Lyrics:
'Way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play
Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the ground
'Way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play
Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the ground
There's some chore's in this house
There's some chore's in this house
French maid
Pedigree neat
Dirt don't beat me
Make oak pristine
Make that Covid game
CB on the beat yeah, ayy
It's a whole lotta money in this club
Rich niggas, bad bitches
we don't fuck with scrubs
It's a whole lotta Henny in this
Down in the scrub oak country
To the southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman,
A brakeman double tough.
He worked the town of Kilgore,
God painted the bluebonnets in the fields,
By a tough little scrub oak, on an east Texas hill.
And he plucked the star from a lone star sky,
The moonlight's risin on the seaside grove
Oooo spread the sunshine and warm my soul
So cold
Oooo rest your feel from chasing gold
Ooo
At the oak above the clouds
days ago
Right now I’m Tony Montana
I know that nothing is permanent
I’ll scrub you off like a henna
Living and learning and keeping my chin up
I can’t
In yo head yeah that’s where I stay
Pullin up skrt skrt seaside broadway
Got that drank finna sip dusse
Say my name while I hit pussy
B.I.G lil baby
The moon is hanging
High and lonesome
Cicadas singing
Warms winds blowing
Salt and live oak
Somewhere God knows
The street lights glow
For their
the seaside
Got them going mad from your ends to these sides
Got them all buzzin like Ive just kicked the beehive
Dont try and draw that zute because that weeds
you're far too old to give in to imagination
No, not yet
Some people like to splash and play
Can you imagine that?
And take a seaside holiday
Can
Strawbs - October To May
Summer's gone come chill October days
We will stroll through russet trees
Through the fallen leaves of oak and sycamore
The piano's lyin? in the street broken apart
My favorite old oak tree's rooted up
But I'll plant myself a new one after the flood
After the flood
After
Pretty girl, you can runaway
Get lost somewhere get stranded wait out this hurricane
A little seaside town carnival closed down where nobody will look
Just stomp some ground and fake it
Grab what your momma gave ya
And shake it, shake it, shake it
Old Uncle Leroy, out under the old oak tree
He's got
won't stop a nigga
South Oak Cliff you want respect gotta load that up and drop a nigga
Coroners called to mop a nigga out the picture crop a nigga
I see
Black crow, o’ wise raven, perched high above me
You make your home in this old scrub oak tree
Whose branches twist and turn as they reach for
of history cover you too. The wires of time bind me to you. The rolling hills we cut with roads. The streets we scrub clean clean. This really works. It
Yeah
OutWest Players
And we them
So I ran into this pretty little Oak Park shorty from back in the day and she said
“Man it’s been a minute and you
RENDEZVOUS
Oh, what a thrill
it’s Saturday night
and we’re in the sand hills
with scrub oaks and pines all around.
We’re twelve miles from
Under the darkened, Ancient oak
Gentle in the nights breeze
I stop and stare, rest a while
With hands upon my knees
Through jaded leaves, bush
came home
And there ain't no forgetting that you're out on your own
Turned the scrub oaks to timber and you're left without friends
And you don't
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