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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
the backyard
Working on a feast of barbeque
Aha aha ? kids are playing in the pool
Aha aha ? Uncle Bob?s so drunk again

Verse One

Beautiful, grand wide open
there's my daughter Dottie,
She takes guitar, that's true.
Junior, he takes karate.
Smashed her guitar in two.

For all these lessons,
I have to pay.
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Peter 3:15, 2 Timothy 4:2

Enough of the sidelines, gotta get in the game
When nothing is ventured, nothing
Written by bob welch.


For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
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
I married my wife on the day of the eclipse
Our friends awarded her courage with gifts
Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts
I look
pepperhead from 164th

I stay shivery on cash delivery
Cats ain't never gettin me, high as I be
Get my think on, get my drink on
Cuban links on with my
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way,
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way,
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Side!
When I pull out the chopper 100 round drum,  all hollow

Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow,
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
Sanders, Oliver Peoples
Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester
See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant
I
Sanders, Oliver Peoples
Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester
See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant
I
ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly want to be like Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wick-wacky
Tom and Dick want to be like Harry
Little do they know he's
powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night

PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
done heard it first on how I shitted on your turf
At times, Cuban Link verse, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin'
Face in
overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf that time
Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night

PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair

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