Lyrics:
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
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Also featuring Sara Evans, Martina McBride, Kenny Chesney, and Brooks and
Dunn
Phil: A little boy
an automobile
That's got too many miles an' rust on its wheels
No love, love ain't like that
Love ain't that easy to define
You can't build it by design
It takes
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that
probably never know
Guilty cocker spaniels eating table scraps
Well we rolled over, how our masters clapped
It felt so good we wanted more than that
But
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good mornin' America how are you say don't ya know me I'm your native son
I'm a train they
Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little wack
And my friends are just as screwy as me
Yonder goes your mama, across the field.
Slippin' and slidin', like an automobile.
You called to your mama, and told her to wait.
She was slippin'
Mizone samochodem auto automobile
Mizone samochodem auto automobile
Mizone samochodem auto automobile
Mizone samochodem auto automobile le
Już nie
Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little wack
And my friends are just as screwy as me
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
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You got a house on top of a hill
And a powerful automobile
The windows up, the AC high
In a world of comfort speeding by
Stressed out in the latest
that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
In a summer house out on cape cod
A number of years ago
My cousin charles heard on the radio
On weei
The story of an automobile
That had driven from
by my Planes, Trains, and Automobiles
I will spend the night, cause it's you I like
And I will come by my Planes, Trains, and Automobiles
I'm all
that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
I hate the steam train that whistles woozy my bird brain,
That sends my spaniel insane.
And I'll stop riding side saddle if they don't stop
south
Where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth
Sergeant, sergeant can't you feel
Something's wrong with your automobile?
Warden, warden
the love we had?
Does a day go by like a memory?
Do you ever try to remember me
In an automobile or a crowded bar?
Well, I hope you're alright where
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