Lyrics:
I fiend bub full of green shrubs
And mushrooms, I bust rooms, open a custom
To float across the ocean with verbal motion the notion is boasting
I'm
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
him calling your name
Long Daddy Green is a fly-by-night
You turn around, he's out of sight
Seems he's your fair-weather friend
And your foul weather
"I've always wished to be laid when I died
In a little churchyard on the green hillside
By my father's grave, there let me be
O bury me not on the lone
sing)
"Hide me, old blest Rock of Ages";
Every day will be Sunday by and by.
Heavenly love inside the gates,
Give the world a smile each day.
They were
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
On my life, I want the front page
Uh, ninety-nine bitches in the driveway
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
These chum niggas gettin' served by the day
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds
be
Till my dying day
Till my dying day
I've got a lot of livin' to do
I've got a lot of livin' to do
Brighton Hill, with its green fields
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds
day
I've got a lot of livin' to do
I've got a lot of livin' to do
Brighton Hill, with its green fields of clover
That's where kindness
marched in the animals two by two and he called out as they went through
Hey Lord I got your green alligators and long neck geese
Some humpty back camels
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Mama
green paisley dreams
Lime green paisley dreams
Lime green paisley dreams
Oh, lime green paisley dreams
The past has passed us by
And the fashions have
Running hard out of Muskrat Flats
It was sixty days or double life
Hail on my back like a shotgun blast
High wind chimes in the night
Oh oh, the pride
I see trees of green, red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, clouds
Released in: 1985 album "We Are The World" by USA For Africa.
She wakes up stunning every morning
Like an angel of the light
Makes me wonder, am I
I was woken up by voices causing fear and pain
So eager to fix something that was not up to me
Been trying to see the love they told about
There's
Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Dream about the pictures that I play of changes
Green
Said I'm talking 'bout a green country
Close your eyes and walk with me
A green country was a thing of the past
Let's dream of a day when a green country
bout the days gone by wishin' he was there
Rodeo you take a boy and make a man so tall
Drink his youth and cast him by the way
What's he gonna do now
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
Day goes by
The river flows
I won't go
Down my spine a shiver crawls
I won't go
When my heart is going dim
When I feel the sin
Thunder in the summer
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