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nearly full|The cow began to ball, she was lonesome for da bull-|The mountie pulled them over, is there somethin I can do?|Go right ahead sir, Margie said,
Promontory Shine 4:07 CB-C1D-22-00006 Quinn Pooley had still in the Promontory Hills Defended with a dog and a gun Mountie Pete hatched a plan
get cloudy Pole on me like I'm a Mountie I got a whole different way about me I got the O's and Z's I fuck my hoe to sleep Don't need no Jodeci I just
O Canada, you took me in Just beneath your native skin To the land we both belonged to years ago O pal of mine, how young it was Mountie you
When I was a kid I wanted to grow up and be cop in a province town or county I thought it would be great if someday I could only ever be a mountie
teacher, loggers, preacher And the Mountie from afar And Ol' one-armed Bert, and the CPR clerk And the painters from down south They waltzed while the scent
Imagine I'm your best desperado Or your handsome mountie ridin' but you can't decide Ain't nobody know none the wiser Now your hero needs another
by four a.m With a thermos under his arm And he kept any quarters But he had a Mountie on the back And he burned his bacon And he drank his coffee
the bounty Two grand to the Mountie Who let me pass by under wraps I told him if I was alive this time next year I’d surely be back Next year I’ll surely be
I been fly since the Big Bossman feud with the Mountie Bobby Bacalhau, crocodile Know the proper style Curtis Martin run the rock in for the Jets yo
doors When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat He followed on the shoreline cause
I got a ticket in Cook County from a small town county Mountie Goin' ninety in a slow lane on my way to Tennessee And no amount of talkin' could
the crows, i'm reppin' the Eastside And I say this shit proudly She got them white toes, taking a deep dive And ride it like a Mountie | I do not get it How
you're half a world away The only thing i miss is your green eyes Oh by the way I've met a girl in the land of beaver On a maple farm She's a Royal Mountie
of the moon If the wind turns right If you don't take fright You can smell that French perfume But the Mountie boat was waiting As he crawled up Fordger Bay
The original vision, the same. The soles of his shoes have his name. The Mountie & the beav. The Dagger and the flames and the Birdman's mounted skull. Sitting
and roll He's a Northwest Mountie, ridin' the Dawn Patrol Masters and Johnson, Kinsey and Hite All take notes when he turns out the light He's a JACK
stony mountie I’m just Tryna ride a birdie somewhere with pretty baddie Uber Straight down to the city we don’t take no fucking caddies. To all my college
ride me like a Mountie Through the night Flick on the light Feelin fine when I'm high Wax inside of my blunt You know I'm headed to the sky They all
the smoke and vapor cleared, them Mountie lawmen all lay dead All lay dead All lay dead Got too close, eh All lay dead Some would try to social distance but
see Coupe come with the brown seats New hoe on some loud reef New home where you found me Lay down now she mount me I'm so high think I'm a Mountie I'm
muthafuckas still wating - on the county Young black niggas dodgin' the county mountie Who got the fat stacks, the pack stacks Slugs to your back if my
grains And it's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores Yarr... Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he
Canada goose on ma back no mountie I might move to a ting in a rave I chat to the foreign ting, I'm the foreign Cause I'm the one from a different county
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