Lyrics:
Bleed Country
Janes/Mack/Swinimer - cugust 17. 2021
Verse 1
We all bleed county
We all bleed county
Hey check this out,
I used to catch my self
for his scratch or his shoes
It's life in the county and the county gives plenty blues
One point for the black guys
They rolled him up, swelled
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars
But it's so hard to make cheese especially
If you ain't got
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars
But it's so hard to make cheese especially
If you ain't
a loft for watching 'em stars
Falling right out of the clear blue collar sky
Yeah just lovin' this life
On the dirt road side of the county line
Ain't
(Forty get to knocking on beat
Call it Wavy Tre)
Nigga, that's my boy
We was thugging on that county ride
My brother lost his heart
Couldn't feel
stampeding metal ponies leaving smoke along the way
Going back to paniolo county
Stars at night, no city lights
Paniolo country, my home on the range
I
the shine that
Will be bringing in the bounty
Saturday night in Hickman County
At the beer joint on the black
Top country music's playing steady
means to be a 305 representer
I started this shit (He's back) now watch me
That's dem Miami boyz
With them dade county face
Movin weight, we dem boyz
I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in
life, uh
Livin' on the county line
(Ooh, ooh, oh)
Livin' on the county line
Grandma smokin' cigarettes, she just got out of jail, uh
Grandpa got
I was sittin' beside the road in Black Jack County.
Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty,
For men like me that hadn't got a penny to their
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars
But it's so hard to make cheese especially
If you ain't got
Come on and write, write, write me a letter
Send that letter by mail
Send that letter in care of
The Tupelo County Jail
Wish me the best of luck,
I grew up in Osage County
Near the Tulsa County line
Out west of town near the reservoir
Among the newly planted pines
I left home when I was younger
Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more
Since they ain't got no room in the county hole
Gonna get wild
In the county jail I'm straight catchin hell
Facin strikin 3, goin crazy in my jail cell
Goddamn, I'm thinkin through
They tryna hit me 25 for
the county
I see killaz goin' to the row
It was a riot kickin off early up in the dorm next door
I'm up in the 9500 where the shankin' is on
If you up in
for watching them stars
Falling right out of the clear blue collar sky
Yeah, just lovin' this life
On the dirt road side of the county line
Ain't
for watching them stars
Falling right out of the clear blue collar sky
Yeah, just lovin' this life
On the dirt road side of the county line
Ain't
to wear
And there's a drink that we're all needing
A need to weep but we have tried
And though the clouds we keep on seeding
Still the county remains
And the lights of L.A. County
Look like diamonds in the sky
When you're driving through the hours
With an old friend at your side
One year later I left
and stars above
I'm falling head over heels in love
With a pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone.
There's cute little girls in old Strabane
hardly see
And she's going home forever to Weenen County
Uhamba njalo wemashabala
Ukhumbula ku-phi?
Uhamba njalo wemashabala
Ukhumbula ku-phi wena?
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