Lyrics:
on these hands
Pride in this family name
Plow breaks the ground
The seeds are put down and a prayer goes up for rain
And I work the rigs like my daddy
(number one), number one (number one)
Looking out for number one, hey
The invisible hands won't turn this rig around
(How low is the price you pay?)
flipped
He sniveled to the captain to turn around this rig
The captain spied his madness and they chucked him in the brig
The devil rat had his man, he
flipped
He sniveled to the captain to turn around this rig
The captain spied his madness and they chucked him in the brig
The devil rat had his man, he
the dab like whoa son
I don't really fuck with the shit
But my nig cray Chris got the rig like smoke son
Now I'm fucked up in this bitch but I keep
coke
Og svampe, der ka' gi' psykoser
I går var jeg rig, i dag er jeg broke
Fucking ligemeget, for i morgen er der show
Lever for nuet - det' ren
lost his style
He still works the rigs six months out of the year
Old Crow fever, a story to tell and a menthol behind his ear
It's another round
They say that I'm a loser cause I don't have fancy things
I don't have a fancy job don't wear no diamond rigs
Well they'll never know that the joke
you perform the
Close at torn right off the rig dab
Checking' the room again, taming the beast within
And if they ask me why can't deny oh
When
never bomb inside us
Work your way around us
See how this unfolds
You'll rig this up
you'll burn me up
now its all out of control
Just set the tempo
jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down amoung the pigs, played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs the water round me bubblin'
When off
Me and my son were in a tack shop one day, he'd just got a pony for his seventh birthday.
He needed a rig and we found one he liked
And I was
Heading east on 20, out of downtown Birmingham.
Clocking 57 days on the road.
The rig is still rolling. on to south Carolina,
Me and the boys got
(Talking) A wise old novelist once said that anybody could rig up their own border. Just rent a cheap trailer, a port-a-john, a little bumberbarticle
pigiam a rig
Che schifezz uman in fil
E cos ca nun ric a bibbj
Guardammc ind a l'uoccj
E addomandammc chi simm
Si c bast na scintill
A c ra nguoll
the cab
My little hands would grip the wheel
I would dream about the day
I could drive that rig for real
Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world
Ten
This land is your land, this land is my land
From Love Canal to Three Mile Island
From the Livermore labs to the offshore rigs
This land was made
than love
[Chorus]
Lorraine, some things never change
Lorraine, she'll always be the same
And I'll keep on lovin' Lorraine
I got a job on a rig
hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round be bubblin',
When off holy head wished meself was dead or better far instead
On the rocky road
Alzheimers
Smalltimer to a big-rig, a Shaq Diesel
Larry Bird college throwback, black ( ? )
In a 745 with the frog eyes, multi
Yuk stuntastic like The Fall Guy
at me
Look out up ahead here come a R.P.G.
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore
I've driven the big rigs for all
rig' eller fattig' mænd
Graven den har ikk' nogen bank
Al' din' peng' - hvor skal de hen?
Det gik fra KTK, til Milano, Italien
Kaprer hele branchen
queen
I spend all my money
Buying her pretty things
I need her so bad
Like a rig needs a vein
Her kisses like lava
It turns me into stone
And you know I
al' er rig'
Det der falsk energi, gir' mig allergi
Og jeg sværger, gir' ik' en fuck for min enemy
(Cruise control-trol-trol)
Min bror spurgt' om
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