Lyrics:
Words & Music by Paul Brandt & Steve Rosen
I love the Country
I ain't never gonna change
Like to get my hands dirty
Like to do it my own way
Church bells resounded like judgment day
As they were making love
In the rain-swept graveyard
She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame
A monsoon
Woke up outta my sleep in the middle of the night
By the angel Gabriel who came to me about my wife
(Behold) the son she bears
He's the precious lamb
But if you’re winning from the heart then I salute your type
See you’re a star never let hay pollute your hype
Its all about you homie
The fruit is ripe
The Horses ate all 3 courses hay! What are you gonna do?
The Turkey is full on stuffing & the Wombat ate all the stew
And the Kookaburra sits and laughs
la cama me lanzó
Yo no sé lo que le pasa
Yo no sé lo que comió
Estoy cansada y dormida y no me puedo acostar
El olor que hay en el cuarto no se puede
Every day is Groundhog's Day now
Writing in the afternoon, Temple of Doom on mute
Making hay while the sun shines
Never meant to cast a pall
Wooden leg too schocked to speak
Lilac dust of a woman's hair
A wooden cross a paper prayer
A stone where her body lay
A stack of feathers a pile of hay
the dope up
And then I pass it to ya
I'm high-yah can't lie yall
Man this shits some fire
Covasier,that good hay,
And weed bong,got damn yall
I lit it lit it
a stranglehold of love
I wiped my brow, I cleaned my shades
I straightened my beret
Couples sprawling on cushions peeling
Grapes and making hay
A dozen curvy
Give me a horse and a saddle
Give me a place to ride
Give me the plains and the hills
And valleys
A dog racing by my side
I'm flipping my lid
I'm
Ooh-la-la-la-la-ley
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
It's a beautiful day
Well, I picked up this señorita
She was sitting in the golden hay
She said "I do not speak
no harmonica play
What you can see is something you saw
When you were a little girl
Some picture passed by the Hays Commission
About a prairie
gotta go
I got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow
People watch me like Match of the Day
I've got a stack of weed like a bale of Hay
I drive my Capri
the moonlight (through the darkness)
After midnight (hay)
Searching for you (I'm trying to find you)
Right foot over left
Left foot over right
I let
The Son of God by Name
O, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
O, tidings of comfort and joy
"Fear not then," said the Angel
"Let nothing you
say
Itch-day, ude-day want a ey-hay?
O fle' like go away, that's what your daughter say
I got fans in Ja-Pan, got land
Block can't ice, hoes starin'
never thought the KY
And when you say, "I gots ya back," you tryin to hit the hay
I never knew the static could be so traumatic so I cut em slack
convention
Back in the day - I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition
But I done made it, they hate it
I love it, becuz of DJ Paul and Juicy J - I got
Y aunque me cueste morir
y aunque me cueste dar,
darme cuenta que otro sentido
hay que tomar
Somos enigmas para descifrar, p
erfectos cromosomas
Whether it be casualties from your side of the line or mine
I'm in the line of duty amputations by the tooley
Dirty South here to ruley, consequences moody
the barracks checkin in
Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial
Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips
I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom
When
that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
"Fear not then,"
that frenesí meant "Please love me"
And I could say frenesí
A lovely señorita caught my eye
I stood enchanted as she wandered by
And never knowing
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