Lyrics:
survive,
I had a good friend in New York City,
Never called me Bocephus called me hillbilly,
Well he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
For 43
morning, and we've talked all night
You know we've made big plans for ten-year-olds
You and I
Have you met my new boy friend, Margaret?
His name is John,
a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man"
But you can do the job when you're in town.
Later on, we'll
how that little country boy can play
Go go go Johnny go go...
[ guitar - piano ]
His mother told him someday you gonna be a man
And you will be
a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man"
But you can do the job when you're in town.
Later on, we'll
how that little country boy can play
Go go go Johnny go go...
[ guitar - piano ]
His mother told him someday you gonna be a man
And you will be
of the feds
And to my Bloods, code red
Man, you know how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I
a lot
But they all playing they role, put that on everything that I got
And all I care about is my city, man, I can't say it enough
I done heard things
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a-goin' dry...
The interest is up and the stock market's down
And you
Home Cafe
Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play
triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot, yeah
These niggas is scared
Thirtys in the city movin' slow
Thirty, thirty,
the songs
And maybe the old songs will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines will sound new
Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder
Maybe old
And you say New York City
And you say New York City
(They're jingling, baby) go 'head, baby
(They're jingling, baby) go 'head, baby
(They're
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
From all that you made
That you lost
Or threw away
Traded in for a brand new life
But I can't
Can
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You
would they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy can play
[Chorus]
Well his mama told him some day you will be a man
You will be
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
He always helped kids in the
City and you know what
I think he always will
Now my buddy Mike Tellis was a
Good man everyone loved him so
He took care
know they better be goin'
Out of the door and down to the street all alone
Truckin', like the do-dah man
Once told me, "You've got to play your
and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes make homemade wine
A country boy can survive
Because you
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
glock fully, hot pellets
Have me running through the hall
It's on, like you being chased by the relic
Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any
survive
'Cause you can't scare us out, you can't make us run
What we got here is freedom and fun
We say grace and we say "ma'am"
If they don't like
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