Lyrics:
Crankin george straight to 11
It ain't much but if you ask me
Ya it's my little piece hick heaven
Frogs croakin' by the barbed wire fence no trespass sign
kissed by the dew,
All this is mine and heaven too.
I own each summer day
Each mountain capped with snow
The sentimental tree, the dreamy streams that
kissed by the dew,
All this is mine and heaven too.
I own each summer day, each mountain capped with snow,
The sentimental breeze, the dreamy streams
curtain call
I can hear these words bein' whispered by all
Ol' George stopped drinkin' today
They're all gonna gather 'round me
Lord, I wish they could
seen keeps her from settlin' down
Just like a free runnin' river she rambles and rolls
The highway's her heaven, she makes the whole world her own
You're a thousand miles away
Over half a day by car, or a couple hours by plane
But I've barely got a dollar to my name
Let alone the cash for
kissed by the dew,
All this is mine and heaven too.
I own each summer day, each mountain capped with snow,
The sentimental breeze, the dreamy streams
down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
It ain't the most dramatic part of the USA
But you know James Taylor Tanglewoods are the soul of Independence Day
The San Fran' sages love to say
HoH
HoH
HoH
My fear is a lie
Found the strength in my weakness
Life is just made that way
Better bring the fucking heaven on it
A lot of times I
You know who is sitting by his side
It's the Son of Man who is Jesus can't you see
I am always looking to Yah
The Ancient of Days He's the King
two racks it's only Tuesday
And by Wednesday it had me feeling woozy
So by Thursday I had to leave her thirsty
I treat this shit like it's freaky Friday
If I fall asleep forever I hope Heaven's just a dream
Maybe I'll start talking to you in my sleep and tell you just what I've seen
Tell you that
by my Carhartt hat
I'm a raise a little hell, she's Heaven on Earth
The grace to my grit and the rain to my dirt
I'm a little down-home, cold beer
Okwunda on the beat
Yeah
Yeah (W-W-Wonder)
The devils chain 'round my neck has been broken
Soul stolen, but got it back thanks to Heavens Father
Now
One, two, one, two, three
Hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
Might lose
me while I'm sleepin, two to the head
While I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious
a lot to prove
But all I find is all these highways wind
And lead back to my slice of heaven on toast
Oh, would your heart kinda glow if I held your
ever fake
Let the words, penetrate
Its time, to meditate
Looking up, to heavens gates
God showed the way
By lettting his son, demonstrate
Real
Nobody gets too much heaven no more
It's much harder to come by, I'm waiting in line
Nobody gets too much love anymore
It's as high as a mountain
down by my side
Where the rubber hit the road
This rig don't dig no overload
Come on, and let my baby ride
Ooo she's like a smooth stretch of highway
Gray flat surface spreading endless miles
Was laid down by ghosts
Who never could have imagined
What the world would become
Pour a century
maybe four
Don't need no id or an idea
Put the truck in reverse and drive Out of here
Pop her in drive and turn the
Four by four
And I haul ass in my 90
See me patrolling with my 9mm on the highway
You see me trillin on a roll I'm pulling up I'm on the highway
Who run up on you pullin' up fast?
Isn't
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