Lyrics:
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, tonight I hit every doggone joint in town
And while my bottle keeps a-talkin' to me it don't need you around
But tomorrow ain't gonna hold me
On the color of the evening sky
But our ships have come home
And the night's rolling in
And our time is passing us by
But cast us adrift
And cross a few stars
And everyone to cross your path
Is looking for their other half
And all the stars I fail to see
Are all the boys and girls for me
So take your partner by
As I was driving home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bumming all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out:
the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
Well I had an old cow and she slobbered so bad
I spent all my money that I ever had
I went
Summer journeys to Niag'ra
And to other places aggra-
vate all our cares.
We'll save our fares;
I've a cozy little flat in
What is known
Once I knowed a guitar picker, lived his life on wine and liquor
Runnin' around in one of them new machines
He was about the proudest feelin',
Summer journeys to Niag'ra
And to other places aggra-
vate all our cares.
We'll save our fares;
I've a cozy little flat in
What is known
While I'm out ramblin' in the West?
Don't go to drinkin' or to gamblin'
Don't go there, your sorrows to drown
That hard-liquor place is a low-down
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
me so well, that I grabbed that gold
I left his dead ass there by the side of the road, yeah
to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She
Mike Willy, Zaydiggy
It's Gucci
Burr
Go
I get so much cash in Vegas, I feel like I'm Elvis (wow)
I just bought a new Ferrari, it came with
on the mic looking so damn pretty
Served by me well it must feel shitty
Weird thing to say here it goes tough titty
I've got my rhymes in a pitcher and it's
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
dee
Talkin' bout you and me and the games people play oh now
Well we make one another cry break a heart then we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and we
Well the street lights shine
Down on Blessing Avenue
Lovers they walk by
Holdin' hands two by two
A breeze crosses the porch
Bicycle spokes
(This song is by Ray Wylie Hubbard)
He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he's not responsible for what he's
Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Said: "Steve, you're way behind time
"This is not 38, this is ol' 97
"Put her into Spencer
bags too
I think you should know you can get wacked too
Pinkie ring splash like a swimmin' pool
King Pluto, might as well nail me to the cross
All I
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
on time
Well he turned around and said to his fireman shovel in a little more coal
And when we cross this big White Mountain we'll watch old 97 roll
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(This song is by Ray Wylie Hubbard)
He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he's not responsible for what he's
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