Lyrics:
brother, my mother sent him out for bread
Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer
Didn't expect, to come across, a crazy gunner
"Hey Shorty, check it
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
that Tennessee stud
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud
And I
Woah really just dropped a 4 in his pop
Been standing on business a hole in my sock
Im a rockstar been gettin Jonas Brother top
I stay gettin money
home, I want to go home,
Oh, how I want to go home!
Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's
And here's a bunch of speeches
We'll toss them in for free
Sell us a president, agency man
Smiling Big Brother, stern father perhaps
Sell us a president,
here in the "Telegraph"
Big threat, big threat
This guy calls the horse big threat
If he calls the horse big threat
Big threat, big threat
I'll tell you
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's
to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's
heard that the President was still alive
So I told my brother, I said, "Hey let's get on a train
And go to that Big House up there and see how
Blow 'em out and open your eyes
We were lookin' forward to the
Rest of our lives used to keep my picture
Posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser
to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,
From the letters that I write they think I'm
Brothers?
Yeah
Sisters?
Yeah
Says here in Genesis, one chapter one
In the beginning God made the earth
And also says here in Genesis, six
Thing 4 U
Hook:
I’m not a Backstreet Boy or Nsync, I’m not a Jonas Brother but I can sing,
and Girl, I gotta Thing For You.
Beyoncé, Britney,
Ezekiel saw the wheels
Way up in the middle of the air
Ezekiel saw the wheels
Way up in the middle of the air
And the big wheel run by faith
Well I lived on the outskirts of town
In an eight room farmhouse, baby
When my brothers and friends were around
There was always somethin' doin'
and be gay-o,
Son of a gun gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Brother Larry!
Fontainaux, Thibodaux, the place is buzzin',
People come to see Yvonne by
never get too big to cry
Some lose faith in love and life when sorrow shoots her darts
And with hope all gone they walk alone these men with broken
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
All they will call you will be deportees
My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
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