Lyrics:
broad day light
I'll still rob you blind
That's why I don't trust no man
But the hands of time
Even if thy so called friends of mine
Call it as I see it
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
feel like I'm D Brooks
Get you in the country
Got me feeling like I'm Garth Brooks
I'm pulling strings like Ja-Petal now
I would give my all to you
manifold entreaties, many a tear,
Many a sad kiss by day and night renew'd
(Sure that all evil would come out of it)
Besought him, supplicating, if he cared
be a fight
Like a good ass kicking
On a Saturday night
Oh hell no you wanna take us out
Hell no what you talking about
I love this country, the land
on the next roll of
The dice i'm not unmindful
Of man's seeming need for faith
I'm for anything that
Gets you through the night, be it prayer
Tranquilizers
Cash is on the thrash
Wild and out to Waylon Jennings and Garth Brooks in extra innings
When the thunder rolls and the lightning strikes, Eric Church is
I heard Johnny Cash,
& Garth Brooks, man, hooked me so fast
Knew every tune on K105
Like “c Country Boy Can Survive”
Recorded the songs, on cassettes
night studio sessions with Willie Nelson
But I can sang a hook like I'm Garth brooks I came a long way from dodging crooks at Forrest brook
Keep
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
the work that them man couldn't
Late nights in the studio
Putting in bare work
Work that them man couldn't
I told them, the proof's in the pudding
Now I'm in
There used to be a time when candlelight and wine
Was all that a woman would need
Man, you'll be a winner if you took her out to dinner
Or a movie
of being a famous DJ just to find that I'd hate it
Always traveling, never home
Late nights in those stale clubs
With burnt out thirty years olds
And people
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
But uh, I've been out on tour with Garth Brooks. He-hehehehe
Now, you might think pricin' a Mercedes might be a jumpin' the gun
But hey, I got a letter
Ghosts inhabit my mountain home
They don't frighten me, I sleep here alone
I shut out my friends, shut off the phone and
Late in the night I hear
I'm Garth Brooks
Handle my business the way that a shark would
I'll proceed to return to the dark woods
Where I call home
I'm going to mess up
But
Here
the crowd
Headed your way
You meet me with a smile and I say
You waiting for a dance and you say, alright
Took you by the hand
There was Garth Brooks
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
scream out loud
Man that could be us
She's a big star
She eats caviar
Just before she performs every night
She says if you work hard to get where you are
lil' bum nigga
You walk around ya house in an
Old Versace robe wit' one slipper
Made an album called Split Personalities
Until I smack them all back into
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
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