Lyrics:
Long long time ago,
Before the wind, before the snow
Lived an old and aging man who lost his friend He carried by his side
All the things he
and good clean fun
That's my kind of country
Roots run deep as they come
In my kind of country
I'm from the old school
Live by the golden rule
Ain't
I'll laugh at the widow
Then my man stoupe blast through the window
Foul when I was young but I survived karma
Drop bombs like a be -25 on ya
Yeah,
It was 14 hours for I left my bed this morning
Seems I lost everything I had much without warning
More the man than I would have found time for
knocked and snitched too ya bitch knew time you faced you didn't hide the safe now she's fuckin in your fly estate by the fireplace my shine stay laced mind
nothing winding me sometimes I felt so old
Like a man who lived for too long
A hundred Years... I surrender to my fears
A thousand Years... Whish I could
the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our
years
That was the time of the flower-power
But underneath
We had a fear of flying
Of growing old
A fear of slowly dying
We took our chance
Like we
the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
to let the world know
That bebop and skattin' was an old school flow
Callaway was a dope MC, you didn't know?
Now that the years gone by some will try
I didn't understand it
I didn't even try
I just slammed the window and watched the icy fly by
Same converstaion
Same stony ground
Ears where your
Once upon a time, in churches of old
The Velcro age had yet to unfold
Flannel was king and Sunday School knew
How to make those Bible heroes,
"you stay in school."
Know what I told him? Go suck a dick you old fool
What's on my mind is a little honky called me daddy
You want to find him? Take
to outrun the sun
Take my own life in my hands
Fearing God but never man
Take my ancient hand, look me in the eye
Looking past the lines soon you'll see
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
You seem hungry--time for your four basic food groups
Understand the knowledge, wisdom, plus the damn truth
Trapped on the realm bald, the object
With a cloud above her head
here comes rainy Jane.
If she stops you, man, she'll bore you
with that sad refrain.
It's the same old story.
the mapless sky.
Things are getting stupid in my little ol' cage.
Me and fellow man weren't written on the same page,
And the last time I checked this old
to borrow 10 bucks from my old man uh-huh
It ain't no big thing
I Went to a party last Saturday night
I told you that story
It'll be alright.
Uh-huh
And now the hands of time
Are slowing down on this old clock of mine
And it's no secret that we all must die
Sooner or later we've all got to die
There is a man you'll hear about
Most anyplace you go
And his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe
He carries all his money
In
to stack 401k off uh doing this
By the time next years
Up talking nothing less
Remember renting fairgrounds for a show
Remember stressing I was venting
and on, and on
So long, it's time to say goodbye
Barely a man, now locked and loaded for the kill
Seats at the pub shall be denied
Taken by those who
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