Lyrics:
, thank God
Is still the same
And this Boston girl says she likes it
Down here
Lovin' by the river bank with ol' Hank
'Cause the new south, thank God
Is
Then I lied as a whispered "ma'ana"
'Cause our tomorrow never came
South of the border - I jumped back one day
There in a veil of white, by
and Junny-Mae sit arm in arm
By a big ole fire and honeymoon
A little bit south of Saskatoon
Then I lied as a whispered "manana"
'Cause our tomorrow never came
South of the border - I jumped back one day
There in a veil of white, by
And I lied and I whispered Manana for our tomorrow never came
South of the border I rode back one day
There in a veil of white by candlelight she knelt
lied and I whispered Manana for our tomorrow never came
South of the border I rode back one day
There in a veil of white by candlelight she knelt
Then I lied as a whispered "mañana"
'Cause our tomorrow never came
South of the border - I jumped back one day
There in a veil of white, by
She waited by the moon
She was sick with fear and cold
She felt too old for all of this
Of course she never showed
She lugged her suitcase
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33
Old Glory waving at you
As you're driving by the court house
But the land was already claimed by a people
When the cowboy came and when the soldiers came
The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways
as a whispered, manana
'Cause our tomorrow never came
South of the border, I jumped back one day
There in a veil of white, by the candlelight, she knelt
South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle
A kid got stuck for a buck under the trussle
Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart
And I lied as I whispered manyana, for our tomorrow never came.
South of the border, I rode back one day.
There in a veil of white by candlelight, she
Hitmaka
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Right Now Sound
She wanna go down, down south
Down, down, south (Montana) BNYX
G-g-g-good Work
Where do all the hippest meet? (South Street, South Street)
Where the dancin' is elite (South Street, South Street)
Side by side we're loose
Whistle at Lorain, San-Dusky to Toledo
Let her roll, hello Indiana by Ohio
South Bend, Gary change trains in Chicago
Charleyette, Bloomington, Decatur,
There's a sunny little country south of Mexico
Where the winds are gentle and the waters flow
But breezes aren't the only things that blow
In El
of respect
South Acres baby gangsta, I'm demandin' respect
Fuck the school vice principal, he shife and I'm leaving
Told my mama about my dope case and my
the light, you must die
Forgotten children confirm a new faith
Avidity and lust controlled by hate
The never ending search for your shattered sanity
days south of the border
Feeling too good to care why
These Mexican minutes get longer and longer
As the days goes by
These Mexican minutes get
There's a honky-tonk just south of Georgia
A little salvation just a' waitin' for ya'
I heard it said a long time ago
If your lookin' for your
get no better
Peoples, I'm gonna have to go
Well, you know I'm going back down south
People, where the weather suits my clothes
Where the weather suits
Chorus:
Here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
Here come the south shit dirty south shit...whud
here come the south shit dirty south
brown.
I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam.
I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan.
Ah, South California.
If I become a first
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