Lyrics:
yee-haw and then we saddle up
You thought your boy Colt Ford was just a country clown
That bails hay all day and don't know how to get down
Ain't none
echoing through the canyons of your minds
"ethell, want to get a cuppa cawfee?"
(howard johnson's! howard johnson's!
Howard johnson's! howard
and I like it that way
Hail Mary, full of grace
Get down on your knees and pray
Jesus Christ, hanging on the cross
Died for our sins, it's such
out of sand
I wanna be your money man
My mortgage is picked up by the band
I wanna be your money man
The boys, oh they're sleepin' out in the van
your eyes, try to stop it
But it's part of the plan that was written by the man
Got me down on my knees and my hands prayin'
Forgive me Lord, thank
lean to the morning sun
Feel how clean / when the night when your night is done
Run with the wolfpack
Get down be bright go back, run with the wolfpack
Thrown off the bridge
To the river by the ridge
Was the iron mountain baby
A man walking by
Said he heard a little cry
And he found him in
travel alone
I came to find all the answers I need
But I don't wanna pray
And get back on my knees again
Mountains in the way
I fall down and repeat again
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
a say
They want see me lost so a find a way
Go down on ma knees boy I gotta pray boy I gotta pray
Pray Pray Pray Pray
Pray Pray Pray Pray
Pray Pray Pray
shopping, it's like having a gun
Whatever I wanna get, got them boys caught up
I know I'm a hot, hot shorty
But you gotta slow down (slow down)
You don't
still wet on your face
And no one wants to pray for your safe journey home
Out beyond the desert, across the mountains by the fall
Servants who leave
the offering paid
She gave my name away to your holy house
She like my blessings in disguise
She like her Jesus mountain high
So he can watch her lonely
the mountains, down by the ocean
Where? It don't matter, as long as we're goin'
Somewhere together. I've got a quarter
Heads, Carolina tails, California
We
Get out of the way fat man. You got something to do
Go fill up your hands till they're shining up at you.
You gotta get out while there's gold in
Get out of the way fat man. You got something to do
Go fill up your hands till they're shining up at you.
You gotta get out while there's gold in
It feels like I'm walkin' on air
When we walk down our street
When the neighbors stop to watch us walk by
You can hear 'em talking (let them talk)
Well, I don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way
I know Jesus loves
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
'Cause you're gonna nee-ee-ee-eed
A lovin' daddy's help some day-ay
And you are goin' to be sorry
little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
Cause you're gonna nee-ee-ee-eed
A lovin' daddy's help some day-ay
And you are goin' to be sorry
you should want to be better than everyone
They they say,you're never good enough anyway
Better get down on your knees boy
Better pray to our god
a state of mind, ooh.
If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really don't care, really don't
Mind tripper
Dance sister
That ain't no way to change your past
Just get your head out of your ass
It'll set you free
That shit comes down for
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