Lyrics:
George Jones and Jesus are two heros of mine.
One is only human but the other one divine.
When I could not find a friend I found out that I had
Carried by the voice
Inside the jukebox
On my grave
You can hear hank williams
Some george jones
Some beatles songs
Some dylan
Some rolling stones
Laying around like I'm George jones
Oh yeah I reach Ben listening to records and we fled
Misdemeaning license plate to take us away
Oh yeah we're
of a back road,
coming through the windows
cricket choir singing George Jones
with the wind in my hair
I just go out where that sun sinks
train whistle
coming through the windows
cricket choir singing George Jones
with the wind in my hair
I just go out where the sun sinks
TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING THROUGH
All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds
Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers
Ap, Rolex, he's a professional
They call him Snowman bitch, the Black
boy sure knew how to moan the blues
Let's go back
Where the music's true
Merle and George Jones
No autotune
Am I the only one still wondering who
Who's
The door to the throne
Sittin' there starin' back
At me was George jones
Well I freaked out
Because he's one of my favorites
And I told him!
He looked back
my feelings can't ignore
His songs will make you happy
Or they'll chill you to the bone
A gift to us from Texas
George Possum Jones
(Chorus 1)
it's all on the jukebox in the corner
If love's gone wrong
George Strait or Jones have sung it in a song
If misery love's company, you'll never be alone
made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin',
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggas know I'm
that win
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches, more furs to drag
More niggas to kill and birds to bag
Hit the jeweler
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
to
The kenwood speakers as they jam out those old school tunes
Well george jones could but i cant stop loving you
By the way you look tonight
Well shes the three
Drop jewels so these falcons like the Maltese
Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they homin'
Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it's Roman
Woo,
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine,
bricks to me
If they ain't tell ya to bring your skis
My Patek, hers petite
The triple play by E. Phillips
Bird feathers done made me chief
Whatever
Willie, George Jones, Billy Nelson, Travis Tritt and all the Highwaymen
At a young age, I was hearing about all the outlaw ways
The outlaw ways
Two little..
supply of baking soda clientele
A Rollie watch, two pots and three scales (let's get it)
Can get 'bout fifty and a Hummer
The birds fly down south
There's some good ole boys like me
Doing the same reeling in largemouth
George Jones real loud
Tryin to keep their family name proud out here in small
the loft-boy sing
"Come on, you R's"
Carried on the wind
Every morning I'll be singing
Like a caged bird you might say
John, Paul, George and Ringo
Help pass
filled up with driftwood and sticks
He said "I find these things along the river"
And I use them to mount my little birds"
Then he gave me a drink
tryna listen to Bone
The early bird get the worm
Take the game by the throat and squeeze
Till the muthafucka broke believe
Its murda we wrote
Its
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