Lyrics:
person
Down along the left bank, minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot, when all I wanted was a cup
And makes their beds, paper clips, bus tickets
All around their heads?
Who congregate around Trafalgar Square
Taking pot shots at the tourists?
Oh you've
person
Down along the left bank, minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot, when all I wanted was a cup
on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
'Twas there I met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I loved my daisy,
cooking
Land of the juks where them lames get them chains tooken
It ain't lookin' good for you if you're a tourist here
Sometimes I rhymes the sort
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
your streets he said and come to me
Come down from the neon nights
Come down from the tourist sights
Run down till the rain delights you
You do not
jerks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists hit
my dark life"
And you think you're a guest, you're a tourist at best
Peering into the corners of your dark life
Now that you tear your dreams from
dark life"
And you think you're a guest, you're a tourist at best
Peering into the corners of my dark life
Now that you tear your dreams from consumptive
By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
I have been out wandering
I have traveled far
One conclusion I have made
Is God don't own a car
He don't wear no
yeah)
With the tourists who be asking him (yeah, yeah, uh)
"Do you work here?" (Yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
Nigga-nigga
Yo, the Abstract with
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
wouldn't be tempted by either of them
I've got the tire tread to measure the loss
But I wonder how I'd feel if just once I punched my boss
Just punched
No tourists takin' in the sights
No stetsons under broadway lights
No pickers playin' for pocket change
No rhinestone boots on an old church stage
Hey
me
I dont fuck with broke bitches they be dick riding
Dont fuck with broke bitches they be dick riding
Dont fuck with broke bitches they can't sit by
Yea Remember the nights, stress
I look at my life, I'm blessed
I had to get by, finesse
I had to get mine aggressively
Look at the signs, a message
a drink
He smiled at me and blinked
Oblivion is where I'm going
Don't want nothing by my side
Winked at me and smiled
Crown made of snakes
Crucified upside
pills for that too
There's pills for heartache, there's pills to fall in love too
Go ahead take a picture, I might as well be a statue
A tourist
There's pills for heartache,
There's pills to fall in love to
Go ahead take a picture,
Oh I might as well be a statue
A tourist attraction,
I'll just stand
If it ain't foreign it's boring, ay
She a bad bitch, she from the islands though
You can tell by how she shine she got that island glow
She be
hers
Like I've only had this
Sitting by the river
With the sky in her eyes
I always feel like a tourist
Wanna know what it's like
I've been
Yes, let's put tears in bottles, by train to Baden-Baden
Where tourist and another bathes in them
So nation cried and economy got back to it's feet
way to ever get you back
Gorilla seven days old
Ripped from his mothers dead arms
Her hand now an ashtray souvenir for a tourist's charms
[Chorus]
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