Lyrics:
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, David, you come home to me"
And she said
"Hey rambling boy,
fades
We'll wed our girls and move away
We'll buy some land and build us homes
And no more will we stray
I've traveled so far
I'm done
Eugene,
down from Rocky Top I reckon they never will
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top the dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get
down from Rocky Top I reckon they never will
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top the dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get
better by far,
That's what we are, you'll see.
I sometimes lose myself
For eternity
I find my way back somehow
And face the plain reality
Together we're
gone
But she wasn't letting on
That she was grieving
She's bound to go
Perhaps she'll find him waiting
For his boat in some city far away
Rocky Top you'll always be
Home sweet home to me good ole Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee
I wish that I was on ole Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
with you
In the moonlight at midnight with you
We walk into a restaurant
Grab a table and talk all night
No rules, no curfew for us
A holiday
We
you
In the moonlight at midnight with you
We walk into a restaurant
Grab a table and talk all night
No rules, no curfew for us
A holiday
We talk about
My stars
So far
No one's callin' me home
Space brain
Vagabond
Living on my own
Come on you faithful
You know all you people should come
Living here without you in my life
No eggnog toasts
No cuddles close by the fire
Without you I'll always fail at joy
No sharing gifts, no snowbound trysts
This is an invitation
Love is calling you by name
You're never too far gone
The father is waiting for you with open arms
So come be made new again
GET ME HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Written by George Paolini, Sherry-Lynn Lee, Caley Rose
[Verse 1]
Winter time
drinking cocoa by the fire
Snowball
we gotta chop
It up to get the best version, so just)
Take all your favorite holidays
You know, I feel like in
Martin Luther King Day
For his dream
no sleep
Kinda things we do in the East
Ends meet any means for the green
Tucked in, hold heat by the sheet
(W)rapped on em, only left I pass on em
and Gentlemen
When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no
inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't
hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite
out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
I don't recall, ever graduating at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment
Would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid
Blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
And would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye
And what's that to any man, whether or no
Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true
As I lifted her
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Don't keep my boots by the door no more
There's nowhere I need to be that fast
People keep asking what I settled
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Hopped on the metro and I make my way home
But I can't get him out of my mind, no matter just how hard I try
And if the rumors are true, I can
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