Lyrics:
it'll always be
I thank the good Lord I've got you
In times like these
The rich keep getting richer
The poor barely get by
Farmer Johnson says it's
sky
He said from where he stood
Honey you sure look good
In sunset red and pale moonlight
Later we pulled out the blanket
When we felt
like
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Saying heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good Job
Get 'em up way high
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men
get a good job and be real rich
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job)
Women's liberation
Came creepin' all across the nation
I tell
I love that mountain with those four big heads
I love Velveeta slapped on Wonder bread
I love a commie if he's good and dead, yup
I love America
And Long view twelve miles down,
And the travelers all said
Little East Texas Red
He was the meanest bull around.
If you rode by night or the broad
Miss you most of all
When all those autumn leaves start to fall
Drifting by my window
They come up over the wall
Why does a good thing have to do
and down
My new job is going great, I'm headed for the top
I should be happy but somehow I'm not
Sometimes I think the devil has got me by the sleeve
Oh,
white
And he was like, "I might be in trouble"
He had flashes of the good life
He was like, "Should I jump off this building now or do it
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya
I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'; I feel like tyin'
crying
'Cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch for the party to go
Ah, but you know she'll get by
Because she's living in the love of the common
Other than that, We ain't nothing but good ol' boys
Good ol' boys were all the same
Ain't no way we'll ever change
Mean no harm by the things we do
The world today is such a wicked thing
Fighting going on between the human race
People give good wishes to all their friends
While people just
they belong in the runnel
When I spit all you see is red
Red
I'll leave you snoozing in bed
Bed
By the time you know it, you'll be dead
Bullet thought
Down by the river if you get the shivers, Ill put it around you
Were makin them memories in the moonlight and red wine, vinyl static
Three words, two
And so I became the butt of the joke
I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked
Clearin' the air, I breathed in the smoke
Maybe you ran with
[Ice-T]
How many bullets can your back hold, suckin from the HK
The red dot`s on your dome, from the light ray
Boom bam bust oh shit kid, your
Honey I know you got a good job
Out there making all that dough
They keep late working that overtime
And I don't ever see you no more
Guess your
favorite word, now my ice game is superb
So them hoes be just like, "Burr, burr"
Daddy tryin' hard, but it's easy (huh)
Tighten up on your job, 'cause
America, God bless you if it's good to you
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst
Yesterday I got a call like
From my dog like 101
damn good liars
There were times when we took our chances
There were times we were damn good dancers
Loving you's a dirty job
But somebody's
a whole lot
Hold on to what you got
Tomorrow don't promise a whole lot
Great balls of fire! You work so hard
You break your back to keep your job
Times
care
Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda's hand and they worked out a plan
And it didn't take 'em
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