Lyrics:
running to you
Sometimes asked about the weather
Now you're in my back yard turn into good neighbors
Your wife waters flowers
I wanna kill her
All my
and makes the planet blue
And all the thanks he gets from you
Is look at all the poo-poo in the yard
Good for God
That fella's life is very hard
He
Want you to take your broom and swept up my yard
You better brush it good or we could fall apart
Don't give me no shortcut thing you have all day
Come on out to my back yard
It's good to see you my old friend
We got toys, we got candy
That's my dog you can call her Sandy
Come to my back yard
Want you to take your broom and swept up my yard
You better brush it good or we could fall apart
Don't give me no shortcut thing you have all day
heart
All the lights dimmed low in the yard
Good luck tryna find my soul in the dark
But please
Don't fly too close to the sun
Might burn a hole in your
Want you to take your broom and swept up my yard
You better brush it good or we could fall apart
Don't give me no shortcut thing you have all day
That’s how we doin it
Pull up fast cars
Blow gas back yards
Eat good five stars
That’s how we doin it
She go down d hard
Black cards live large
Kick
once, shame on you
Fool me twice, shame on glue
Good god, I pulled too hard
Now my scrotum's stretched out like a fuckin' yard
Oh god
I glued my
Cheers to the good life
Never wish another man down
Good things ina mi yard
Things ina mi yard eh
Cheers to the good life
Never wish another man bad
lost control throw the bones to the dogs
They are in the yard good and starved foaming at the mouth
Foaming at the mouth
Creature in the comfort of your
to find what I believe
I wish no chains upon you
Wild flowers in your yard
Good friends to send you mail
That change is coming hard
I wish warm
The wolf comes home to his yard
When you say it feels good to be back
Then it's just one step further on to the heart
Getting over, getting over
I´m, sheep in the yard
I feel so good in these boots
But John said that they were not cool
And Jane said I look like trash
And I said oh
I´m, sheep in
the mulch
Of some rosebushes by the motel office
Missed him by a good yard or two
I sang old songs from nowhere
Los Angeles, Albuquerque
I said
no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles
Good-Morning America, how are you?
Say don't you
broom and sweep up my yard
You better brush it good or we could fall apart
Don't give me no shortcut thing you have all day and night
I had
broom and sweep up my yard.
You better brush it good or we could fall apart.
Don't give me no shortcut thing you have all day and night.
I had
the lawn chairs in the yard
We're just good time oil patch folkies
Poking fun at all the Okies
Having a big time at the Midland Jamboree
Two things that we
could play the tune that would carry her home
I was born and raised yard sailing
For melodies no good at staying
And I will bring them home
I was born
house, fine yard, good wife, clean and bright
What a sparkling sight
There's no doubt you've done everything right
Take off
Your dreams are only dreams
the back yard
Hard to keep a good girl, not trying to play that card
But never had no cash to spend
Need a whip? I ask a friend
If I can't withstand,
high-heeled boots.
The bodies all move, some backbone roots.
Everybody workin' hard till the yard's all clean.
The dishes wash good in the washin' machine.
the cats in the neighbor's yard
Be good Johnny
Don't waste your time with some silly girl
Be good Johnny
You're doing great she's worth the wait
The right
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