Lyrics:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Take the banner
Hang it upside down
This country's in distress
From the schools to the factories
On the dead edge of town
This dream's a fucking mess
through the valley of my own
Shadows
I been investing in a miracle
With scars on my heart
It's a crying shame that we are what we are
A modern day slave
up a boulder
(HACK! HACK!)
Hack up a boulder
(HACK! HACK! HACK!)
Up a boulder
Now, one day, now I believe it was on a Tuesday, a man in
some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(hack!)
Hack up a boulder
(hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder
(hack! hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder
Now, one day
Yeah I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, if every well he'd
Yeah I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
"Wonder, if every well he'd
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
Schools, take 8.
DIRECTOR: Action!
NARRATOR: Defeat at the castle seems to have utterly disheartened
King Arthur. The ferocity of the French taunting took
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
and knocked my fence down just the other day
Tore up my yard and hauled my lawnmower away
Shot out my windows with the BB gun
A buggsy down the street came
Yeah I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, if every well he'd
Guy Clark
I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
"I wonder, Lord, has
Yeah I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, if every well he'd
And I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
And I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
ain't scared of none of y'all monkeys
At school my teachers used to flunk me
Hopin’ one day I turn to junkey
But only God can judge me, words of Makaveli
On the day that America
Fell to its knees
After strutting around for a century
Without saying thank you
Or please
And the shock was subsonic
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
old school like Gary
Spice in my rum got a pack from Cali
Don't mess about no dilly no dally
Hold tight Luke from the Valley
I told him keep hydrated
shepherd's crook,
Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death.
*
Those of us who stand out against the status quo
Do so against all
I'd play the red river valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through 70 years of living
And wonder, Lord has every well I've
Valley, off of Highway 79
Somewhere down a two-lane road is where I lost my mind
Ayy
Country singer? Country rapper? I don't care 'bout labels
I got
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