Lyrics:
and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy
That played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him
us I was always looking for a door
Snow, falling, floating, thoughts that silence me now
A line to forget, to forget the boy
If you ash in the fire
About that boy from East Tennessee
And I know we both knew better
But we still said forever
And that was seven summers of Coke
And Southern Comfort
enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
down,
George Straight singin' bare feet,
Slow dance long hair swingin'
Under the neon sky, just watching the world go by
We were laying by the river
and the Aggies and the Hamptons
They book us, won't book us, I'm Booker
T. Washington, George killed, for twenty
Think about it (think), that's two thousand
Go down Emanuel Road, man and boy
Got to break that stone
Go down Emanuel Road, man and boy
Got to break that stone
Well, the moon still in the sky
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
to all your men;
The cause that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the green again.
Recorded by Galvin, Clancys
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Hey, will you take off that hat? You look like George Washington!
I'll throw you across the river.
You'll throw me across? The what?
and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy
That played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him
on a guise, it was really me
Hard years later
And we're still hanging on
For the St. Jackpot score
That's never gonna come
Not running away now
Been
Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standin' in the field by the railroad track
Cursin' this strap on my
George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got
here
And Dottie West is probably the prettiest
There's the old pea picker, Ernie Ford
Jimmy Rodgers, George Morgan, Hank Williams
And the wandering
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got
the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscing on them good times
Still I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin'
There's a difference
In the Wild, Wild West and a Podunk town
There's a difference
In a ramblin' man and a boy that's just runnin' around
You
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
tryna jerk me (believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty (boy)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (boy)
With your girl,
the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscing on them good times
Still I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin'
greeted you with a knowing smile
When I saw that girl upon your arm
I knew she won your heart with a fatal charm
I said "Soul boy, let's hit the town"
I
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