Lyrics:
autumn brown
But I really only want to get to you
Sitting by the window, watching ocean going by
Seems I should be with you but how fast can this
the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the ring
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the ring
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
told me that delta's brown skinned, akas' light skinned
And they supposed to be bougie, so they got white friends
First day of school, I'ma take you
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
and the Santa Fe.
See the old smoke rising round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.
Folks around these parts set the time of day
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
inside
Life ain't never been better than it is now
I ain't lonely, I'm by myself
'Cause when you got the Lord you got all the wealth
Check me out I
You're my man and I'm your girl
There's nothing better in this whole wide world
I'll stand by your side till the very end
All in all, best of love, we
today
Had an uncle who was farmin' down in Tennessee
And I stopped by to see him there brought this friend with me
He had a daughter seventeen whose name
"Brown Brown Brown"
Down to da "Brown Brown Brown"
Down to da "Brown Brown Brown"
[Kardinal Offishall]
Yo, each and every day my crew gets better
You pull
The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
In the hot joint takin' the pill
There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
Yeah, hustler music
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I
It was the morning of October 6th, 1960
I was wearing my brown suit
Preparing to leave the house of D.
Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
Take me somewhere where the land turns to
A bright sandy beach and a scenic view
Let me sit there a while, while Zac Brown plays
And I'll stay
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
Well, grey is the color of my world since you left me
On that bright and sunny, orange and mournful day
No more rainbows shining out my window
don't play by the rules makin' no sense today
Gotcha on line so you think it's okay
Better built cell block, mos def say
That's where you gonna stay,
& the Santa Fe
See the old smoke rising round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's going to meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the time of day
From
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
me
What do ya think
Chorus
We were at the ball park all day
listening to Zach brown band play
summer nights turned into days
singing some
.jpg/300px-Zac_Brown_Band_161020-A-HD608-080_(30797232664).jpg "Zac Brown Band")
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