Lyrics:
what's a guy to do
But they'll deserve each other
By the time this song is thru
When I first heard I didn't quite believe
But when the truth sunk in I had
peaceful but it's lonesome
And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
But
(Speak to them Jazze)
I
(Yea fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she want
LYRICS CHORDS
American Born - G
V1
G
It's the cattails by the levee
F
where the water meets the stars
C
It's a rust-ed up chevy
G
It's a beat up
I am an old man, my life is nearly gone
Yet I remember as sure as I sing this song
The old Elk River and my home along its side
Where by its banks
borrowed
Maybe it’s something new
But you sure as hell need your something blue
Cruisin’ and floatin’
With my buddies motorboatin’
The river water’s flowin’
I got a thick bitch I know how to dress her
I ran my money up then I stuffed my bezel
A lot of thick bitches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show
Racing down Ilford Lane going home
Thinkin' 'bout, should I try to fake a fall
You seem to think that you're all alone
And nothing ever could
to the rolling hills
In search of a bigger sky
Out to the blue ridge mountains
Where falcons are soaring high
Fly away to a brand new day
Brave the storm and gotta
broadway
The home of St. Louis blues
I’m going down
Going down to Natchez
I’m going down
To the mardi gras
I’m going down
Down to New Orleans
The place
of you, Laying by my side
Oh please tell me girl, What's so good about
That guy
When the cast sun it's rays
On your eyes so blue
Does he greet you
After the attack on Pearl.
Overnight my buddies turned into men, run-
Ning out of time for games and girls.
The Sullivan boys were not overlooked
and I looked out a door
Still I know my family's milk cow, pretty mama, by the way she lows
Lord, if you see my milk cow, buddy, I say please drive her
heard that shit before
And I say "Uh huh, oh yeah, you're right"
'Cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere (more news
Man, take another hit breathe out
In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot
I?m chillin at home on some solo shit
I love piece and when its quiet, I
the money
And if you get lucky my buddy'll cut you loose
As that freak slap with the D-cups so she's hiding up under her titties
It looks like a key
only right that I share my experiences with y'all
'Cause I've been places you'll never imagine (that's right)
But I'ma start it at home
When I see
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
it's not lost yet
I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your silhouette
Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's
Here's my number baby, when you
surrounded by crooks
[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murder me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot
broadway
The home of St. Louis blues
I’m going down
Going down to Natchez
I’m going down
To the mardi gras
I’m going down
Down to New Orleans
The place
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
the Hoodoos
Hippies burning sage, curanderas doing voodoo
They look at me kind of funny
Ask me "Buddy, what do YOU do?"
I got the Santa Fe Blues, but I don't
to this question for you
Who's turning you on
making you laugh
helping you live and forget the past
making you smile
not making you blue
who is the guy
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