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snaffle tie or black suede clubbing shoes Well Gene Vincent Craddock, the people still move over when the Upminster Kid walked through With
trees and twisting tempered steel No bit or bridle snaffles or restrains me My back knows not the bite of saddles' cinch No rein or harness tethers
snaffle tie or black suede clubbing shoes Well Gene Vincent Craddock, the people still move over when the Upminster Kid walked through With
and Slicker than Gus I'm a high headed, unleaded snaffle bit chompa Man of the people, the Honkiest of Tonkers I'm six feet three inches of Tony Llama stompa
a powder-blue suit with criss-cross lurex thread He turned seventeen bought a big motorcycle and started wearing leather instead I could not afford a ruby snaffle
you snaffle a King? But currently I am burying weeds, burning my seeds, making my ends meet; increasing my proceeds. And when I say ima die trying I
on your medicine Are you thankful you hoarded those possessions One snaffle of a ketamine Grind me into the axels of the machine And leave me to the bones
that sledge On a rhino saluting like it’s time for the pledge These young riffle snaffles don’t know how to play it Sometimes it may seem that I may be
saddled up the little sorrel geldin' And fingered an old snaffle in his jaw I longed him in the high and broken sagebrush With Carter Downing lookin' down
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