Lyrics:
of state plates
I said dad did we know those folks
As they waved and drove out of sight
He just smiled as he started the car
He said son not 'til tonight
came up in the city
Where we don't know folk
'Til my soul go cold
I'mma tell 'em that they just don't know
(They'll never take me alive)
I'mma tell 'em
listen
You told me that's the old me and I have been forgiven
cnd most the time I know that but sometimes I'll be forgettin
Forgive me Lord forgive me
switches
Fuck 12 don't leave em a witness
His homies screaming "Get up"
His bitches screaming "Get down"
They never seen that much red
New pack we smoke by
When it comes to women, ma I live by these two principles
Never let no half wit have my heart, and never trust em hoes
But you, you're something
Muhammad will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old
and then
I sort of fell in to my own
Kind of felt at home when behind a microphone
But on the bus ride home, that didn't mean a thing
Harassed by thugs,
crucified me,
Left me all alone
I never should have turned my back on
The old folks back home
Give me that Church of the Holy Spook
Church of the Holy
where did it go?
What happened to my folks?
Beauty bought by empty core
Loving what you're done
I can't understand, why we come home sweat
And place
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
Yeah, here comes Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He'd just knock them in
Topeka and The Santa Fe
See the old smoke risin' 'round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts get
my exes live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
I remember that old Frio River
Where I learned to swim
But it brings to mind
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Yeah, here comes Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He'd just knock them in
remember what your old pal said
Boy, you've got a friend in me
Yeah, you've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
If
the old folks smile
To see her tag along beside me
Doing little things the way her mama did
But it gets a little lonesome
When I hear somebody sayin'
loans to a Benz-o?
Like old folks pissin, I guess it all depends, oh, oh
Stop your cryin baby
I'll be late for that, baby I'll wait for that
If you
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
and start the same old way
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line, the weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine, p. s. I love you
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Mama
my exes live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
I remember that old Frio River
Where I learned to swim
But it brings to mind
to our Captain told
"In this pocket by my heart, sir, is a message, send it please
And with it send this little band of gold".
[Chorus]
I promised
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