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a little cowpoke?" "Here we go." Ooh yeah. Need a little buckaroo? In your dreams short barrell. Bum chicka bow wow. Oh my God. So the Kung Poo Buck
Buckaroo (Bob Morris) --- Instrumental --- Love's Gonna Live Here (Buck Owens) Oh, the sun's gonna shine in my life once more Love's gonna live
(re-e-e-ed, re-e-e-ed) burning red (yeah) Yeah, yeah (re-e-e-ed, re-e-e-ed) His love was like Driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
Ed Sheeran's number one And Ed Sheerans's number two Ed Sheeran's number three Five, six And seven, eight, nine and ten At four a great new act
Far above the highest heavens On a throne of crystal light Dwells the God of all creation Rays of wonder crown His might Human voices blend with
pound We're gonna roll Can you feel me now with my body? Get down to the sound It's Ed Sheeran in the place And Alonestar rising up We gotta rise up I
Previously on the Grand Ole Opry theater Hi Boys, you looking for these Everybody duck I can't say... I don't care who we offend Shoot low boys
(re-e-e-ed, re-e-e-ed) Yeah, yeah (re-e-e-ed, re-e-e-ed) His love was like Driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
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Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist) You're my favourite artist (Artist)
(re-e-e-ed, re-e-e-ed) Yeah, yeah (re-e-e-ed, re-e-e-ed) His love was like Driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
P! Real artists Fake artists Hot artists Wack artists Hard artists Soft artists I'm addressing all artists I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
Franklin, is it not true that you're not a christian artist But a secular artist posing as a christian artist? Excuse me Mr. Franklin Remcg his work
The artist, however faithful to his Personal vision of reality Becomes the last champion of the Individual mind and sensibility Against an intrusive
and salute him when his birthday comes For Halloween, buy him a trumpet and for Christmas, buy him a gun He's got everything he needs, he's an artist
Well, he swings in a saddle, he's a real gone cat With his Spanish spurs and his buckaroo hat Camps in an old line shack way back in the sticks He
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Tune me in to the wild side of life I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife Take me to the garretts where the artists have died Show me
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