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Oh, me name is Dick Darby, I'm a cobbler
I served my time at ould camp
Some call me an old agitator
But now I'm resolved to repent

With me
taste it in the morning when I'm waking up
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up
See
Funny thing about the apple
The peach is sweet, but ain't the same
The pear compares, but that's natural
This ain't no cobbler or meringue

You
on
Got no shoes to put on

So off to the cobbler she did go
Fast as she could run
And she bought him a pair of the finest there
And the soldier put them
'Round and 'round the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun
Pop! Goes the weasel

A penny for
homemade baked biscuits,
The land of classical caprices and impala super sports,
Ingredients in this peach cobbler called Georgia,
I love the women out in
enough
Want to taste it in the morning when I'm waking up
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs around my neck so I can't get
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up
See the boys 112 we from the A'
(A' - shorty we don't
out of my own garden
And I made you a peach cobbler, would you slap me out?
Wonder if I gave you diamonds out of my own womb
Would you feel the love
At dark, you ain't gotta hide it
Keep it— metal gear solid
Lead the leaders, that's how you file it
Then clobber it
Low on energy, find peach cobbler
taste it in the morning when I'm waking up
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up
See
out of my own garden
And I made you a peach cobbler, would you slap me out?
Wonder if I gave you diamonds out of my own womb
Would you feel the love
heard mama holler son hurry up
And I was close enough for my own nose to smell fresh cobbler on the stove
And I saw daddy loadin' up the truck
Cane
they bleedin'

I want head from East Nava
I wanna get the Benz at least dropper
Painted peach-cobbler
Want a girl who don't need Prada
She could be
they bleedin'

I want head from East Nava
I wanna get the Benz at least dropper
Painted peach-cobbler
Want a girl who don't need Prada
She could be
Oh, me name is Dick Darby, I'm a cobbler
I served my time at ould camp
Some call me an old agitator
But now I'm resolved to repent

With me
Oh, me name is Dick Darby, I'm a cobbler
I served my time at ould camp
Some call me an old agitator
But now I'm resolved to repent

With me
cursin' boots
Flat bottomed girls and them daisy dukes
They sweeter then momma cobbler
Hold on a minute somethings pullin' on my bobber
I think I got
At dark, you ain't gotta hide it
Keep it— metal gear solid
Lead the leaders, that's how you file it
Then clobber it
Low on energy, find peach cobbler
taste it in the morning when I'm waking up
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up
See
changes during a lifetime
Maybe the cobbler tries a new heel on a boot, crops are rotated
But nothing changes how people are
What they spend their time
More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter
Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want
and what you need, and what you get is two different things
was close enough for my own nose
To smell fresh cobbler on the stove
When I saw daddy loadin' up the truck
Cane poles on the tailgate
Bobbers blowin' in
part of the peach cobbler
But a fruit platter ought to do me better

She put that sugar on my tongue (ooh, ooh)
She's gonna gimme, gimme some (ooh,

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