Lyrics:
shines on your Kentucky girl
I swear, I love you by the moon above you
How bright is it shinin' in your world?
Some morning when you wake up all alone
home
By time you get here I'll be long gone
There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man
He said, I'm sorry it's come down to this
There's so
Come on, y'all, let's take a ride
Don't you say shit, just get inside
It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip
'Cause you can't have
Come on, y'all, let's take a ride
Don't you say shit, just get inside
It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip
'Cause you can't have
some fun
The sky is crying and it's time to go home
And we shall hurry to the car from the foam
Sit by the fire and dry out our wet clothes
It's
shines on your Kentucky girl
I swear, I love you by the moon above you
How bright is it shinin' in your world?
Some morning when you wake up all alone
brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no
And this is what I should have said
Well, I thought it, but I kept
my home
Nobody knows where I came
The stone at my head will say i am dead
It knows me by no other name
It knows me by no other name
wrong
They didn't even have the time to find themselves a home
This foreigner, a brown-skin male
Thrown into a Texas jail
It left the wife and baby quite
But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it
moon shines on your Kentucky girl
I swear I love you by the moon above you
How bright is it shining in your world
Some morning when you wake up
on going
We're going for home now
Bring it home
Yeah
Bring it home
Oh, oh
Alright
Well, alright
Well, alright
Well, alright
Well, alright
Well,
Angelina, Angelina, please bring down your concertina
And play a welcome for me 'cause I'll be coming home from sea
Yes it's so long since I've
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring
told me you would bring presents and treats (K-R-O-Q CD
Original)
Cheering my spirits with homemade sweet meats (K-R-O-Q CD
Original)
You told me
Stay at home, stay at home
Stay at home, stay at home
Lady says she needs your love
It just can't come from up above
She doesn't want to be by
the break of day
Reach over and feel the pillow, baby
Where your sweet man used to lay
Well baby, it's so lonesome by myself
Well, it's so lonesome,
Got to bring it home
We got to bring it home
See his campaign run by the power funds
And makin' all the deals he can
Isn't it funny what greed
Spoken:
All these wise guys tryin-a put us down
We gonna bring 'em on in
An' bring 'em on home
Sings:
See them stumblin' by the way side
See them
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man she
Watching the town go by
Nanna made another Red Sox fan
'Til the day I die
That was back in '65
It doesn't seem like a long time ago
Grandmama keeping
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
lie
Got some friends around me, got some friends around me
We should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
Bring your friends, we should go to my home
it bring you down
It's only castles burning
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around
Blind man running through the light of the night
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