Lyrics:
For your own
I'm movin' out of this hospedaje
I'm afraid you'll cut me boy
Thirty miles by
Hundred miles by stinkin' island
Por goofiar an'
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
grew at the side of the mountain
She's a mountain woman, he's her mountain man
They lived all their lives by the valley
She's a mountain woman, he's
For your own
I'm movin' out of this hospedaje
I'm afraid you'll cut me boy
Thirty miles by
Hundred miles by stinkin' island
Por goofiar an'
of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself, "Well, how did I get here?"
Letting the days
we go
We do it fast
By automobile...
rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill
One day she decided she'd go for a ride
With a pistol and a sword by her side
She rode right up to my front door
on a hill,
She rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill
One day she decided she'd go for a ride,
With a pistol and a sword by her side
She rolled right
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singing good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don't you know me I'm
Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile isn't all that great
My fashion sense is a little whack
Got nothing in my pocket
I didn't
it would be such a thrill
Cruisin' in my automobile, my automobile
Be by your house, about half past eight
Better be ready, I won't be late
Brand new
was a mess of trouble
Still he kept it up
He had dogs, a hundred cocker spaniels and he
Called them panties, 'cause they did that mostly, and he
Did
day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door (hey
I've got a gal
I give her presents by the score
I've got a gal
I give her presents by the score
No matter how many presents I give her
She's always
One day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door
like the love we had?
Does a day go by like a memory?
Do you ever try to remember me
In an automobile or a crowded bar?
Well, I hope you're
day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door (hey
One day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door
day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door (hey
Do it like tony did
Long hair bad lil bitch
Cocker spaniel
Two tenderoni chicks
Put a hater on my list
Put a hater on my list and
Checkmate
Checkmate
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