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the last time I wander
Through this old and gentle forest
The place where we used to belong
Stays in my mind forever
As the sun drenches the woodruff
I

man
Now I'm stone cold drunk like a 90's Raw
Woodruff city it ain't shit to haul your body off
Can't afford breaks, on this since the first grade
Like

hit Adam22 and blow a wood up 
240 P got the hood up 
Wanderlei, they know I get the hook up
They ain't never been on this side of Woodruff
Homie I just

Nation came and swung her hatchet
Before Woodruff and his soda shops
Before $2 a gallon to pay the war debts off

We were sparks. We were the flames.
We

the same price as a soul
Oh! Tell me what they want to encourage!

Less decisive power than Deborah Woodruff
But at least she had some grace!
There's not

all bristly hound’s tongue 
grasp, you yellow loosestrife. 
Me, John in the pulpit, woodruff and butterbur, 
your musk, your honeysuckle, 
red

us to the fields we wedded. 
Not to rail against the night 
our woodruff chant our wood will ply.

Once woad in bluebell wood 
the world was home,

A sickness by another name
Wouldn't be sweet either but
With luck, it would at least look much more tame

Let's see how personality works
Bill Woodruff

mountain man
Now I can't even hold a gun or bottle in my hand

Chorus
So take me up to Woodruff when the leaves are comin' gold
One last ride o'er Monte in