Lyrics:
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
Tom spends his time in the cornfields
Surveying the land on his four wheels
He tends to his crop so freely
Shucking his corn quickly and cleanly
He
South Memphis Yards on
A fly rain been
A fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan that the
Man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Give me some George, I need my Jones
Old time country's stuck in my bones
Nothing's as awesome
As a song by the 'Possum
Give me some George, I need
Brummell of Cats
And we're all of us proud to
Be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white
Bustopher Jones in white
Bustopher Jones in white spats
So,
Takes him by the hand
Ob la-di, ob la da, life goes on, brah
La la how their life goes on
Ob la-di, ob la da, life goes on, brah
La la how their life
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm downin booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time
And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of old Tom Joad
Now
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
A long time ago
In a town in Tennessee
There lived a man
And he was brave as he could be
By the sweat of his brow
He earned fortune
the man known as Jambalaya Jones
Wife beaters, cookie eaters, man cheaters, Tom Steeters
Men of all sizes and shapes; he did not discriminate
Black, white,
And who would steal the candy from a laughing cub's mouth
She's turning cubs to stone so you better watch out
Widder Jones goes jumping in again
Three
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
passin' um by
The tension mounds
Now he's number two
All out of rubba
And runnin on fuse
He's door to door
Outta time for
He sees those checkers
on by the time I got back
Down in the old abandoned mine sweet Sue was a havin' fits
That villain said gimme the deed to your ranch or I'll blow you all
on by the time I got back
Down in the old abandoned mine sweet Sue was a havin' fits
That villain said gimme the deed to your ranch or I'll blow you all
His whereabouts
To most are still unknown
He's really done it this time
He's got us split down the line
As he turns to run away
He gets hit by
No can know
Time, time flies, flies
Time flies by
Flies, flies, time flies
Time goes by
Time goes by, time goes slowly
Time goes by, time flies by
No can know
Time, time flies, flies
Time flies by
Flies, flies, time flies
Time goes by
Time goes by, time goes slowly
Time goes by, time flies by
By the time you gettin' out you gon' have a grandson
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you
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