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Pickin' on Joe Nichols: Blue (Pickin' On) · Joe Nichols (Joe Nichols) · Pickin' on Joe Nichols [2004] (Pickin' On) · Ole Ole Song Of The Game (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Olé Olé: The Party (DJ Bobo) · Made In Medina/Olé Olé (Rachid Taha) · Olé Olé: The Party (DJ Bobo) · Made In Medina/Olé Olé (Rachid Taha) · Ole Ole Song Of The Game (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Made In Medina/Olé Olé (Rachid Taha) – and 90 other albums »


the great escape, people still talk about it now

Joe and rosalita
Ball-cap, good-ole boy and brown-eyed senorita
Rocked this town like no one's ever done
Blue Monday morning at the factory gate
Almost time to clock in
The boys are all betting that Joe wouldn't show
They'd seen him over the weekend
seen.
Aspen gold among the green. Prettiest sight this city boy's ole smoggy eyes have seen.

Caught a ride from an old-time miner
Heading aimless toward
Tina got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you

I went to the high school about three o'clock
To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock
My homeboy's jeep,
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)

Hey hoe come
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?

Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
starts to disappear
The devil takes your hand and says, no fear
Have another shot, just one more beer
I've been there, that's why I'm here

This ole boy
starts to disappear
The devil takes your hand and says, no fear
Have another shot, just one more beer
I've been there, that's why I'm here

This ole boy
[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]
Jus' the good 'ole boys - hangin' out geddin' high
Jus' the good 'ole boys - watchin' cops ridin' by
Jus' the good 'ole boys - sittin'
Am I a believer in what the Good Book's all about
Am I a good ole boy hangin' at the ole hang out
Am I a drinker of a cold one now and then
You
So the big ole boy looks like he had enough
Still he could use a little mustard
Sits and laughs and talks about his groovy life
Can't sleep
but it's blowing on all our friends
We're gonna sit and grin and tell our grandchildren

About the time I called this Guy it was four in the morning
needed to write as we're kept out of sight, well no more
In a few hours by dawns early light we'll be ready to fight us a war
This time we're in it
Artist: Fat Joe f/ Armageddon, Tony Sunshine
Album: Loyalty
Song: All I Need
Typed by: y_c_brat@yahoo.com
[Talking: Fat Joe]
Cool & Dre
Who you
Tina got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you

I went to the high school about three o'clock
To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock
My homeboy's jeep,
her
I refer to one case in particular
She went with a boy named Joe
Who was always lisping so
When he'd ask this miss
For a little kiss it would
her
I refer to one case in particular
She went with a boy named Joe
Who was always lisping so
When he'd ask this miss
For a little kiss it would
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
about a big enough fool to lay it all right down

And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat
He knew this bunch of cutthroat?s would be mighty
her
I refer to one case in particular
She went with a boy named Joe
Who was always lisping so
When he'd ask this miss
For a little kiss it would
Tina got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you

I went to the high school about three o'clock
To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock
My homeboy's jeep,
Joe:
I'm out at last
Boy, the world sure looks different
Wow . . . there's hardly anything fun to do
Since they made music illegal
But I'm
from something called Ulysses.
Now I don't want this should scare ya
But my bunkmate has malaria

You remember Jeffrey Hardy
They're about
St. Joe, trade-in
I don't want this life
There's too much gold, and
Not enough bad guys
So won't you talk to St. Pete
And see what he can do for
this should scare ya'
But my bunkmate has Malaria
You remember Jeffery Hardy
They're about to organize a searching party

Take me home, oh Muddah,