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Intro

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version

1995

let me introduce myself my name is Mr. Russell Jones 
Excuse me for that one I had to let that one low ah
And tonight, you're going to see that you

Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine

ARRANGEMENTS: CHRIS WORSEY
VIOLINS: WARREN ZIELINSKI, RICHARD GEORGE, PATRICK KIERNAN, JON EVANS-JONES, EMMA SMITH, RICK KOSTER, EMIL CHAKALOV, 
OLI LANGFORD,

WARREN ZIELINSKI, RICHARD GEORGE, PATRICK KIERNAN, 
JON EVANS-JONES, EMMA SMITH, RICK KOSTER, EMIL CHAKALOV, 
OLI LANGFORD, LAURA MALHUISH
VIOLA: REIAD

STRINGS
STRING ARRANGEMENTS: CHRIS WORSEY
VIOLINS: WARREN ZIELINSKI, RICHARD GEORGE, PATRICK KIERNAN, JON EVANS-JONES, EMMA SMITH, RICK KOSTER, EMIL

wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt

When you kiss my lips at the ER tonight
Serenade me with your memories of sad songs
Wouldn't poor George Jones just drop dead at the sigh
Of our fingers

and a little old George Jones
Man when she says these words it really puts me in the zone

She says drive a little faster then i ask her
What shes doing later

And still get they salary paid by
The same community
And they do it without no shame
And go get all this dirty information
Just to defame
RIP
George Floyd

and you
I did me...feces one and two
I Linked wit jizz Jones over blu moons
Got Blessed with some fuego beats by lord doom
I never did mushrooms..y'all got

AND OLE GEORGE JONES
YA SKIP MY SONG I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR PHONE
Chorus:
YA SEE THE SAME OLF THING AIN'T NOTHIN' GONNA CHANGE
THE SEVEN SHOTS ARE GONNA NUMB

tour, man
Name's not George, but man are all Forman
You don't want war, man
Are you really sure, man?
Big right uppercut that'll make his jaw hang
Ref

"Copperhead Road" yeah

Ridin' on them backroads
Tokin' on that good smoke
Radio is blastin' old George Jones

bringing Down her truck and
Always goes to church every Sunday,
That's how you know
She's country made
Yeah, she loves the rodeo
Hank Williams George Jones

Rip George Floyd
But women
Rip Breonna Taylor
Trans people
Rip Tony McDade
And Children too
RIP 7 year old Aiyana Stanley-Jones
Killed by SWAT
Yo this

I don't put much stock in best laid plans
I like living my life by the seat of my pants
My hair on fire, I'm out in the night
Kicking my heels till

sounds
That country's ever known
Ole Hank and Randy, Johnny Cash, and a whole lot a George Jones
And it sounded good, but it wasn't me
So I decided

storie taggo Vegas Jones, ci reposta Boston George
Puertosol (ssole)
Mi risveglio in un posto col sole
Anzi no fra è un posto migliore
(Pah-ph Pah pah pah)

Durban
You're in my soul now Durban
Part of me now Durban

The dust and diesel haze
Along the toll highways
Where beggar traders stop
By Traffic light

She's on a plane and I'm on the whiskey 

Fill that jukebox up with quarters
Let's rock both them Georges, Jones and Strait and man
I bet it makes my

the crowd
In them darn little bars rubbin elbows
With who knows who, well nobody knows
Was that Luke or Vince, George Jones or Strait
Waiting their turn

There's been a deep connection since our very first date
Through our microchip implanted by Bill Gates
You can feel above us, it's in the air

hundred trucks
There’ll be skinny dippin’, beer drinkin’, smokin’ fat ones
I think I hear Willy, George Jones or Hank
Buddy, make them guitars twang

Repeat

Ooooooooooo and how about some George Jones

Oooo yeah
Yeah how 'bout the Stones
Oh how 'bout the stones