Lyrics:
Most of the favorite memories of
My boyhood days in Arkansas
Are scattered around an old wood stove
At a place we call John's
It was just an old tar
She lived on a curve in the road, in an old tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks
Sometimes on the way
there
Sits an old tar paper shack.
[Chorus]
Mississippi, you're on my mind,
Mississippi, you're on my mind,
Mississippi you're on my mind.
I
She lived on the curve of the road
In an old, tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town
On the wrong side of the tracks
Sometimes
She lived on the curve of the road
In an old, tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town
On the wrong side of the tracks
Sometimes
She lived on the curve of the road
In an old, tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town
On the wrong side of the tracks
Sometimes
Pulled out the driveway past an
Old tar paper shack
Standing at her mail box an old
Woman waves as I look back
I'm gonna miss my family and I'll need
She lived on a curve in the road, in an old tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks
Sometimes on the way
people
Opened up his mouth he poured some colorful speeches
His home was a tar paper palette Tyvek green house
Pumped into the cul de sac, gravel
Behind the tar paper shack back in the holler,
Old man shuckin' corn and coilin' copper,
He's about the only business in town,
That ain't been
She lived on the curve of the road,
In an old, tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town,
On the wrong side of the tracks
Sometimes
To say how much I like you
And sap your sex away
Your tar-paper skin and visible beating heart
Your words on the paper sure gave me a start
Your
The old bums sat around by a fire, spoon and match
While the rain played its music on their tar paper shacks
I been waitin' on a ticket to ride
the sand and wind
I am suspended by your eyes
Squirming like a beetle pinned
Between the devil and the deep blue sky
The wind licks off the tar paper
You were born on the wrong side of the track
You were born in a tar paper shack
You were raised in poorest poverty
Now it seems dear you don't
temperature at least nine-nay.
Tan lines turn to sunburn.
While I cut tar paper in the driveway.
Gotta mount this on the house, last person did a crappy job.
seems to have no reason or rhyme
Parents struggling to find their kids enough to eat
Just because of the accident of their birth
Between tar paper shacks
an old tar paper shack
Mississippi, you're on my mind
Mississippi, you're on my mind, oh
Mississippi, you're on my mind
I think I hear
A noisy old John
Relish in the night you fucked me until I bled
A weathered heart tar black
Paper stars around your head
Blackberry rotten, lipstick stains
Just kiss
kid, the Nisei Artie Shaw,
Dropped by rehearsal in a tar paper barrack
Once he joined up, sister, it was on
They practiced daily, gigged on the weekend
tar paper shack I've been travelin' these
Letra:
Refrão:
Nah nah nah nah
No way
Tou no stu (estudio) só com a minha bae
Vou ter que a mandar embora , q eu curto de tar sozinho com o paper
Kumbiya Devine Kah
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Anti Christ Superstar
Rocking
originalidade ficou em casa
E ainda querem sair 'pra rua?
Agora sentem a fame querem Todos 'tar comigo
Ando à procura desse paper o Objetivo é ficar rico
Tenho
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