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can hear a horn up comes an automobile When I open the door Girl it’s you at the wheel What are you doing in my dream I thought I gave you up a long
rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill One day she decided she'd go for a ride With a pistol and a sword by her side She rode right up to my front door
have no names And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America How are you? Say don't
have no names And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America How are you? Say don't
she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley) With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley) She rolled right up to my front door (hey Bo
names And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm
names, Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Good morning America how are you? Don't you know me I'm your
the love we had? Does a day go by like a memory? Do you ever try to remember me In an automobile or a crowded bar? Well, I hope you're alright where
names And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm
names, Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. CHORUS: Good morning America how are you? Don't you know me
In Chicago where I live, there's an outfit that'd tow almost anything off the street. They deal mostly with automobile. And we call 'em the Lincoln
could never keep my trousers up I remember days and crazy nights Are there any pirates on this ship? And if they sober up - they'll have us Home by
For your own I'm movin' out of this hospedaje I'm afraid you'll cut me boy Thirty miles by Hundred miles by stinkin' island Por goofiar an'
For your own I'm movin' out of this hospedaje I'm afraid you'll cut me boy Thirty miles by Hundred miles by stinkin' island Por goofiar an'
end Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned Not by the other race, but its own A lot of bullshit records make hits Because of who you know,
Where I come from isn't all that great My automobile is a piece of crap My fashion sense is a little wack And my friends are just as screwy as me
I like to be in america Ok by me in america Everything free in america For a small fee in america I like the city of san juan I know a boat
a ride from an automobile Won't somebody stop and let me ride? Why don't you stop and let me ride? Won't somebody let me ride? I'm movin' on down
I played tag in the auto graveyard I looked up at the radio tower Rag tent by the railroad tracks Concrete poured over steel bridge Pondered my fate
I played tag in the auto graveyard I looked up at the radio tower Rag tent by the railroad tracks Concrete poured over steel bridge Pondered my
the door to meet a fiend by the store And I heard 'so you off touring?' I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score
to the sound properly laid and mixed down By no other than my brother, although from different mother J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover The sound
Ayo planes, trains, automobiles The G500s with the auto-roll wheels Pinot Grigio, got 'em on chill See now, see me ho? I got that deal If you tryna
Put geronimo in jail down south Where he couldn't look A gift horse in the mouth Took old geronimo by storm Ripped off the feathers from his uniform
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