Lyrics:
passin' through
And daddy got on board
And we ain't seen him no more
I wonder why trains make me lonesome
It happens every time that engine moan's
happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja started
Our love affair was meant to be
It's me for you dear, and you for me
We'll fuss, we'll quarrel and tears start to brew
But after the tears our
happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja started
for Tony (Tony)
Ooh-ooh, I could've been in love by now
If it wasn't for Tony, oh (Tony)
Me and Tony don't speak no more
It almost been a week, oh
in school
She was hot as Alabama in June
Wasn't long before I was knockin' on her door
And we were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always
tastes
And damn, I love my Nascar race
Any song sung by George Strait
Is country at it's best
Yes, I love good cold beer
And mustard on my fries
I
home, to stay
It wasn't on a Sunday
(Monday and Tuesday went by)
It wasn't on a Tuesday afternoon
(all i could do was cry)
But i made a promise
That
way
And coming back to you,Omaha
[Verse 1]
Omaha,Nebraska wasn't good enough for me
I always thought i was the roamin' kind
With a pocket full
an attack
This bitch tried escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for
child a time or two
It's not like I woke up one morning
Decided I would just go
Get humbled by the fall
Humbled, humbled
I wasn't the first one
for Tony (Tony)
Ooh-ooh, I could've been in love by now
If it wasn't for Tony, oh (Tony)
Me and Tony don't speak no more
It almost been a week, oh
said "Ooh, ooee!" Sure was a tragic tale
(Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it!)
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years
let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar
it's gonna be
since you left
I've been smoking, oh
More than twenty a day
Blame it on rebellion
Don't blame it on me
Wish I was younger
Back to the nineteenth
pulls her man around by the apron strings
If it wasn't for powder or that store-brought hair
That man of mine he wouldn't go nowhere nowhere
I got
Ernest Tubb or George D Hay Wes Rose and here's to Hank
I used to sit around at night with my old beat up guitar
And I'd wonder how it felt to be a country
Written by George Clinton
Lead vocals by James Young
you come to me girl
tears are in your eyes
your head's bowed in sorrow
you whisper your
awkward
Why did you let me do it?
I made it, I make it awkward (hey, hey)
We wasn't ready for it (hey, hey)
But can we still love on each other?
Can
a foregone conclusion
It wasn't so bad, I wasn't that sick
Got taken by love, I wasn't that quick
Foregone conclusion
It's gonna be different after tonight
It's like, it's like, it's like)
I wanna dance to me
When I go to the club (like, like, it's like, it's like, it's like)
I wanna dance to me
When I
Here's to the people who gave me life
And then showed me how to live it
And taught me that you measure love
By how freely you can give it
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
It was given to me by my father, she said
It was given to me
She took the back way home
Passed the lights and the Summerhill
Turned left onto
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