Lyrics:
big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin' kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style go hog wild me oh my oh son
a mere hello)
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
You got me by my neck (a boy is a gun)
That's why these other niggas lame to us
'Cause all these other
John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor
He traveled with a gun in every hand
All along this countryside
He opened a many a door
But he was
John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor
He traveled with a gun in every hand
All along this countryside
He opened a many a door
But he was
have to answer
To any man
And worries has enough
And you can tell by lookin'
This country boy's
Just a happy son of a gun.
He's just a hard
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
Oh, she knows
She takes his hand
And prays the child will understand
At the door, they watch the men go by
In the clothes that daddy wore
John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor
He traveled with a gun in every hand
All along this countryside
He opened a many a door
But he was
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day
And now
had high-top Nikes
I had diamonds in my mouth, and diamonds on my mic
By the time I woke I was singing "I'm on a boat"
'Cause I'm a singer turned
and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodeaux to Fontainbleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Carry the casket
Never mind the gun spray
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
I smell smoke
That comes from a gun
Named extinction
It was a long time ago
Could have happened to anyone
He was struck by a bullet
And he
fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
that death is the way of the gun
They fought side by side, undefeated each time
Speed of their guns were the same
From dark city Kansas to wild
Ill Will ill Will's alive yea Killah Priest
Nasdaq Dow Jones ha ha
Guns for gun streets filled
With rivers of blood
Raised in the PJ's with real
well, Fontainequx, the place is buzzin'
And Kinfolks come to see Yvonne by the dozen
You dress in style, you go hog wild and be gay-o
'Cause I am a son
a man I've grown to hate?
And I can drive you by where I learned to curse
He's got his creased dress whites in an all black hearse
Why's the green more
a ride
By them dirty cold operator gun thugs
That roamed from town to town
A-shooting down the union men
Where e'er they may be found
Harry Simms was
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