Lyrics:
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
the family circle at the throne
Though the circle won't be broken
By and by, Lord, by and by
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me and little brother would
Goodnight Irene goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.
Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I take a big
a country boy
A simple kinda life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
Days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm
you astray
I attended service at a little church
In the country not long ago
A prayer was led by an old country preacher
Who then raised his hands
song to say thank you
God bless you and your families
Peace
My name is bill harlan i'm a god fearing man
From the lost rebel army
A tennessee calvary man
From shilo to nashville we
Made our last stand
When
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
the family circle at the throne
Though the circle won't be broken
By and by, Lord, by and by
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me and little brother would
and Anita, the family was four star
She gave the world two daughters
And a son with auburn curls
And I thank God that He gave me
This sweet poor valley
like "boo yaow" gunshot
(yeah, God) we off the day
Know we off the, be off the
Eat off your plate
Me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Ate, on C4, I'm way off
helped me cop my first GSX-are
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace
the Veterans
To their families, their loved ones
And everybody that loves this country
It was a sweltering hot Sunday morning in the Saudi Arabian desert
Bolls and Combines
Bar-B-Que's and Good Times
It's God, Country, Family, Farms, and Friends
We're all meetin' at the River Bend
In this Country Life
WHAT COUNTRY'S ALL ABOUT
Ya don't need to drive no four-wheel-drive, or wear no cowboy hat
Don't matter if you've drooped a ten point buck, ain't
I'm for family, God, and country
For as long as I can breathe
Cause I still sing the anthem
No I won't take a knee
I stand tall for everyone and all
Grady Johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed he said well that ain't me
I gotta spend some time with my family
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town.
And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
We got to singin' around.
And about
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in
It's hard to believe you would fight for the cause
To delete your own kind in the name of God
By treason you gave your country away
By treason yeah you
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
Colorado passes by like writing on a wall
Headed Eastward down to New Orleans
Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out
But there's still
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