Lyrics:
hearted
Where the beer is cold and the wine is red and
I will drink when I'm alive and sleep when I'm dead
Hell Yeah!
There's a little old town in
left its mark west of the divide,
Some towns have turned to dust, others grow and thrive
Old pubs and trendy cafe's history side by side
But once you
'Cause we know Sunday morning's coming down
Let's take a drive you and I down some old country road
Talk about growing old in one of those pink houses
There was a time when I worked in a factory and rode an old bike around town and life was so easy
And those were the days before I picked up
an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And headed out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy
was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town
As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down
But the shit
by the railroad track
Country church Sunday's packed
It's how we do it where we live at
There's a railroad track running through my town
There's miles
The night falls on Nong Bone town
Seventeen ladyboys and he are beating up small change Europeans
Someone gets drugged by three old ladies
This is
plan
Human wars over there
And we'll come and knock 'em down
And he reaches the other side first
Gets a job in the dirty old town
And he reaches
it up
'Til all the pain's a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck
I leave that radio playing
Same old country station where you left
Country roads, old theater marquee signs
Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by
Spanish moss, little hick town squares
Wild roses on a river bank
seat
Baby, let's roll
Round here you learn to be grateful
For food on the table
There's far more than meets the eye down this country road
These old dirt
Light blue eyes
Like the summer skies
And small town dreams become small town lies
And country boys, stay country side
Drinkin shitty beer for a shitty
buck up on a man name of bob marley
Walked into marylebone court me say two by two
Charged with doing the sensimellia boogaloo
How me come fi tell ya
that road just beyond the olive groves that bears up to the left, by that tip. It’s been there for decades that. The whole town just dumps it’s shit
fences
Don't fence me in
Wilcat Kelly, back in town again
Was standin' by his Sweetheart's side
And when his Sweetheart said, "Come on, let's settle
they won't believe,
When I get down to Hobart town
Well the four of us kept marching to a place called Western Teirs
A country full of tasty game but
As a kid watching rappers on the TV
I wanted that to be me
And how the world seen me
Now we murder stages all across the country
To keep our blood
Jessie’s getting married
Back in our home town
We got one stop light
Back road driving
And as country as that may sound
We’re flying in from
round unannounced
For that suttin there I left by the couch
Set weights
Old school like cassette tapes
Out here get papes
Mind gone need head space
Run
To die to buy the newest drop they outsourced
To make for less than a dollar and sell for a bill
Blue noted like madlib
Resurrected indentations of old
dear old dog slumped over my shoulder
Gotta bury him in a town I've never seen
Now without bad luck I'd have none at all
But I'm a writer see so I take
by the holler
Got a twelve pack of beer sitting way Over yonder let's get drunk, I'll try My luck
Yeah, we turning up this town in some jacked up
I'm country
Sip brown, gulp white
Pour up, take it down
Gulp white pour up, take em down
Gulp white pour up, take em down
Drank drank drank
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