Lyrics:
from Dover, from Dover, from Dover
My folks weren't understanding, when they found out they sent me from the home place
My daddy said if folks found
had to share alone
Surviving, living life, just trying to make it home
In the midst of doing right, I keep on doing wrong
But my folks won't stop, won't
And the old folks there just sit and stare at the walls
Except for one crazy old man standin' there preachin' in the halls
His old friend died last week so
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother,
dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl,
whose been waitin' for so long,
I
to my demons when my folks don't answer phones
Think I healed too much
Found comfort being by myself at home
Fuck a dial tone
Please leave me alone
I'm
us younger folks were known for all
The hell that we could raise
I must admit we had some good
Times in the good old days
Wake up in the early morning
down like pure salvation
It offers all its amnesty
And makes your neighbor different see
By the light of that fir tree
And this old bar
Electrified in
to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old
shared is nearly done
And I'm goin' back to the place where
Folks like me are from
My people won't forget me
They'll kill me if I try to fight
was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town
As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down
But the shit
your face I see a coward and a dimwit
Looking to run up in my private home just like you was the folks
Serving a warrant to a baby daddy, who didn't
"Be my victim!"
Man, listen, shit
I did all that shit ‘cause I had to, man
Not ‘cause I wanted to
We're all living to die, right?
I wasn't raised by
stood the king of the woods a giant old hickory
It was ten men wide standing side by side it branches gnarly and strong
It stood so high it tickled
waiting on that train
To carry me home
Some folks talk about chariots, some folks talk about wings
But I hear you got to heaven by coal and by steam
They
in the street like some folks do.
It's a poor man but life is bitter sweet
Doesn't wanna lose that good thing that he's got
But the same old
naught but a prayer
Never utter a negative word
Folks who're used to getting by
On prayers and love of kin
Barely enough for theirselves
Never hesitate
Dem Callin on the beat
AK
What's up, Wiggz?
I make shy folks mix
Turn around and hit the splits
Heard the sounds spit out my fist
Stirred aground,
won't give up nor give in
I laid off my weary chain
Listen folks, I'm back again
I met a girl in a little bar
She was standing over by the band
I took
A combat vet came home from the war in Vietnam
Had a big old bone to pick with his buddy, Uncle Sam
Grew his crew cut down his back and started
Well, she seemed all right by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But
on that drill had Stephen curry in the clip
Before I ever met the plug I was lashin hittin licks
cnd bitch I hit my first stain before I ever touched
home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee, Rocky Top, Tennessee
Once two strangers climbed old Rocky Top
Lookin' for a moonshine still
When the sunsets in the sky
And the flowers never die, yes
Friends don't pass you by
Cause that's my home
When the folks say how do you do
love the old folks at home!
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