Lyrics:
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed me by the collar
I looked at him and said, "its all good brother"
I'm with the band
Hired
at
A lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
Burried in this land
For one small band of gold to
Place on sweet little Jeannie's hand
Cause a man needs
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
dollar bill, it's sitting in the window sill,
It's got the name Britain written on George's head,
I've got this rock and roll band I like to play in,
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
kids?
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it (you're right)
Not over this shit (stop)
Drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim, yo,
When I was a rich man
With silver and gold
Stand up a proper
Outside in the cold
By living apprentice
Stand up aboard
Like the old Hotel St. George
Like
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long
of a band
And they call him the muddy Mississippi band
My girl was Ruby Colter and she was on her teens
I took her out to churches to socials schools
I flagged down a ride, next thing I know we're haulin' ass
I turned to the scarecrow, to the lion, to the tin man
I said "Everyone in Nashville
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
As we could ever have
George Washington, George Washington's the man
But who needs Uncle George
[When] we've got the best we've ever had
And I know
tastes
And damn, I love my Nascar race
Any song sung by George Strait
Is country at it's best
Yes, I love good cold beer
And mustard on my fries
I
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
in the fire
Will you stand with the band
These are the ones
He will choose to win the victory
And He will declare it is over
And so we honor the call
In 1649
To St George's Hill
A ragged band they called the Diggers
Come to show the people's will
They defied the landlords
They defied the law
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
if you've got the money
Or if you're a friend to me
But the one man band
By the quick lunch stand
He's been playing real good for free
Nobody
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
turned to jelly
Accidentally nailed my index finger to the wall
Cut off half my toes and soaked my foot in alcohol
Well I've had my pelvis ruptured by
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
George, Ma'am
Homicide, Ma'am
Want to ask you a few questions, Ma'am
I understand you were almost devoured by the dragon, Ma'am
Is that right,
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