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that she really wants when the lights go out at night are the Oak Ridge Boys. You ought to hear the noise when the music hits her right.
Oh yeah she
Still screaming Oak Cliff
man, don't ask me why
I'm from the O-A-K-C-L-I-F-F
With my niggas are by myself, don't bite my tongue or hold my breath
I
the Blue Ridge mountain blues,
Goin' to see my old oak tree,
Gonna hunt the possum
Where the corn cob blossom,
In my Blue Ridge far away.
Woo!
I
the Blue Ridge mountain blues,
Goin' to see my old oak tree,
Gonna hunt the possum
Where the corn cob blossom,
In my Blue Ridge far away.
Woo!
I
raised his hand, and i shot that son of a bitch.
And i threw him down Greasy Ridge.
Several moons gone overhead,
When farmer Johnson found that ol' boy
left my family and I left my home in the hickory and the ash and the oak
And they shipped us off to a broken world where the dust would make you choke
We
I'm goin' to stay right by my pa, I'm goin' to do right by my ma,
I'll hang around the cabin door, no work or worry anymore.
I got the blue ridge
not see his Mother when the work's all done this fall
Submitted by Dennis Smith, Oak Ridge, NC
it up we make it shower
Putin backed, yeah we got that Slavic power
Grabbing a beer from the fridge
Swapping my Ether for Ridge
From other tokens I
the Alpha Dog who be holding it down
I'm still repping O, residing South Ridge
The same crazy cracker since the days we were kids
Times constantly change but
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
my story wouldn't stick
Incriminating pictures show me some other chick
It happened once before and she was tired of the tricks
She asked me if I
Bound
I'm from the Midwest with Southern heart
A country boy from the start
A cracker dude with Southern swag
Puffing on that purple bag
Steak and shrimp,
and fit and stronger than a bull. I give you ten cents more, cause you do the work of four. It's boys like you that keep my pockets full Lord, Lord and my
The Oak Ridge Boys – The American Dream
(Written By Keith Stegall & Gary Harrison)
Well they moved away from the
Farms they did not own
To live
Mahatma
I will do tapas in the forest until Lord Narayana gives me a vision and my father's love.
My dear boy.. Is it only a man's love that you're in
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
And it's home, boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country
Where the oak
I send the check for the lease every January
To 1100 Beckham Ridge Road
Have your corn knee-high by July
Where we hunt the bottom by the white-oak
The Oak Ridge Boys sang 'Elvira', Ricky played the mandolin
Them old boys from Alabama put the pedal to the metal
And let it roll, roll on
And I
McKellar, Macarthur and Campbell
They were Scullin a cask of Oaks Estate wine. I, on the other hand had a
Bonner idea to drink a bottle of Franklin water
a lot of rules
We ain't never played by the rule
They ain't never played by the rule
Get 'em gone, if niggas wanna do it
OAK, that nigga, is you foolish?
The other night I met a girl
And she looked to be so nice
I asked her for the digits
And she didn't think twice
A couple of days later called her
Ravana, I am pleased by your devotion.
Ask me for a Boon
Oh Lord,
I wish to own your Aathmalingam.
I have performed this penance to obtain it from you.
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