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Worked down Mississippi 
California too. 
Worked all night and day babe, 
play a little blues for you. 
Worked south of the border, 
up in Chi-town

in your kitchen with no air conditioning
Leaving the doors open to the whole town

And we went out
You sprained your ankle and I got a little grown up

Without my stick I'm leaving now
I told lil bro pass me that switch up
On that bitch I need it now
We get love we pulling up to every town
VIP I'm blowed

I met the midnight
Drank a whiskey to her name
Well people talk and talk no matter what you do
For me it's all the same
Taking, taking just a little

of the town,
Just don't leave your dirty laundry around,
That's how they get you,

A problem so big you just sat in it's shade,
Became the carer of this monster

me
Saw red and I grabbed a wrench
Threw it into the big machine
They’re taking our lives
We’ll take their steam
Who’s with me?

One by one workers rise

just got you.”
“I’ll meet him in the desert, see what he can do”
So they met up on the edge of town, out there by the dunes
Everybody’s friends showed

rich town/
Might just smack yo big brother cause I feel im gettin pissed now/
Sipping anejo, but this shit the color crystal/
If I send some shots at you

Dictatorship of wolves, dictating to the sheep.
Dictated to by fools and half the public is asleep. Wrapped in cotton wool like we are covered in a sheet. Like

Soldiers in every city 
Players in every town
So what would you
 Do in my position
Bang bang go meet the lord
With 20-20 vision.

But the magic came back

Ain’t shit cheap
Ain’t shit sweet

All my money straight 
Yea I like my money neat

Hollow tips I’ll feed 
And They comin by 3’s

Don’t nobody move

With all the windows down
Being cradled by the Plymouth 
Coasting into our new town

And the air tastes like home 
Like Windsong and cigarette smoke

I admitted You was juiced up 
You wasn’t down fo real 
Baby ya you got it good
Why you poppin pills
Is that the only little thing you can just feel

hair, grow our crops and make our food?
I know it's not gonna be me, I am not in the mood
To hop on a big green tractor like my name is Jason Aldean

Hey Mr Samuel
This is Tracy from Farm town Corporate

Just letting you know we have your Application and we're going to
Pull it on file

We don't

on no one was there for me
So I flew back south flew back right by the beach
It was a little big town
Wine beer and whiskey
I kept on calling your phone I

the beats and not cops
In my town the streets and blocks hot
Niggas bein' hypnotic with the
Mouth can get you
Hit with the knuckles like Dr Robotnik
If they

how I get down
Harlem nigga jiggy
Sprinkle a little Biggie
Putting on for the city
Niggas know I get busy
Yeah
Mm hmm
Yeah
I said the whole world follow

Word! echoes

Uhhh! Uhh, uhh! Unh! (Awww yeah)
Uhh, unh, uhh! Unh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uhh
(yeah bring somethin in a
Little like that yo)

Break

I'm the King of Swank
When I'm back from the DMV
At the corner by the drugstore
All the men in town, they stand
With the grimacing expressions

manifesting. I've been doing so good, focused and meditating
I just want the money bada boom bada bing
Bet not reject by the hair on your chiny chin ching
Call

to murmur, your sons a bad influence
But now I bet I make more than they parents (how do I do)
I was a bad kid by all accounts
Pepper in my mouth go ahead

by I can't tell like my watch broke
Man just stop tripping little kid you is not woke
No I don't fuck with arson but the room sets on fire
When I step

owe it to
Fresh pair of J's, stepped in a maze
Walk around town, tryin to get blazed
Then a bad little shorty tried hit me on my jack
That was when I