Lyrics:
Lord, I guess I haven't learned a thing
By the time that I reached thirty
My hands would shake too much to make the cords
And if I took the remedy
by the old highway
Hey!
Well, I realize that I've been hypnotized
I love your gypsy eyes
I love your gypsy eyes
I love your gypsy eyes
I love
the people in the mall
No regrets
With a few exceptions
Learning to love
All the imperfections
That are still a part of me
Still a part of me
George you're still the greatest
Country Singer of them all
(Tag)
George you're still the greatest
Country Singer of them all
Written By: Kent LaVoie
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Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
sent to no return but still was brought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me whoadie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
could tell, dawg
Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dawg
Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still here, dawg
How did I finesse all
You don't have to hide away
The boy he was rejected
By the people that he cared for
It's not what they expected
But he could not keep it secret
sent to no return but still was brought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me whoadie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
of love
And love is something that money can't buy.
Well, a poor boy's chances for a pretty girl's glances
Are sometimes very few
Ain't got no money
Singing in the wires
Heat - motion - control
Desire walks on
Stand at the window
The world is so still
Calling you back by force of will
Where did
the headlights
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
Still I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
(That
I'm wonderin'
What's come of them
Does some other young boy
Come home to my room
Does he dream what I did
As he stands by my window
And looks
better stay clear I might start acting rough
You out of town guys sure think you're real keen
Think all of us boys here are homespun and green
But that's
the score
The fogarty boys have there huts by the shore.
There's railway stations, hotels and cafes
Churches, cathedrals where George Reinhold prays
A bad mistake I'm making by just hanging round
I know that I should have some fun and paint the town
A lovesick fool that's blind and just can't see
me free
Oh, lonesome me
A bad mistake I'm making
By just hanging round
(Hanging round)
I know that I should have
Some fun and paint the town
me free
Oh, lonesome me
A bad mistake I'm making
By just hanging round
(Hanging round)
I know that I should have
Some fun and paint the town
tapes, now
Lemme go an' hit that cup, one time 'fore a nigga hit that road
These days keep going by too fast, so give me anything that make shit go slow
first fucking drive-by
Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yelling as the bithces started falling down
All I heard was sirens by
, I'm cold with my style, boy
That backwoods, that hick town, that late night, that driving 'round
That George Straight cranked real loud, got
you walk
In the door first look at the store clerk
She's older than George Burns!
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can you afford to blow this
evermore, because of Christmas Day.
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
While shepherds watch their flocks by night,
They see a bright
In a blue and white Kimono
She became his happy bride
From that day until this very moment
She'd been standing by his side
Now they are old
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