Lyrics:
woman?
Would you drink with a nigga, do you smoke weed?
Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees
Gettin' lifted, I quit but shit, I
I put a sunglass on, so I don't have to say hi (hi)
Send a text after I'm gone, I don't say goodbye (bye)
And my Miss USA called for a ride (ride)
So you know everything about your lover
Want to bet
My oh my
How can this be there he goes
Talking in his sleep
By and by
He will connive does he
Ah then tell me Sean O'Farrell
Tell me why you hurry, so.
Hush my boy now hush and listen
And his eyes were all aglow.
I bear orders from
us into heaven
If we walk by His side"
Now many times my mind goes back
And I am feelin' low
To the good old days on mama's
Knee and the times we
Used
other - body, mind, and soul
He gives his money freely cause he can't give himself completely
There are wounds in the way.
He cannot bear to be
Laughed down by the putting green - I popped 'em in their holes.
Four and twenty labourers were labouring - digging up their gold.
I don't believe they
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
Used to be two cars sittin' in the drive
You had your dog and I had mine
Two sets of keys on a hook by the front door
But this house don't look
Born the middle son
Of a farmer
And a small town
Southern man
Like his daddy's
Daddy before him
Brought up
Workin' on the land
Fell in love
our gain so don't be blue
Cause stone blind and out of his mind
Is what he has to be, yeah
So baby straighten up, come on and fly right
It's no
Sampson I'll declare
And he's bound in mama comb his hair
Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore
Wash his dishes and he might sweep the floor
Yeah, he used
Carrying those fears around, worry makes the world go round
You're twisted up like a slipknot
Tied by a juicehead who just took his t-shot, and I know
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
Streams of mercy flowing from His side
And to the bruised and fallen "Captives" bound and broken hearted
He is the Lord
He is the Lord, yeah
By his stripes
who drew his gun,
But the pistol was welded to the holster
By age and careless children,
So it struggled and strained
And it unwound its own
in your town
And your living right down the street
On your way to the concert
You want to stop by the hotel a while
If you don't stop by the hotel,
by tunes
Where the spirit of the lyrics don't deposit him with jewels
And you workin' late hours, so now he actin' up in school (yeah)
can tell him by his coat
Has a bottle in his pocket that he can't hardly tote
Well a Cambellite preacher his soul is saved
Well he has to be baptized
You've just stepped in from steppin' out on me
And break that you've been on another spree
If you don't settle down and change your ways
I'll wound
shall prosper, it won't work
Say no weapon formed against me shall prosper, it won't work
God will do what He said He would do
He will stand by His word
loss is our gain so don't be blue
'cause stone blind and out of his mind
is what he has to be. Yeah!
So baby, straighten up, come on and fly right,
to chill
A man lies in the corner, covered with blood
Bloody wounds on his body, praying to his god
People pass him by, but they say
Why should we care
handbook,
Don't be fooled by illusions you created yourself,
And fall in love with someone, when she loves someone else.
Like a covering of snow
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