Lyrics:
Numbered artificial colors
The candies are all solid red, by the way
Two forms of cell glue, and no cinnamon
Artificial flavors is the closest suspect
How
gone by daylight
Now it's your time to die tonight
Bodies will riddle this town
The killing start at sundown
The streets will run red
By the morning
Red rum, red rum, rain down like the frogs
Red rum, red rum, like a plague from the God
Red rum, red rum, fear in the front of your mind
Red rum, red
Bob Marley]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Woah now
[Red, red, red, redder than red]
Said I'm redder than red
[Dread, dread, dread, dreader than dread]
I get
G
Chavo meant the most to me
Look high, it's my last hope
Chavo Guerrero, coming off the top rope
He came from Texas seeking fortune
Running down this ole Texas Hwy
Trying to figure out where I went wrong
It ain't rained for weeks
Everything is brown
It sure makes the day seem so
Rolling and restless, the plates say Texas
Rolling and restless, the plates say Texas
Rolling and restless, the plates say Texas
Rappin straight
Earth hours
In the Texas gold
In the Texas gold
In the Texas gold
Sun's in my eyes
Blue sea`s in my veins
Flowers are flooded
By sorrow and pain
And I
of Texas
'Cause when those bonnets are blooming wide, well they're bluer than the April sky
When those hills roll by in waves I can see her and those long
through TeJas hoes
Count it then we go
I'm living 365 days and made my way outta Texas
Outta Texas
I'm living 365 days and made my way outta Texas
Outta
heart a thrill
I know some cowboys down in Texas that will
At a dance hall in New Braunfels last week
Well I was dosey doed on a sawdust floor
By
from...
away from me
The other night I had a dream
My dog and I were by a stream
Some Texas Rangers happened near
They shot my dog and stole my beer
I got
in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied
With money while I sit by your side
Every day of the week
We would visit
in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied
With money while I sit by your side
Every day of the week
We would visit
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
They tied the knot so here I am
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
Loved in Louisiana and raised
[Originally by The Police]
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
of country music
On that we all agree.
But when you cross that ol' Red River hoss
That just don't mean a thing
Once youre down in Texas
Bob Wills is still
the idea to come down here,
This is a song about a guy that probably did as much
For our kind of music as anybody.
Well, the Honky Tonks in Texas
Were my
spinning Winnie blues
It's Dammy fuck around do ya
Red ventis with it roll up
On them smooth
Know she like the way we moving
Red carpets when we
Hopping out
heart, I've gotta let her know
I need the girl in that little red Rodeo
Texas plates, candy apple red Rodeo
Two towns back I showed your photograph
my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging
I got a house out in texas, got some fam in the boot / got some people in carolina that making that loot
I got a bitch in japan said she nice with
Well my mama met my daddy down in Alabam,
They tied the knot, so here I am.
Born on the bayou on the Texas line,
Lovin' Louisiana, raised
face lit up to the rockets red glare
By September she'd asked him for a wedding band
How could she know he was a ramblin' man
He walked out the door
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