Lyrics:
Southwest, Cross and Quill Valley, Quillrun
Fresno and Arcola, plus the Dub we all one
Hiram-Clarke, South Park, Sunnyside and the Third
4th Ward, 5th Ward,
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country
Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country
Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country
Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in
ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns
Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie look-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country
Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in
trashy
Rolling old school flows (?)
(?) Valley cougars larks that park cut thangs and mustangs
But one thing there's gun play
So when the fucks bring
Let
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
fast to hold on to your sight
River Valley. Don't leave it behind
Into the country and into the dark
Past any building and past any park
River Valley
of the shop that sells cheap radios.
And there sits she - no bed, no bread nor butter -
On a double yellow line where she can park anytime.
Old Lady Grey;
out my momma window, tryna' get a new Starter
Treat Sun Valley like Decatur, Mountain Park like Port Arthur
I know my family dysfunctional so God
Down in the valley on my motor train
I’m gonna’ feel my bike, I’m gonna’ touch the wind
And ride
Just ride
Down in the corner on the dark night
leavin' home
My buddy left his wife and now he's livin' in a tent
A hippie sued me cause I did not have a room to rent
They built a trailer park before I
flossing
Talk the talk and walk the walk where the pack, rizzxle spark it
Car too fast, barely park it I be dragging, I be drifting
Country road, bet I
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
in my heart
Guiding me through the valleys
Till valet take my keys
And parks my spaceship
On the tip of the moon
Just so I can see my people
While I
you
Till you don't believe that this country was stolen from those who own it
Turned totem poles to homeless broken souls
'cuz motherfuckers are greedy
dice witcha
Valet park the car I stumble in whiskey on ice nigga
I've never been to France but I'd love to go
Late night slidin thru Paris I would love
blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle glides high above the canyons
And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the valleys
Where the sagebrush
dung ina di valley mi hear di people a cry see dem a ball another youth just died - why did he loose his life? guns police a utilitize cah dem hungry
at the park
Do you remember when we climbed up on the roof
Tripping on some LSD but we were so aloof
When Spring Valley PD came, you didn't miss a beat
We were
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