Lyrics:
Pack a pack horse and rest up here on
Black country rock
You never know, you might find it here on
Black country rock
Pack a pack horse
Pack a pack horse and rest up here on
Black country rock
You never know, you might find it here on
Black country rock
Pack a pack horse
fuss,
You wont even see me, oh oh, for dust,
Im running with pack,
Running with pack,
Im running with pack,
Running with pack,
Never looking back,
You
I got a six-pack
And nothing to do!
I've got a six-pack
And I don't need you
Thrity-five dollards and a six pack to my name (six-pack!)
Spent
I got a six-pack
And nothing to do!
I've got a six-pack
And I don't need you
Thrity-five dollards and a six pack to my name (six-pack!)
Spent
no fuss
You won't even see me, oh no, for dust
I'm running with the pack
Running with the pack
I'm running with the pack
Never looking back
and time to find if
Rhyme has a reason
Time to pack it in and stay down
Pack it up and walk away now
Give it one more day or call it a season
I can tell
the captains, captains quarters must retreat
Pack the compass, pack the tents, take the bunks
They just chalked it down in history but they kept their
to use somebody else.
I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go.
I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go.
Guess you don't love me, babe,
Howling the pack in formation appears
Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
Waving us back in formation,
The pack in formation
Bowling they
Yeah, yeah all kinda packs
I got a whole lot of that, all stupid packs
Roll it up, Migo team got them shooters
I got different kinda packs
All
pack my walking shoes
To lose those Wabash Blues
sing out our deeds tonight
Oh hear the tune of the wild hunting call
As we sing by the moon's silver light, silver light
The pack can always defend
Ay
Escúchalo
Pasame ese pack pack pack
Pack pack pack
Pack pack pack
Pack pack pack
Pack pack pack
Pasame ese pack pack pack
Pack pack pack
Pack pack
You wanna jump me in the pack
Rat Pack, rat pack
My crew has got my back
Rat pack, rat pack
Been through this shit before
Rat pack, rat pack
and pass on the weed
Owners say we can smoke but too
Much they'll ask us to leave
Must not know it was that pack
(Must not know it was that pack)
Must not
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
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