Lyrics:
Cut his hand from pickin' berries
He came runnin', cryin', to Mr. Jones.
CHORUS
I'm in trouble, come and get me Mr. Jones
You're the only one to help
No more trouble
Bdiana jones aka
3lajo
No more trouble
No more trouble
No more trouble
God is in control ohoo
No more trouble
No more trouble
No
'cause in each and every bourbon there's a burden to get by
And when someone calls for Jackson
for some Haggard or some Jones
All the toughest troubles
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones you better watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones you better watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed
Driving that train, high on cocaine
Casey Jones, you better watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my
Driving that train, high on cocaine
Casey Jones you better, watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones you better watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed my
thinking twice
In school young Casey had a little bit of trouble
When his birth name was heard in class
Teacher said Casey Jones the kids would titter
nothing but trouble
And for that reason there, I keep my shit in my pants
Because (I, can't, stand you scandalous hoes)
[Mike Jones]
Yeah! I watch my
to play
I fell victim to that highway jones
Now the road has become my home
It's the same but different every day
Trouble is, I've been living life all
get em'
Real niggaz ain't jammin' no
(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Yeah, I handle heat like a pizza man
you want beef
I met her out in Oklahoma down where the old Red River flows
I vowed my love to her forever she was my sweet sweet Rosie Jones
We walked alone down
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
Real niggaz ain't jammin' no
(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Yeah, I handle heat like a pizza man
you want beef I'll
into trouble
'Cause we comin' straight out the jungle (Grace)
Bruck up, it's bruck up, it's bruck up (Grace Jones)
Humble like we pon the come up
Trouble don't live here no more,they told me that he cut himself loose.
Mama says he never coming back,he's out there killin' the blues, yeah.
Told
I nor go do your body?
Baby you dey jones me
Yeah
Wety I nor go do your body?
O'dor you dey jones me
Yeah see
The things weh I go do your body,
Baby,
Jones and Jesus pulled me through.
The possum ain't no savior, but he never claimed to be.
And Jesus hung out with a crowd of trouble souls just liked
It's Tucci and Jones in the house tonight
With the Louis V on and the iron sights
Keep it guucchi baby, we know it's gon' be all right
Cause we'll be
has an O-level in chemo-hygiene.
Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris (T.J.) , married to a very attractive table
lamp. Nigel Incubator-Jones (J.C.), his best
the house
Jenny Jones A.K.A. Shawnna
Same ol' charge, wanted in 8 states
What's yo story this time?
Oh yes, yo' honor I see we talkin' again
I have no
can do
But you are like a drug to me
And I seem to feed your jones
And when I give in and I run to you
I get the guilt the addict owns
So here we
What, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Check it, yo
You say a one for the trouble, two for the time
Come on y'all, let's rock
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