Lyrics:
out Ford you had is runnin' just as good as it ever has
I think I broke your record for a smallmouth bass
Sunset spinnerbait, second cast
I wonder
Stormin' on the blue.
Well I wanted to fly high, and I got charred
To survey the land was a task too hard
In the burning, drying heat
Summer will slay.
But I
who showed me the way
I went back home and wrote a song
And made a record I could claim
The little tune jumped on the charts
And rode me right
the biggest, the loudest
Hairiest group of all
We cut a record once it sold a lot in France
Now we're getting tired of the game
In and out of towns satisfying
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in,
Some people just fly over small towns just like this
The middle of some nowhere, to them that's all it is
From up there lookin' down but they don't
cotton fields that never heal, what's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be reciting my quotes
can survey
Just what lies in the bay
Captain Crab spies a cute little town
Captain Crab is crawlin' down so he can see
These little people
Tinier than
and down
Biting your living hold your breath until we come to your town
L-L-see-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-are-D-A-S
Cut Creator cut the record for me
[Chorus]
records
Is that where she belongs?
Better think it through
Remember who
Is there something new?
Or is it you again?
Sail away
Sail away
Sail
Breaking land speed records in the van
Road man he don't mind police man
Leaving a trail of ripped up citations
Road man, slow it down
And you will get
disgraced, is not that bad
And hopefully with our online poll they'll quit being mad
But the survey only asked yes or no questions
We didn't give 'em a chance
bubblegum boy
The old mill town convenes to hold your hand
Across the valley way
Rest on his perch to survey the land
O mighty eye, so focused down the tube
records
Is that where she belongs?
Better think it through
Remember who
Is there something new?
Or is it you again?
Sail away
Sail away
Sail
Huddie Ledbetter was a helluva man
Huddie got his music from the
Heart of the land in his voice you could
Hear John Henry's hammering
While his hands
Now, I grew up down an old dirt road in a town you wouldn't know
My pop's picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks back in 1964
My grandfather
I drove twelve hundred miles up the Northeastern coast
Left the highway took the long way through the town that was my home
And my imagination must
caught without it
It's Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke
DJ keep it cool, Reggie let me UH-HAH clear my throat
When I'm in yo' town man', you
the same old face
Background small town everywhere you look around
Tell me what you're runnin from
Flip a coin and let it land in your hand
Heads you gonna
Now, I grew up down an old dirt road in a town you wouldn't know
My pop's picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks back in 1964
My grandfather
between teeth
With still a whole lotta future to go
Bags of records as currency
For rent and cigs and electricity
Shit and phone, prostitutes
On Chrystie
hand, gain a home of my own, survey my land. If I can't have the forest I'll settle for a tree, it's the only way for me to feel free.
Oh no control for
a clown
Only pay your respect before they put him in the ground
When the birds land nigga guess who put em in the town
So the pitchers is out, guess who
Mama named Vicky
I told her stop suckin', girl
You givin' me a hickie
Name's on the record, wonder on the beat
Get your stamped out like we're
Drummin'
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