Lyrics:
T'was on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no
To abide by the rules
Cause you're graduating soon
From the loser's school
And the country tavern lady
In the house on the hill
Can't be the answer
No,
yuh fuck'e
Love di fuckery
All when mi lay down nobody above mi
Real one don, man signed by Bulbie
Bright bwoy, mi did affi rich, couldn't hungry
Wide Bed
Call her by any name, she will come
Unbusy keeping house in desolation
Murder this that murders me
Loitering my dead sea between this
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big Sea Water
Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten
From the land
Fuck your neighbor and his house
We are gonna take him out
All our friends are suffering
Bullied by the elderly
Sirens in the night time
Seeing
My father's house was warm at night
he used to sing me lullabyes
just like his father before him always did
just like his mother would have done
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
of a sudden, through my window I could see
Santa Claus was flying by and smiling at me
[Chorus]
Santa Claus, Santa Claus
It must've been ol' Santa Claus
Model house life meltdown
Still a modern dream let down
It kills me, you know I'm dying out here
What would you trade the pain for?
I'm not sure
Carolina moon, lazy ol' River
Time keeps floatin' On By
Moss hanging from an oak tree
Baby it's just you and me
Sure makes one beautiful sight
We got
me where I want to be
I'm taking a ride
With my best friend
We're flying high
We're watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want
Fire bright, winter night
Here with you by the tree
Close your eyes and I'll sing to you
This Christmas lullaby
Sweetest dreams, dreams come true
The Oak Ridge Boys – The American Dream
(Written By Keith Stegall & Gary Harrison)
Well they moved away from the
Farms they did not own
To live
my feature price
'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright
And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house
my feature price
'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright
And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
Deshil Holles Eamus
Deshil Holles Eamus
Deshil Holles Eamus.
Send us bright one, light one, Horhorn
quickening and wombfruit!
Send us bright one,
"I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
Where were you again tonight? (with cornstalks or among them)
Moonless night my love burned bright. (o out among them)
I'm not impressed by
Funky
Ready
Funky, funky
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
Can't
Funky!
Ready?
Funky! Funky!
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
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