Lyrics:
The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest
I should.
Well, some people tell me that they love the mountains best,
Far as I can see it's just one big wilderness.
I've seen squirrels writin'
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
loves you to death won’t let no trouble come your way
Oh, can’t forget my man
I was a young man
Dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man
When I lost my handsome curls
But I wanna say
When my time comes
Lay me
friends
And ask how he remembers me
'Cause I want to know where I stand
How I love my old man
I met my old lover on the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled
And we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves
Oney standin' over me
Today when that old whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire
The superintendent just dropped by
And said
swinging jeans and looking for a dream,
Cause I'm old enough to rock the bop
I like the sax when it starts to scream man
I'm gone and I dig the scene
rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam
Make me an angel
There's flies in
I've seen 'em do when any man retires
Then old Oney's gonna tell me
From now on I'm free to do what I desire
He'll present me with that little old
the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.
And the sky breaks at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They'll all
everything's racist
Shirts, Go Fish, strawberry smoothies
All the Blowfish (especially Hootie)
Everything you say is insanely racist
Every single day
Pontchartrain
The fairest young maiden that I ever saw
Passed by as it started to rain
We both found a shelter beneath the same tree
On the banks of the old
on
Cause even peace got some clout when the funky jams on
Get free, get free y'all
Funk is you, funk is me, funk is us, funk is free
Insects
cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies
Once I was a young man dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man I lost my
Named after my mother
My old man is another
Child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning
And thunder were desire
This old house would
judge me if you don't know me
But do we know anyone I swear people so phony man
I'm just tryna live my life and spit my shit
And hope you like it enough
I met my old lover on the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled
And we talked about some old times, and we drank ourselves
Wimpey dreams,
They eat without a sound
Digesting England by the pound
Young man says "you are what you eat" eat well
Old man says "you are what you
tune
When a man came along, made me hush my song
Kicked me off away out there
(Yodel)
As she went passin' by I caught her on the fly
And I climbed
the Wimpy dreams
They eat without a sound
Digesting England by the pound
Young man says, "You are what you eat", eat well
Old man says, "You are what
Walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man
A little girl asked me what am I gonna do
When I get old
snorin
Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin
You Don't Blowfish? Hmm..Let me finish, I'm a step wit
Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip
Trap
she'd miss me if I was gone
And I love them more than anything
But I got this feeling near by trains
And sometimes I wish I was
On that train and gone
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