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Cowboy On A Gallop (Larry W Jones 10/30/2020) (song #7722)
Oh, a cowboy who’s on a gallop rides alone
All by himself is where he always will belong
Git along Buckeye, there’s a rainbow in the sky
And there’s gold in the streams far ahead
We’ll get there sometime soon in the sweet by and by
Git along Buckeye, to a new spread
Oh, a cowboy who’s on a gallop rides alone
All by himself is where he always will belong
(Instrumental)
Oh, a cowboy who’s on a gallop rides alone
Far away from his old saddle pals
Old Buckeye, he’s a-ridin’, listens to his song
Bout leavin’ behind some pretty gal
Oh, a cowboy who’s on a gallop rides alone
All by himself is where he always will belong
(Instrumental)
Git along Buckeye, there’s a rainbow in the sky
And there’s gold in the streams far ahead
We’ll get there sometime soon, in the sweet by and by
Git along Buckeye, to a new spread
Oh, a cowboy who’s on a gallop rides alone
All by himself is where he always will belong

I was breathing in the ashes
Looking for some truth
I saw an old timer
Chewing tobacco and picking country blues
I wouldn't have it any other way
They were slow as molasses days
Had a slingshot made from an oak tree branch
Soup cans lined up on the fence
And it all made sense

It was all I knew
Bright as a forsythia bush in bloom
When the light's right
Early April, late afternoon

Kept a buckeye in my pocket
Horseshoe by the door
A melody in my head
I hadn't heard anybody sing before
And I wouldn't have it any other way
They were sweet as sugar cane days
And the hardware store had hard candy
And harmonica's in the key of C
Good advice was free

It was all I knew
Bright as a forsythia bush in bloom
When the light's right
Early April, late afternoon

And it all made sense
It was all I knew
Bright as a forsythia bush in bloom
When the light's right
Early April, late afternoon

He held a job at the Buckeye Creamery 
Toolmaster of Brainerd 
He had a way with the old machinery 
Toolmaster of Brainerd 
But on the day when the shutdown came 
All his old girlfriends looked the same 
He rumbled down for a change of scenery 
Hello, Toolmaster of Brainerd 

Inside his case was a Gibson Disaster 
Toolmaster of Brainerd 
He played guitar like a master but faster 
Toolmaster of Brainerd 
He came to town on a charter bus 
Too young and sweet to be hustling us 
He played guitar like a natural disaster 
Play on, Toolmaster of Brainerd 

A letter came from the Buckeye Creamery 
It said, "Mr.

I've had a rough night you're not even fat
You're just plus sized i'm sorry man
I won't say it again
I'm just fan who's bug eyed not a

Tough guy talking shit behind a screen
Yeah, you tough guy
Acting like you are the king
Yeah, you a tough guy
Now put that barrel to your teeth
Meet me in person
I guarantee you won't say that shit to me
Yeah, you a tough guy
Talking shit behind a screen
Yeah, you tough guy
Acting like you are the king
Yeah, you a tough guy
Till I put that barrel to your teeth
Meet me in person
I guarantee you won't say that shit to me
Yeah, you a tough guy

But the one filled with fluff kind
On the inside you soft and sweet
Like a buckeye what the fuck guy?
Once I reply you might suck on me
Like a tick does my pumps eye
But I got front line, combined
With the bloodline of a dog
Biting bitches with my canines
If they ain't right
You coulda been a part of this
But sierra missed like a fake Sprite
Cause I'm greatness in the making
You just a basic plain jane that is hating
And the day that I make i'ma make sure
That my name makes way
To your fan base fake playlist (Woo)
Oh man got my swag on you don't like that?

I Miss You

DMX

The Great Depression

2001

(She used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay, now (everything will be okay)
(I really miss hearin')
Baby it's gon' be okay (baby it's gon' be okay)
(She used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay, now (ohh)
(I really miss hearin')

Baby it's gon' be okay (I remember when she said)
(She used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay, now (everything will be okay)
(I really miss hearin')
Baby it's gon' be okay (listen to me, listen baby)
(She used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay, now (everything will be okay)
(I really miss hearin')

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see, yeah

I Miss You

DMX

The DMX Files [Clean]

2002

(She used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay, now (everything will be okay)
(I really miss hearin')
Baby it's gon' be okay (baby it's gon' be okay)
(She used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay, now (ohh)
(I really miss hearin')

Baby it's gon' be okay (I remember when she said)
(She used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay, now (everything will be okay)
(I really miss hearin')
Baby it's gon' be okay (listen to me, listen baby)
(She used to tell me that)
Baby it's gon' be okay, now (everything will be okay)
(I really miss hearin')

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see, yeah

I've travelled round from state to state to other lands I've been
There's no place in this whole world like the buckeye state my friend
Where peaceful farmland stretches out as far as the eye can see
From the hills in the south to the lake up north it's home sweet home to me

Ohio   I'm heading home to you
The road to Columbus will carry me through
The sweetest country in the land that's where I long to go
Cause there's nowhere that can compare with, Ohio

Now old Kentucky's mighty fine the home of Bill Monroe
And West Virginia's wonderful and wild I know you know
Lot's of folks they love to live in sunny Tennessee
But put me in Ohio boys that's where I'd rather be

Now if you're still wonderin' why Ohio's where I'd rather be
My wife and children live there, and they mean the world to me
Mom and Dad still live there too, they say they've missed me so
And the kindest friends that's ever been all live in Ohio

DEAR MA

Thank you for the colors
For the sunrises in all their different hues
Thank you for the oceans and the seas
And all their vivid greens and blues
Thank you for the rivers dancing
Through the valleys as the moonlight gleams
And for every snowcapped mountain
Smiling down on every newly crawling stream

Thank you for those seventh birthday treasures 
That we stole down from your tree
Sweet as any sugar cane or
Sourwood honey burgled from the bee
Hiding with my best friend in the backyard
Underneath the buckeye's reach
No richer memory will I savor
Than our laughter and the flavor of that peach
And the majesty of manes on horses
Waving to us from the neighbor’s field
Mockingbird with poem and verse recited
And your beauty was revealed

Dear Ma,
My brothers and my sisters can’t agree
We argue over what we want
And how it’s supposed to be
It’s hard to make a difference
When your scared of the unknown
Dear Ma,
You are my home

Thank you for the slow cicada’s song
That first loves lied in on the deck
Bright blue eyes and berries on the porch swing
As the sweat clung to our necks
Thank you for the chiming summer breeze 
That cooled our palms upon the stair
Thank you for the sweet upon her lips
And for the lily in her hair

Dear Ma,
My brothers and my sisters don't agree
We argue over what we are
And what we want to be
It’s hard to make a difference
When you think that your alone
Dear Ma,
You are my home

Long tall Susan, lived up the street,
She drove a 77 metallic green beetle, god damn that thing was sweet.
She'd take us to the drive-in, her little brother David and me.
We'd hit Ording's on the way for Tab and Mountain Dew, popcorn and something sweet.

Well I'm one flew over the cuckoos nest and I show yuh how to parle I'm the beaucoup best. Who knew the rat pack from buckeye bay would command respect check what the fuck I say. Never not thievin and firing guns F P's on the seas just acquiring funds, and when it comes to beats leave the heat the the pros, sour when I speak but talk sweet to the hoes.

This one's for you busters and you fuck niggas
Don't ask me bout such and such, I don't fuck with em
We don't speak, ain't no need to keep in touch with em
I feel you tryna play both sides, you can duck with em
Grew up in the same hood, even hung with em
Stay in your lane or you will become a gun victim
It's hard to breathe with one lung missing
When y'all speak it sound like a bunch of snakes hissing
You gotta always keep the grass cut, I hate snakes
They slithering, tryna act tough
They all fake skin on these boots, don't act tough
Get y'all sprayed, some of my friends turn to reptiles
This shit crazy, and then try to squeeze your bitch
Put tongues on her, find out what y'all niggas do
Put guns on her, gotta watch for niggas in your crew
That's don't want her, they don't know that you don't trust a bitch
And don't want her, killed two birds with one stone
That's the way of life, now this shit getting deep
No need for baby wipes, they gon' have to save my rights
If they try to snake me twice, I'ma have to take a life
Then I say my grace to Christ, and I don't even trust a soul
Not even blood ties, families do the worst to you
Then make up lies, you won't get a picture
Till you chained up on that bus ride
On to Penn State, not to Columbus with the Buckeyes
This one's for you busters and you fuck niggas
Don't ask me about such and such, I don't fuck with em
We don't speak, ain't no need to keep in touch with em
I feel you tryna play both sides, you can duck with em
Grew up in the same hood, even hung with em
Stay in your lane or you will become a gun victim
It's hard to breathe with one lung missing
When y'all speak it sound like a bunch of snakes hissing
Gave em a head start, still I passed em all up
Let off a couple warning shots and made em all duck
Knew a nigga for 30 years, thought he would never switch
Thought he was fly till the metal clicked and he got his feathers clipped
Can't compare a eagle to a pelican or an elephant
Got y'all suckers thinking he slick, he sweet as peppermint
Scraping my knuckles on the ground, I'm on some ape shit
King of the jungle holding the iron like a weight bench
8 inch blade across your cheek, blood dripping like a faucet leak
Put hoes in you, like a target sheet, pardon me
Shut the fuck up, when the bosses speak
I make it hard for you to walk the streets and even hard to eat
Unthaw the beef, knock out all your teeth, watch how you talk to me
Leave you on Market street with a severed carotid artery
I studied the art of war and I applied it brave heartedly
It's automatic that I wreak havoc thinking you hard as me
This one's for you busters and you fuck niggas
Don't ask me about such and such, I don't fuck with em
We don't speak, ain't no need to keep in touch with em
I feel you trying to play both sides, you can duck with em
Grew up in the same hood, even hung with em
Stay in your lane or you will become a gun victim
It's hard to breathe with one lung missing
When y'all speak it sound like a bunch of snakes hissing
How can you trust a guy who can literally go fuck themselves
Don't you think that expression would come from the Adam and Eve story
When the snake tempted Eve to bite the apple
Hey, snakes were fucking themselves long before Adam and Eve showed up

In the land of crooks
Couldn't beat the band of books
Demands from the rooks
When you the mother fuckin king
Give 'em dirty looks
Lebron James
With four rings
Pen ain't come with the brain
It's Forged through the fire
The hand is not the same
Embrace the metal frame
Shoot the Trey just to get me on a level plane
American airlines in the game
The way I Contain the heat
Like bubble coats
Erik Spoelstra type coach
I Keep it in the dome
Imposter syndrome
When the lights from the drone
Start to flash get him gone
You can't beat raw evidence
Blast the knock off
Demolition specialist
The Sentimental freshman kid
Get smacked into the pencil grip
The lockers get stuffed
It's a true nightmare
But tell me what's fair
Besides Ferris wheels and funnel cake deals
Treat it like a gold mine
Forty-Nining for the lines
Ain't pushing on goal lines
Passin by on pharcydes
Tote the pill no co-sign
Pharmaceutical eye
Crucial doses to the high
You Gotta let it fly like pull
Buck shot to the eye
The Buckeye
Eddie George with the pads
So fat
But not so fast like Lee Corso
Mascot heads tearing down the whole torso
Scared to make a jump asking how the course go
Sit the fuck down
I started like a young Jedi tryna make the force flow
Now the doors on the Porsche go
Not yet

But I heard that's how it's gonna happen
Talking to my future self
The sutures stacking on the shelf
The deepest cuts so get em help
And than what
Where you supposed to go
Treat the ink
Like the key to the right of control
Options to it all
Atuck got the codes
Get money or be broke
And it's the latter that you chose
Big dummy
With More raps than mummies
Sound like you got that shit
From how to rap for dummies
You start spitting that shit
The water getting chummy
I take it home like I'm rounding third base
With cigarettes and puma sweats
Making gas face
Forge the checks than tamper with the case
Trust no snakes
Hard cuts ah tear tendons
Attendance might lack
Raise the bar for better raps
They don't really give a shit
Grab the fifth take a sip
I Couldn't pop a wheelie one bit
Homies would wheelie down the strip
I toast to chicken strips
The hot mustard ride shotty in the whip
I'm not lying
Hol up it's ATuck
I know that ain't saying much
But lemme kick something
Flip the bird to the judge
Still get a ten man
It's sweet as entenmans
Chemical romance
Shorty like to pole dance
I bet you make the pole dance
With the ultra weak hands
Who cold as me

You say you hold heat
But grip it like claw machine
And drop it on the way up
I grip and rip the pen until it's blazed up
You still ain't saying much like the chief
The shit is make believe
See the mound of empty cans
Amounts of rubber bands
Crazy with the money
Basket case advance
I just wanna be myself I don't wanna be friends
We can end it there kid
Just pay me the alimony from the style when you clone me
The wars have just begun
Captain Rex with the gun
The fourth grade shit
Tearing lunchables apart for the playing trading cards
I wanna be the best of anything under stars
A penny for my thoughts my collection getting broad
Maybe soon they pay a dollar 99
But for now it's free of charge
Maybe I should cut it off
Not give 'em too much
They ain't buying lunch
Barely in the game like Lerch
I'm Damon Wayans with the work
Make the great escape
Force The enemies to root for me on the big day
You see the film
The one with Dan Akroyd
Not talking trading places or the great outdoors
So lemme be clear
With the guy from the movie called Rookie of the Year
Lemme get it in stride
With the green it's called Celtic Pride
That's the one
Went back like Chris Berman
For the gold I'm Richard Sherman
Play it close I hope you learning
You searching for the sermon
Of better rappers
Cause I'm the better version of benefactors
In rapping I'm striking it to the matches
You matching with other rapper and acting
It's not the passion
Got me sitting back and laughing
At the lack of snapping
Hyper extension
You do it for a mention
I do it so the coach can keep you on the bench and
I take it to the ending
I love the way it go
Just make it to Sabado
Open tabs like cans of beer
The bar exam of bars
And you can't pass it here
Specs near so you can see it clear
Maneuver through the fear