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They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud as thunder
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
And a eighteen year old boy has got to eat
She found me outside one Sunday morning
Begging money from a man I didn't know
She took me in and wiped away my
those old time stars
Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
So don't become
I should've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope, boy
The Butcher comin', nigga
Should've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' coke, boy
really doesn't matter which wave we're on
Get to turnin' up them good old boys
Crankin' into the night, by the break of dawn
All the towns are red and I
Boy, Billy Boy?
How old may she be, Charming Billy?
Three times six and four times seven, twenty-eight and eleven
But she's a young thing and cannot
those old time stars
Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
So don't become
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones)
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
to be
In the old spot by the river
Right well known to you and me
One thing more for signal token
Whistle up the marchin' tune
With your sword upon
Two little children, a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
Here comes that good for nothin' brat of a boy
He's such a devil I could whip him with joy
He's been carousin' at the burleycue
Just watch me
the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go go
'em again, ain't nobody gonna mind
Here's to the good old boys, the guitars that made the noise
And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we
friends near by
And an old time at all they made a tree
A tree of birds, a bird tree
Soon the tree started singing merrily
Chirrup chirrup twee twee
Get
If you lucky, you get old
Oldtimer told me (yeah)
You ain't gon' be able to fuck the same
Drink the same
Hang out the same
I'm like, once a man,
With some gin-soaked boy that you don't know
I come home last night
Full o' a fith of Old Crow
You said you goin' to your ma's
But where the hell did
sailing back to Kona
A grand old place that's always fair to see
I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy
I want to go back to my fish
jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say, "Hey, that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones"
I got to work this morning
Early,
Find my
Find my, find my boy (find my boy)
Find my, find my boy (find my boy)
Find my, find my boy
Are you tall with the spot in Florence?
Are
own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And countryboy can survive,
remember what your old pal said
Yeah you've got a friend in me
Baby you've got a friend in me
You've got a pal in me
You've got a friend in me
You got
And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat
She found me outside one Sunday morning
Taking money from a man I didn't know
She took me in and wiped away my
please, don't take the girl
Same old boy, same sweet girl
Ten years down the road
He held her tight and kissed her lips
In front of the picture show
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