Lyrics:
Shawnee when you gonna come back
Shawnee when you gonna settle down
We were all talking at the family picnic
Eating fried chicken sitting
Shawnee when you gonna come back
Shawnee when you gonna settle down
We were all talking at the family picnic
Eating fried chicken sitting
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
I'm looking for fans of
Taylor
Sabrina
Olivia
Tate
Taylor
Sabrina
Olivia
Tate
If you like these artists then you'll think my music ate
Taylor
Olivia
the green Ohio Valley
See the Cumberland, the Wabash
On the Tennessee they floated
On great rafts to the Mississippi
And the Cherokee and Shawnee
always be
You and me
Taylor, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
I don't pay attention to the ones who never cared
Find your own direction 'cos there's
that be gettin' paper
This is for them real niggas, this ain't for them fakers
This is for them Taylors, this is for them Taylors
This is for them
Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylors
On my way from
harder than the nails hammered Jesus' hands
He was the one they called Dood
Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden
Well ol' Dood walked down
away
Jane moved in with her ma out on Shawnee Lake
She sighed Ma sometimes my whole life feels like one big mistake
She settled in in a back room time
away
Jane moved in with her ma out on Shawnee Lake
She sighed Ma sometimes my whole life feels like one big mistake
She settled in in a back room time
Had a blowout on the outskirts of Shawnee
Blowout on the outskirts of Shawnee
Couple junkies around, played that Dive bar downtown
Had a Blowout
Bro bro listen to the kids jeremy, I need
I gotta put it down for a
Second it’s beautiful jeremy Scott's design
First of all, thank you Taylor for
If you'll gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee
It
called Dood
Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden
Wore a size seventeen ring, had hands like a bear
And if he got 'em on you, he's taking that
My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor
Jenny oh oh la la
Jenny Jenny Taylor
My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor
Jenny oh oh la la
Jenny Jenny Taylor.
Ne le
Stanley A Kesler,William Eugene Taylor
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
Everything Taylor, dumb fuck
I ain't gonna say it again nigga TGOD, huh
It ain't the size of the man
It's the size of the motherfuckin plan
You doin?
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of Shawnee
of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
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