Lyrics:
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
postcard idea
i'm not yr oilwell
i'm not yr blood bank
i'm not yr bulletproof vest
or yr visa card
i ain't got no candy for you
i said i'm not yr vacation
like two shovels
Digging in me
cnd your love is like an oil-well
Dig, dig, dig, dig it
On the Champs-Elysees
Your head is like a yoyo
Your neck is like
be roped and tied
Let me tell you ain't that fine ain't that fine ain't that fine fine fine she's all mine
Well now her daddy owns a oilwell in
the gent with the mulliner bentley
And heaven knows what else.
Why, he wouldn't even stand a chance
With all his oil-wells.
She just went solo.
Do you
time for the gent with the Mulliner Bentley
And heaven knows what else.
Why, he wouldn't even stand a chance
With all his oil-wells.
She just went
I will make a hasty flight
across the sea and far away
to where the weary exiles stay
and some Arabian oil-well
impersonates a padded cell
dusk and finally the night
When I will make a hasty flight
Across the sea and far away
To where the weary exiles stay
And some Arabian oil-well
closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door
Now there's oilwells and motels and folks by the score
But there's nobody home on the range anymore
rolling, chrome on the plains
Musicians pull over looking over their shoulders
At hank williams, buddy holly lighting the flame
Motels, oilwells
ChevronPhillips, Tesoro, Plains GP, Oilwell Varco, ConocoPhillips
Baker Hughes, Holly Frontier, Marathon, Anadarko, Kinder Morgan
CST, Western Refining, Cameron,
I don't have a gold mine in Alaska and this won't be the year I fly to Rome
I don't have oilwells in Oklahoma oh but I have a kingdom I call home
I
someone said to Cindy
Old Shorty's rung the gong
The oil-well he's been drilling
Just came through she sang this song
Cut across the infield Shorty
Cut
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