Lyrics:
a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
know I'm headed south
So's to meet me by and by
Marie will know I'm headed south
So to meet me by and by
ask why, a just de lifestyle we lead
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we want
You should a know by de style weh you hear a chant
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we
wave goodbye
The carnival's cryin', birds all flyin', south
I take a turn on your mama's street wishin' I could catch a peek
Of you on that front
I met a fan dancer down in south side Birmingham
She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand
She said he's tryin' to save me
But
married her and took her down to New Orleans
Got a little house in the South French Quarter
Got a job tookin' bales load them on steamboat
I give
I met a fan dancer down in south side Birmingham
She was running from a fat man selling salvation
In his hand, she said, he's tryin' to save me
But
She waited by the moon
She was sick with fear and cold
She felt too old for all of this
Of course she never showed
She lugged her suitcase to the bus
down
But she won't and I didn't by now I'm leavin' town
This time tomorrow I'll be gone this time tomorrow I'll be gone
I'll be a datin' those
Talk of circles and punching out
Looking in drawing circles down
Falling up the south marking ground
Talking out of turn drawing circles down
Sittin' by a campfire eatin' old pork and meats
Waitin' on an old slow freight headin' south to New Orleans
They say it's warm and there's a hot
The stranger in yourself?
Don't be afraid to try again
Every one goes south every now and then
You've done it, why can't someone else?
You should know by now
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
SOUTH OF HEAVEN (Slayer Cover)
An Unforseen Future
Nestled Somewhere In Time
Unsuspecting Victims
No Warnings, No Signs
Judgment Day The Second
Guys named Captain are, always characters
Livin' by the water, somewhere in the Americas
South or Central, or some Virgin Island
Barefoot
sustained by unseen hands
I feel the need to sing a song
That wrestles with the divine notion
That blood atones, that death completes
That joy can
I was ridin' number nine
Headin' south from Caroline
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
Got in trouble had to roam
Left my girl and left my home
don't count the miles going by
Knows no lie
Give us the time
And we'll do the crime
Only one place to go
South of the border
Crossing the line
Gods lose their minds
All mortal matter is consumed by their madness
Condemned to live on yet die
To exist outside time
Amid dimming light
What hope
I was ridin' number nine
Headin' south from Caroline
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
Got in trouble, had to roam
Left my gal and left my home
I
'Til it all goes south
'til it all runs out
I'm gonna love you 'til it all goes south
You need a warning sign
"Do not touch after one too many"
You
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
Well the South Coast is
souls
The french hate the Germans, the Germans hate the Poles
Italians hate Yugoslavs, South Africans hate the Dutch
And I don't like anybody very
never really get the chance
Nearly froze to death on Oxford Street
Now we're sitting in the South of France
Talking through the evening
It's good
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