Lyrics:
life
Hey there
Where you going with that UB40 in your hand
I said "Hey there"
All through this green and pleasant land
I'm going down
took the stand
The judge hold the paper in his right hand
Forty-one days, forty-one nights
Forty-one years to wear the ball and stripes
wears her hair
You upset me baby, yes, you upset me baby
Well, like being hit by a fallen tree
Woman, what you do to me, yes
Well, she's not too
wears her hair
You upset me baby, yes, you upset me baby
Well, like being hit by a fallen tree
Woman, what you do to me, yes
Well, she's not too
had the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes;
Oh, no!
Went out last
the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes.
It's you're world premier tonight
Can?t wait to see you
Double exposure under candle light
Wear something see through
See girl what we did last night
gamble on The Showboat tonight
The big casino's lit up bright
How can you lose just wear a grin you'll be sure to win
Lady Luck's waiting there inside
And I'll admit I tend to sing a different song
But sometimes you just can't be afraid
To wear a different hat
If Columbus had complied
This old world might
forty acres of corn in the ground
Tennessee taters we sell by the pound
Proud as we can be
To live in Tennessee
Mama you and dad have got to come stay
A needle drop on a forty-five
Are the kinda things that only last so long
When the new wears off and they get to getting old
Sooner or later, time's gonna
on that E-40, that OG (ayy)
These bitch niggas be actin' up, these hoes niggas be actin' foul (chea)
They'll grind with you, they'll shine with you
Be
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
a-telling me I wear the ball and chain
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is
Jesse James, he goes for money in the bank.
From head to foot she's a perfect size, she's a wist
But she wears a forty-five gun that is
She's got
done told her, "Don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis: you can win him back"
If she get to Cairo, make Saint Louis by herself
Get to Cairo, find
grooving
Lil' bitch you can't stop a train when it's already moving
Look I got a confession, I just bought a new forty
Hanging out with the big ones so we
There life is shit, shit
My life is full of it, ball
Your life is bright, cry
Your life is hell, hell
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm
Minnesota
I tell you, it's the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota
Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing?
Oh, windin' up
And I wear a permanent grin
And I only have to worry
In case my girl wears thin
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my
And I wear a permanent grin
And I only have to worry
In case my girl wears thin
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my
Minnesota
I tell you, it's the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota
Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing?
Oh, windin' up
a-telling me I wear the ball and chain
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is
a bit of that?
But in weather like this
You should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
A needle and thread
The hand stitches of time
Battling Lavinski versus
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