Lyrics:
ring up Turner
And try to see if the little girl is over there
Well, I know, I know my baby
I know the sweet thing by the clothes she wears
She's
And everybody knows that the center of the universe is Huddersfield
That's why I don't live there anymore
I live in Los Angeles
It's great! I think
Rufus
Don't you move they'll shoot you
Got that sniper rifle on the roof, shooter(pir pir pir pir pir pir! BOW! BOW!)
There go a nigga in the bushes over there
long shadows by the railroad track
Where the simmering sky slides on for miles
And the working dog is never out of style
Oh the wheels don't stop
He's living in that big old house that he knows was built by me
He's playing with the baby that belongs to her and me.
At night he loves a woman
Sittin' here tonight
By the fire light
It reminds me I already have
More than I should
I don't need fame
No one to know my name
At the end
I long for the trip I don't need no grip I'm takin' one more ride
Way out there in the prairie air I guess it's in my hide
Oh the clickety clack
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don
and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain
Steerin' wheel for real (real), you can go on chill out
People say, when I walk by
There he goes a lucky guy
He got a big long car, a lotta money too
But I don't wanna be with me
If you're not with me
Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't never let a chicken get big enough to crow
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don
inside of me
Those wheel on the highway are whinin' on by
Baby I gotta leave
If I don't get out now while my minds in control
Then I'll never be able
connect the dots
Leanin' to the side, people everywhere
The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare
Big beats bumpin' with the bass in back
and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain
Steerin' wheel for real (real), you can go on chill out
for a song
No it don't get no better
Than this road I'm on
From the honky-tonks to the big stage
I've played 'em the same way
And I'm blessed
Call it new technology
And they use it to burn
And they show no concern
Work for their prosperity
While the big wheels turn
Now it's too late
like there ain't nobody home. You wheel on up the valley view. You'll never feel the climb. Oh but I'll take the old trail every time.
The old trail,
big world are we
And when I think about it yes that's all we'll ever be
But I got you and you got me and if they look they can see that we don't care
big shots is fired
Big dreams shattered by little egos
Big budget my desert eagle
Spent on war abroad
On middle eastern people
Big cars, big wheels
[ Don Rich]
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raised him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
Although I know you don't approve
[Chorus]
The truth is that I'm not so good
At showing how I feel
Or keeping my mouth shut
When there's something
The sun has opened up my eyes
And I don't wanna leave your side
For that lonesome road
But here I go
Climbin' back behind the wheel
Fifty feet
backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
to how I feel
These things return to me that still seem real
Now deservingly this easy chair
But the rocking stopped by wheels of despair
Don't want
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