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Written by: Mason Horne, John Byron, Blake Pendergrass

Well I’ve been drinking again just enough to admit
That I’ve been getting tired of us just

Doing the Byron's Boogie 
Doing the Byron's Boogie 

We got Brother Trucker, Kevin Gordon, Joe and Vicki Price 
Studebaker John, baby play the blues nice

And show me something (Unh huh)
One thing about me
I don't do that shit
Got these niggas in they feelings
Damn get off my clit
It was Byron, Rick and Dom

Janis Joplin, john Bonham
Jimi Hendrix, Marc Bolan

Cliff Burton, Randy Rhoads
David Byron, Brain Jones

Épül már a színpad a felhők felett
Az álmok

old friends, and the old you
You know, the Byron that would feel things
Real things
He even tried to conceal pain back in the day
They said it was weak

thought you would know
Even in Summer heat
Dudes you went to school with made it snow
As for your old friends, and the old you
You know, the Byron that

of muscle cars, it's like I'm Vin Diesel (boss)
How the fuck he was your boss when he didn't feed you? (How the fuck?)
Robert Smith numbers, Byron Allen

for my circle not my enemies 
Heart cold like the winter they be tempting me 
Supreme on my body like a deity 
Diamonds on my wrist n they VVs
John Cena

Lifestyles of the Not So Rich and Famous

Tracy Byrd

Today's Top 10 Country

1995

(Byron Hill/Wayne Tester)

Honey they're bringin' out a TV crew
They want to do a story 'bout me and you
They'll be stringin' up bright lights in

Call Up

Alan Parsons

The Time Machine

1999

john

Words live longer than a thousand years
Listen hard to what they say
Single voices that would change this world
We would welcome back today

My Ride's Here

Warren Zevon

My Ride's Here

2002

I was staying at the Marriott
With Jesus and John Wayne
I was waiting for a chariot
They were waiting for a train

The sky was full of carrion

Rihanna
These male betas with crying attitudes, I ain't mad at you
My kind of fabric is well tailored to a Byron Allen suit

You are, you are

all knotty
Don dapper John gotti
In this bitch
Tote my ego like a scale I'm Crash Holly in this bitch
Spanish bitches wanna share me last Taki in this

Most of you can't even picture this
I'm at my high point, like Acropolis
Because I'm a poet, like Lord Byron
Carved into the game, like Lacoon

really light the way

So call up Otis
Call up Marvin
Call for Buddy
Bring them on

Call for Ludwig
And for Johann
We need Lennon
We mean John

Words live

lad living in a French colony refused to adopt their Vulgar Latin
Instead, his voice chose to crawl outta the grave of Lord Byron
Who would've thought,

naked
I'm that motherfucker and these hoes can't take it
Skin tight Lycra, swag Lord Byron
I create a riot just to bitch slap Tyler
Young Swamp God,

mano y pasear por la diagonal/
y sacar muñecos de las máquinas

todos llevamos dentro/
un Byron muerto/
un Ledger muerto/
un Carver muerto/
un Elliott

Lifestyles of the Not So Rich and Famous

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Hits of Tracy Byrd

(Byron Hill/Wayne Tester)

Honey they're bringin' out a TV crew
They want to do a story 'bout me and you
They'll be stringin' up bright lights in

much money in the banks know imma cash in
Bitch I run this shit like Roman Reigns I'm with my faction
Bitch I hold the gold I'm in control you Byron

Greezy meté PLEN gun an film'lan, i kon John woo
An studio'a konsi an t Durk, an t Von too
Fiy'a kompran sa t kay pasé free, free the Twins boo

Lyrics by John Webster



The quarantine officers stopped me
And sent me back to the quay
Nonetheless Shelley and Williams
Kept heading out to sea
I

Country Songwritin' 101:

WHEN I THINK OF GOOD LOVIN'
Words and Music by John Ford Coley & Jenni Frankel

When I think of good lovin'
Ooh baby your

till en arena
Och Achtung baby fick mina ögon att
Börja lysa

Som två psykedeliska tromber och
John Huston sa
If you want it kid go and get it
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