
Oh God I think I'm hung over from last night
Every decision you make off emotion the boy losing focus
She seen em get a promotion and there
Boy".
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn",
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an'
talk, you could hear it sing
He played an old piece, he called "Soldier's Joy"
And the one he called "Boston Boy"
The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn
"Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they
was "Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where the fiddle begins
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played
"Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they
of all was the "Jennie Lynn",
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen
talk, you could hear it sing
He played an old piece, he called "Soldier's Joy"
And the one he called "Boston Boy"
The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn
called the "Boston Boy".
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn",
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High
the "Jennie Lynn"
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins
Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle,
"Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they
"Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they
"Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they
Layman layman engineer
Had to show those school boys how it's done
But his plaque was hidden in his rubbish
Also hung at the Smithsonian
His
of all was "Jenny Lynn"
To me that is where the fiddle begins
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hills and above the town
Uncle Pen played
Lynn
And do it from De-troit to Ber-lin
Yeah, movin' this shit
Forth and back, forth and back
Forth and back
Forth forth, back back, forth forth,
girl Cheryl Lynn
And do it from De-troit to Ber-lin
Yeah, movin' this shit
Forth and back, forth and back
Forth and back
Forth forth, back back,
Hear It Sing.
He Played An Old Tune Called The Soldier's Joy
And he played The One Called The Boston Boy
The Greatest Of All Was Jenny Lynn
To Me That's
This one dedicated to Cassandra Lynn Souza
(I wanna spend some time with you)
I love you baby
I remember, when Shawn gave me the phone. I thought...
hung down in shame
Down in Tombstone there was Bad Billy Lynn
He was fast but Billy knew you were faster and he couldn't win
Reputation can put a man
Body to an hour glass
Ass from New York to Maryland
Shorties know it got to be
Real like Cheryl Lynn
Had to break the rules when
I met sterile Gwynn
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