Lyrics:
She's the lady with the fan
When she comes by, hold your man
She made Smoky Joe so ginny
He forgot about his Minnie
She's the lady with the fan
She's the lady with the fan
When she comes by, hold your man
She made Smoky Joe so ginny
He forgot about his Minnie
She's the lady with the fan
groupie bitches, fan hoes
"Nardo, what's her name? Didn't you hit her?"
I don't be knowin' their names, I go by pictures (I go by pictures)
She cryin'
is for my fans, yeah, this is for my fans
I grit my teeth out here in this jungle
Surrounded by truth to see, I know what now this like
It's a gamble
fabeldyr på
Og Riksantikvar'n kjem med vern og peng
For by-fin kultur det er det vi treng
Da gi'n kje Stefan-fan-fan
Tsjudi Madsen
Da gi'n kje Stefan-fan-fan
nigga now don't make it a murder
Too late to talk when the shit hit the fan
Got choppas on deck, more drums than a band
Gun a nigga down, leave 'em where
sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North
Tennessee, the place that I wanna be/ No other I care to see, hey/ Take me back to Tennessee
Alabama, there I know where I am/ There I know where I
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
Sing about sweet home
Way back in Alabama where the dirt roads cut through the woods
And when it rains you can smell the steam off the grass
Even dew on the hood of my
Leaves for Alabam' i'll be right there
I've got my fare
When I see that rusty haired conductor man
I'll grab him by the collar and I'll holler
"Alabam'!
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
remember we took the bus to Kansas City
And then we took the train to Teennessee
And we flew by air to Alabama
yo yo yo Just you and me
You left me one
summertime in southern michigan
splashing through the sand bar
talking by the camp fire
its the simple things in life like when and where
we didnt have no
we never back down
He is the King, and at His Feet we cast crowns
Christ was punished for our sins then lifted up to die
So don't be a fan of Jesus,
parkin' that Wrangler down by the creek
And she climbs out lookin' so good, I can barely speak
I turn up an Alabama song
Pick a spot and wet a line
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
We sing about sweet home
the homemade shine
California bound Alabama behind
Black top and them little white lines
Well Jimmy made his last mistake when he raised that hand
Now
Alabama sweetheart, make it all come true
We'll go strolling side-by-side
Until the moon begins to hide
And then I'll whisper "I love you so!"
This is
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
Alabama rain makes my heart remain
Inspired by your soothing melodies
Desired by the way that you caress me
Renewed to who I'm suppose to be
Alabama rain
over coals
I bent over backwards
For a German woman down in Alabama
What's she trying to do
Snatch me by my hair can't cut my roots
Lord when will she
Hurt so bad she'll change her name
Toss and turn in your big house
Head away from the south
Disappear in Alabama
Daddy's in Mississippi
Calling out
I left home for Alabama Train took me away
I left home for Alabama... to make a little pay
But all there was was cotton so I picked it all the day
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