Lyrics:
stumbled in, she waited up
Screen door creaked and there she was
Both are eyes were red 'cause I'd been sippin'
She said she'd been cuttin' onions in
But the land was already claimed by a people
When the cowboy came and when the soldiers came
The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways
is dying,
Turning into rage, day by day
Green before you met me
In the pink when you let me love you
I was blue when you let me down
Black
years
And the last time I saw you
You said you joined the Church of Jesus
But me I remember your long red hair
Falling in our faces as I kissed you
Barbarians at the gates
We will overcome
Here I stand
In a serenade of glory
Naked by the throne of kings
You sowed the wind
And now you reaped
I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, One Two Five
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for
outside
Until I tight my...
Red tie, red tie
Red tie, red tie
Red tie, red tie
Red tie, red tie
Passers-by look through my holes
Of gloomy soul with
and a red nose from a clown
A horseshoe from a rodeo a claw from a bear
Well I always get a souvenir to prove that I was there
I always get a souvenir
I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, One Two Five
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for
lay awake and strap myself in the bed
With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang)
'Cause I'm steamin' mad (grr)
And by the way,
through in stereo
When everybody loves you
You can never be lonely
Well, I'm gon' paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
a note, but I didn't send it
'Cause that's the best method the women here taught me about
What you don't really understand, I've got magic in my hand
I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, One Two Five
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun
But I'll love
women who be on TV
Waps in the marble, only y'all down to sing sing
Tellin' jokes, blowin' smoke, the finest artichokes
Fine dishes, pretty bitches
language
Caucasian talk
They're saying nothing
I see a land
As we crawl by night
I see a face
In the window in front
These stations are useful
Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp
Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp
Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert
Young Carter kill in order,who get
cut off screen digital'd by mugs
One point, oh seven three distilling mugs
Alter top of heads and make them nasty-like
One point, oh five
Put in
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
One two three four five six
There was a guy
And his name was Johnny B
The loudest man in the land
Alright, ok
Alright, ok
Alright, oK
Uh huh
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
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