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with two weeks pay
And I'd probably blow it on beer anyway
Hey wait 'til you hear him sing like George Jones
He stopped loving her today
They
and hold your breath
You're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"
"Children, children, get your hat"
"Mama, Mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get
in the dead of the night
And a sleepy voice whispered as he turned out the light
She said...
Where you gonna go
What ya gonna do when you get
and you know we will
We don't mash in this olds-mobiles
Ride to ya block slow as hell
Look for you fucks, unload the shells
A nigga get caught, then please
Remember how I'd fly to you?
And I can't talk to you when you're like this
Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town
I'm New York City
I
hell, yeah
You've moved on and I'm still here in Hell, yeah
Hell nah
I can't get you off my mind
And out of all the things I've tried
Tonight is
a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)
Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave
ho?
No you might offend some women.
So basically we can't sing anything?
I think that a bunch of bull biiiip.
Softer George it's more effective.
the rest
Davey Crockett went out to Texas
To fight at the Alamo
Old Will Travis never told him
Texas is in Mexico
It's a bloody mess
You know the rest
to the west
You know the rest
Davey Crockett went out to Texas
To fight at the Alamo
Old Will Travis never told him
Texas is in Mexico
It's
swear I keep it real
Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal
It's signed and sealed, you the only female
Hell, my one and only pal come to get me
five minutes from America
But you can't get there from here
I kept up with the Jones' wherever they are
I had some real nice neighbors had me a big
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
reputation that I have, mm
It takes a hell of an angel to see the good inside a man so bad
But you did
I never thought I'd get caught (ah ah)
Yeah, least
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn,
Ayo
Queens get the money niggas still screaming, paper chasing
But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations, over steak with
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)
baby
Can't get enough too soon
Say Texas ain't no different'n
Goin' straight to Hell can be
Hey you must be a critic
Are you too blind to see…
It's
You know it is love that makes us all so rich
That's where were at,
If they don't like it they can just
Get the hell out!
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, red,
the darkness anymore
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Here I am, alone again
Can't get out of this hole I'm in
It's like the walls are closin' in
You can't
born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn, another dead pigeon
If
to
They haul you off in the ambulance and you show up
later at the victory dance
Possun Possum get back home we ain't had no fun since you've been gone
With
crazy for leaving I told her so.
But you can't stop a women when she's out of control.
So I kicked and I cussed that old East Texas road
I throw'd
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