Lyrics:
the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too
fingers waited on the down beat
Conley was the master, the undisputed king
He'd ruled the town for thirty years
With an army of six strings
[Chorus]
Now approaching Planet Hollyweird
Planet Hollyweird now approaching
Taz Conley
Red Licorice
Stop playing with them
Stand clear of the doors please
count down every mile
Til the station out of Tulsa came in clear
It was old Thomas Conley on the radio
It punched me in the gut, man, it rattled my soul
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Good artists copy great artists steal
now (what about that?)
I wanna hear some Arthur Conley
Well, what about Edwin Starr?
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
Come around you rovin' gamblers and a story I will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well
His name was Will O' Conley and he
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