Lyrics:
Well, I used to sit at home and wonder why, why, why
All the happiness in life just passed me by
I didn't think in all the world there could ever
country guitar-pickеrs play
Well we must have had thеir table
'Cause these two ol' girls come
In and sat right down
But you know me and Carl
We woke up only
In Californication
Yeah, bitch I'm from the country but
That don’t make a nigga soft
Big city niggas come South and
Get their wigs knocked off
most ev’ry where in this
big, wide country we call home. Camped Niagara Falls walked Hollywood and Vine.
Up to Seattle and down to New Orleans, Skied
(Tracy Byrd/Byron Hill)
Not so long ago
On his way home from work
He'd stop by the side of the road
Step out of that old beat up Ford
That he
to Louisville the home town of my heart
There's bound to be a girl somewhere that you like best of all
Mine lives down in Louisville she's long and she is tall
Roll the windows down
Crank the music up
Ridin' countryside
Your hand in mine
Thanks for bein' you
Love the things you do
Let's take the long way home
Thinking of my girl at home
You'd think that she'd know
We're getting back our country
We'll bring ya'll peace and love
You're living in fascism
Controlled
leaving alone
Baby girl you can home with Mr. C'mon
I'm looking now you're looking back
And tonight you gone get just what you're looking at
I told all my
country songs
Maybe I'll stay right here in Dixie
Or maybe not
Maybe I'll got to New York City
Where the girls are always cheap and the drugs are so pretty
you asked me where I live I would say a house its not a home
I had too figure out about females and sex all on my own
And I don't got the type of girl
and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committee, hold her head under the water please
Unique?
For screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and
Bend her over the
Tub, against the state, the country, the committee, hold
She's working now, but it's so hard down at the factory.
With little pay at the end of the day she can barely make ends meet.
Years went by so
Let's going back to our country
Let's going back to our home
Maybe meet you up by the seaside
You and me will be back
right away
We are gonna down
know this is the Duke of Oratory and
it's about time we have a great time
You've heard about the good time, you've heard about the better time, but hey,
survive, I'm too loud
They gon' need some help
Listen, I get down when it's
Time I'ma pop it up shit went to his head
He fucked around so I knocked it off
want a modest condo in Miami
One out by the canal
I want a modest condo in Miami
I was country but I'm over it now
Well I grew up in Carolina
By now
slow down, take a moment , try to take it in, two by two, is better than one
And if you go it alone, aint' no-body home, to say "Hey girl, I love you"
Then one night as I lay down dreaming
Of home and poor mother and dad,
Like a flash by my bedside was standing
The form of my Blue Velvet Band.
I
gone, she gets down on her knees
And cries praying for her little ones, now I know in the morning it won't be long before the work
Is done, home
ever known
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort's in a truck that's going home
Down at the well they've got a new machine
The New York City folks
Say I'm too country
The Grinny Village hippies
Call me square
But at the Long Horn barroom
Down in Dallas Texas
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
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