Lyrics:
cows he saw,
A ploughin' thru the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were still
tooth don't matter a bit
There's a lot like him around in every town
They're just family, friends, and neighbors
Doing what they've always done
there and make it on our own
It's good times 'till they get here
Short time 'till they're gone
Just picking and singing in a family band
Traveling
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
to come bruise me
And even though maybe were in there
Farther than it once was I know family don't always
Mean that they blood 'cause some people just
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
For all that he retains
By the harbour lights of Sydney
Or the Bora Bora moon
He recites his sad confession
To the seagulls and the loons
speaking English now
And he's smoothing out his clothes
He's Mr. Button Down
He's leaving home
Making changes day by day
And we still ain't got no
a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
And in a weak moment I might
Walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But
for one thing
He only stopped by to make Bill Thaxton die
So he could add to his fame.
"Go give Bill Thaxton a message
And tell him a killer's in town
and childish
And I want him to be manly
I catch my fool and my child
Needing love and understanding
What a strange, strange boy
He still lives with his
riddin' in a Maybach commissioned by Virgil
I threw bait at the bitch and she bit it like a turtle (bit)
I can't fuck her raw 'cause her pussy too fertile
thing relieves me
Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me
"Did he touch you?" I said "No" again, still they didn't believe me
Mother's
It's only been an hour
Since he locked her in the tower
The time has come
He must be undone
By the morning
Many times before
The tyrant's
and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
(Hello?)
Is this 418-9749?
(Speaking)
Sarah?
(Yeah)
Sarah Jackman, Sarah Jackman,
How's by you? How's by you?
How's by you the family? How's
and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
care of his family, he takes care of his work,
And every Sunday morning he takes his place at the church;
And somehow he still feels a need to search,
Wild as a coastal barronca swift as the wind blowing free
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
Somewhere up there he's waiting for
feel important
Simply by giving us a good
Clean place to hang out
Well I can still hear him saying
Pumping gas is a fever boys
It'll get in your blood
leave him stumblin' ragged by the road
I'd ride that highway to the arms of my sweet family
And forget about the stranger in the cold
And Christmas
the forgotten are
But half a world away I hang
The stockings by the fire
And dream about the day
When I can finally call you mine
It's Christmas time
didn't?
No he didn't, is you talking about Kitten?
Is that bitch still stripping?
Trying to get a pair of Christians?"
I swear to God that they got you
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