Lyrics:
Days Of 49
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Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
every day like a birthday
Good things come to those that wait up (splish)
But don't wait to jump in too long
Don't sleep, you gotta stay up (splish)
the cornfield
Tom and LT talked for days
Accepting their roles together had changed
It wasn't easy at first
Giving up a vision decided at birth
So Tom took his
was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49
In
a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
rhyme ain't done
Then I took a trip to the center of the earth
I was kinda scared, so E-Love went first
I met these funny little people, they called
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
It was "Liberty or death."
What kind of hat is a three-cornered hat?
Did they all believe in liberty in those days?
Nobody who was anybody
with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
With' Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in
the props on the Eastside spots
Known to hit a five from a mile with a shot
Goofy was Mickey Mouse right hand man
One day smoked a stick, and came up
must be denied the facts every hour
We run to school, tryin' to get straight A's
Let's take a trip way back in the days
To the first
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
Y'all know that was the first black man in the White House
all You want for me
VERSE 3:
My eyes on You I'll go where You need me to
Lead me by faith let my days increase Your fame
Your kingdom is what I'm
ironic?
I adopted a child from overseas to rescue it from child labor factories
And On his very first birthday we went to build a bear workshop
Isn't
What? 30 days?
TOM:
Is that a little early to be seeing a therapist?
CINDY:
Oh, come on, Tom. It isnt an eternity, is it?
TOM:
No, its, like,
You, you, you
Like a broken record stuck on loop
So that day, on my birthday, I thought
"Something has to change"
You can't always be about waiting
pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
inherit the debt
You can bet I got better things to do than that
I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his boys
Came on my land, seized my cattle,
barely in the first grade
Got teeth mission'
Watchin' Tom & Jerry
Tryna go outside so I can play
I was told to watch out for strangers
Keep my eyes peeled
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
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