Lyrics:
and round
(These are the days of our lives)
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
(These are the things we must go through day by day)
We
I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made
It's just another manic Monday (oh)
I wish it was
ol' possum I ain't lyin'
Eight track tape deck Blasting Jones Ernest Tubb and The Rolling Stones
In the beer joints and down by the bucking shoots
You'll just never do it
And these are the blues of time
And the blues of a woman
And a man thinkin' of her
As time goes by
There is nothin' I can do
still pleading his case
Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
But I wouldn't take them home wit you
Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
you my dreams came true
The first day I laid eyes on you
So how would I get by, baby
How would I make it through
The night precious lady
I could not
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
of the question is a mighty hard price to pay
'Cause you brought these rainy day crossroad blues my way
I can't take it no more
long time
And I'm not tired, honey you know I'm not tired
Gonna keep on lovin' you for the rest of my days, baby
Honey, I'll never never get tired
Any motherfucker wanna disrespect
Playing with fire finna get you wet
How'd it feel down there on your knees, ah
I got these girls like a soldier
(Don Cook/Bucky Jones/Curly Putman)
It's lonely out tonight down here in Georgia
And the oldest friend I've got I met today
The woman that I love
linen as cold as the clay
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did say as I boldly walked by
Come sit down beside me and hear my
All my days passin' by
When I get older, settling down
Would you come down to the sea
Carry me down to the sea again
Carry me down to the sea
fit to use
I'll drink my beer at a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
I keep my nose on the grindstone, work hard every day
Get
Stay alive
Stay alive
I have never seen the General so despondent
I have taken over writing all his correspondence
Congress writes, "George
to
The kenwood speakers as they jam out those old school tunes
Well george jones could but i cant stop loving you
By the way you look tonight
Well shes the three
obsessions
It doesn't matter, I've let that life go by
It's been forgotten 'cause all I wanted was you
CHORUS
These days not a damn soul prays
ANd there is
I used to think that when this was all over
Yo might feel different 'bout me
Yeah I always knew, one of these days you' d come around
Now I wonder
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
Santana]
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, Get up on this!
[Jim Jones]
D-I-P S-E-T, that gangsta crew
Niggaz know the rules, follow codes, 'cause
Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here
I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit
Santana]
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, Get up on this!
[Jim Jones]
D-I-P S-E-T, that gangsta crew
Niggaz know the rules, follow codes, 'cause
I used to think that when this was all over
Yo might feel different 'bout me
Yeah I always knew, one of these days you' d come around
Now I
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