Lyrics:
Crosses the fence of the mayor’s house
Runs through the side corridor
Rushes to the backyard:
“Cock-Cock-a-doodle-doo!!!”
Stepping into the hen house,
He
Tiere sind hier wirklich cool
Echt cool"
„Come on, kids
Let's run around this farm one more time"
„Ja!"
Old McDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
With
the old donkey.
I am the deserted old donkey.
I worked hard for my master.
But now he is trying to desert me!
Run away, oh run, far away.
Run away, oh run
There
Everybody
Run
Run
Old macdonald had a farm
Ee i ee i oh
Ee i ee i oh
I just brought my new mixtape
On soundcloud
That cheese was fire
Drop
Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
Used to work on Mr. Finley's farm
But the old man wouldn't pay
So he packed his glove and took his arm
and he brought me a quail
With all these vaporizers taking my tobacco sale, oh well
My price of food is a shotgun shell
Yeah the only girl I love is my
M-M-M-Murda
Huncho farm (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip's too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm (ice, shine)
Cactus Jack, yeah,
Driving down Coates Highway
We pull up to your house
And walk on to the front porch
With old Charlie running out
With grandpa's hugs
And grandma's
ain't heal from
North shit lane to the Farm estate, asked the hometown, "Who run this borough?"
We used to take trips with guys from the L, now it's
the whereabouts of your farm
We're off and unless we're blown into kingdom come
We won't be back until we've found your mum
But we don't even know where his
Old McDonald had a farm but that was long ago
And the farm he has today
Well it's a little different than the one we used to know
Well the good
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare
And on the way home he crossed the path of a great big grizzly bear
Well the bear got down lookin' ready
mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare
And on the way home he crossed the path of a great big grizzly bear
Well the bear got down lookin' ready
the hicks and the fire-offs
You might come up missin'
From the hogs on my pop's farm
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow
You can come
a shotgun along
He got himself a mess a' mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare
And on the way home he crossed the path of a Great big grizzly bear
Well
old gray mules
The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
about the bullshit
Of getting old and getting bored
cnd sometimes they wonder what they're talking for
Bunch of farmers who can't farm anymore
HE can
the sweet stream run.
Now they might give me compensation
That's not what I'm chasing. I was a rich man before yesterday.
Now all I have got is a cheque
run, Maggie run
Be just as free as you are wild
A few kids later
We moved out on the farm
And she followed those kids around
Yeah, she kept them
her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
to a different farm
For a while, life was good for Mr. Chewbacca
He was doing good for himself
He was growing old
Having fun
Living in peace finally
Then one day,
like a rabbit on the run
Livin like a dog, hidin in a log
Runnin thru the bushes like a rabbit on the run
Got me a farm, got me a mule
Got me a truck
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