Lyrics:
shed say
I gotta meet someone for an interview
He's only in town today
Always a little bit overdressed
Much more than I thought he'd be
High heel
read my mind?
I never really gave up on
Breakin' out of this two-star town
I got the green light, I got a little fight
I'm gonna turn this thing
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
ain't breaking no roles
And in the Rock 'n' Roll land, a big striving plan
Just my posse learn the vocals what little they had
It's all about us
and square
Sit in on their war councils, don't laugh away their pride
But Custer didn't listen at Little Big Horn Custer died.
(Let's drink to old Jim
I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested
This great land
Now I
Friday night butterflies
Like clockwork they'd arrive
A little chill and the October sky
Nervous till the kickoff game
Four quarters win or lose
appealing to see
You won't get undercounted 'cause
You're damned and free
You got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style
A melancholy town where we never smile
action
Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all
Little Debbie say "I bet he do"
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip Shelly's
It's Lils,
her a letter by my Uncle Thud
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
One day I was riding in a beautiful land
I run smack into an Indian band
Friday night, butterflies - Like clock work, they'd arive
A little chill in an October sky - Nervous til' the kickoff came
Four quarters, win or lose
that we should
Move up a little bit form our parents' station and each
And each generation should do a little bit better
Alright, come on, let's
There's homeless on the streets
Of every city
Big city crime in every little town
There's people makin' money off of Jesus
And taxes draggin'
The bitch jumped up with no respect
I had to put the big, big bitch in check
I said, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get shot
I'm sober anyway, I
was always well
He planted his corn in the month of June
And by July it was up to his eyes
Come September, came a big frost
And all the young
I LIKE MY BIG FAT BACK
I LIKE MY YA YA THIN
I LIKE TO PUSH IT DOWN
INTO THE LAND OF SIN
I'M A SINPUSHER, HANGIN' ON THE ON THE "DL"…DOWN
Little Big Horn
And I swear I did not see the irony
When I rode with the Seventh Cavalry
I thought that we fought for the land of the free
When we rode
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
of the town (yeah)
Always got my windows rolled down
Ready to throw
You know, I'm the Egg Man
Once upon a time
Egg Man
Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg
Oooh! Aoww! Well alright ch'all
Snoopy, tell 'em where they at
(In the Land of Oz)
In the land of the get killed quick
Some niggas turn bitch
from a little bitty spark, yeah
Does your Mama know who you're hangin' around
A souped up punk in a rock and roll gown, small-town
Keep your head up
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast
I'm a nut punch wizard
Speed bag ya' ball bag leave none in it
We, we got one ambition
Re-up and puff til the month go missing
Big, big, big black
decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I
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