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down him like a shot but he still stood the test He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scarred We thought it would go hard when the waiter
there paintin' on the old wood shed When a can o'black paint it fell on my head I went down to scrub and rub But I had to sit in back of the tub Cost
there paintin' on the old wood shed When a can o'black paint it fell on my head I went down to scrub and rub But I had to sit in back of the tub Cost
We were half a mile high on the ferris wheel at our old county fair I didn't even know we had trouble until she told me way up there That's when my
Stranded inside a madhouse, baby. Down in old Pine Grove. Been up for days in a drunkards haze, just lit up by this stove. We got the band in
down on his luck The years go by but I'm the same old schmuck The older I get the younger I feel Sometimes life is just a repeat reel It's dangerous
rock, run 'em with blocks in 'em Fresh out the county, I'm boxin' 'em Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, with knock in it Now I'm rockin' it,
Well I live all alone in Chickasaw County Way out on 109 Where the run-down barns and rusty tractors Are covered in Kudzu vines For eighty-five
"Goodbye Dixe" by Corey Smith from the CD "Hard-Headed Fool" (Whistling Dixie) Passed an old plantation home off Hwy. 41 Been around since 1850,
'Cause country ain't country no more Now his dad sit's in traffic Looking 'round at the change Watching crews turn the county Road into four lanes The old
picked Mostly made up of old cans and sticks Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley "Little pig,
picked Mostly made up of old cans and sticks Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley "Little pig,
down him like a shot but he still stood the test He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scarred We thought it would go hard when the waiter
like these cuts from old school Cookin it up just like it's soul food Fuck all y'all, I never did know you Bring the ProTools, stack it on up And little
stuck (Chorus) Verse 2 A unwanted child a victim of the ghetto Labeled as a lowlife, a go getter An outcast looked down by
sing about that, that’d be fine by me" In the old days they’d call that a duet I think Grabbed a bottle of Mineragua And from my nightstand an orange
years old If the refs get political Dribble like bob dole am I gettin' lyrical? Daddy, I think so Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow Yo, God
the fog And that whale of a crew Was reduced down to two Just myself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock Oh Lord ! what a shock
Down in Russell County, in the small town I was raised There's plenty of struggle, it's something we all face We learn at a very young age,
hay in June Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn By an old October moon I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads And I
right hand And the blues fell mama's child Tore me all upside down Blues fell mam's child And it tore me all upside down Travel on, poor Bob
runnin round the town's where I found life Before I started writing down underground soundbites Now I like to think how back then impact the present All
got struck in the game Po-po's got me face down on the bed by a big bag of 'caine And I'm thinkin in my head 'I just left Y.A.' Now on my way
that's on the ledge And there's no one to talk you down And tuck you in the bed Lord, it's so ironic that it's funny Of something for the books
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