Lyrics:
the south
Bringing the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him
the south
Bringing the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him
the south
Bringing the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him
the south
Bringing the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him
Mothers against drunk drivers, the Pope is against the pill
The unions against the workers working against their will
The Presidents against
of this country's broken
The land is cracked and the land is sore
Farmers are hanging on by their fingertips
We cursed and stumbled across that shore
of this country's broken
The land is cracked and the land is sore
Farmers are hanging on by their fingertips
We cursed and stumbled across that shore
Mothers against drunk drivers
The Pope is against the pill
The union's against the workers
Working against their will
The president's against
the trains
And the farmer raising wheat
Upon the Kansas plains
The butcher, the baker
The tinker and the tailor
We'll all work behind the soldier and sailor
Mothers against drunk drivers, the Pope is against the pill
The unions against the workers working against their will
The Presidents against
joins the Union jus' like all the others
The farmer, and cowman and the merchant
Must all behave themselves and act like brothers
I'd like to teach
Had some time for farmin' then
Banks back then was lendin' money
The banker was the farmer's friend
And I've seen dog days and dusty days;
Late
Tres toneladas y media
En su interior las llevaba
El plan de vuelo traían
A la unión americana
Pero cayó por Guerrero
Se le cansaron las alas
We went down to Churubusco
But the devil got there first
The road was hard, the way was long
Churubusco was far worse
Pressed in the Union Army
Tres toneladas y media
En su interior las llevaba
El plan de vuelo traían
A la unión americana
Pero cayó por Guerrero
Se le cansaron las alas
Cumbre, Yotoco, El Salao
Por Yumbo se mete uno a Vijes
Cerca a la montaña está Toro y La Unión
Y cómo olvidar La Victoria, Darién, Caicedonia
Anserma
that's no reason why they can't be friends
And when this territory is a state
An' joins the Union just like all the others
The farmer, the cowman,
devenir.
Hasta los pies de la montaña,
Donde el pueblo bebe y se baña.
Gota a gota fue sumando,
Porque será, será por gravedad.
Que si la unión hace la
Andrew:
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough,
The other
I'm so cold
Whether Fahrenheit or Celsius, these niggas know
Below zero
Farmers Boulevard superhero
Word to Swizz Beatz, we rep like X-Men,
Hey
Well I'm a teacher, I'm a farmer, I'm a union man
It's getting harder to make a living on this hard land
We ain't working in our factories all
Somos hechos de barro
Y agua nuestros sentimientos
Y un soplo del aire nos da la vida
Y en un viaje a la montaña nos dimos cuenta
Que todos los seres
montañas
Vengo de un dorado atardecer
Vengo de la ciudad y la selva
Del canto sagrado del Yagé
Despierta ya, caminemos en la Luz
Vibra en Amor
Alegría,
que el ganjah farmer
Unión llegó a cultivar
Sistema adverso mi clan
Dmzi esta noche es el refrán
Amo yo la weed quita mi malestar
Con fe en el futuro
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