Lyrics:
Gonna search the countryside, and all the haystacks, too
We'll, if you see a new face on a totem pole
If you find a lump in your sugar bowl
Baby,
Gonna search the countryside, and all the haystacks, too
We'll, if you see a new face on a totem pole
If you find a lump in your sugar bowl
Baby,
on its way to Mars
Baby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
Gonna look in the city where the lights are blue
Gonna search the countryside, and all
gone
Nighttime to some, a brief interlude
To others the fear of solitude
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds
Bring the warmth the countryside needs
The countryside was cold and still
There were three crosses upon the hill
Each one wore a burning hood
To hide its rotten heart of wood
And I
heart.
It's not the countryside that appealed to my eyes,
It's the spirit and it captured my mind,
But the things I tried to be made a wreck out of me,
While off in the distance the smoke stacks
Were belching back this city's best answer
And the countryside was pocked
With all of those mail pouch
In the countryside so I went for a ride
But I never stopped thinking about you
Found myself wishing you were there
Just to be with me feel
breathlessly sweet
That's the way it is
When we're together
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Even when we casually roam
Oh, baby
Down by the countryside and back
the clearing with my motor on
Well it's time to get back to the town again
Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside
Well it won't be long before I
us feelin' flat
Out of sight and out of mind
Cruisin' through the countryside we'll never see again
Ain't it lonesome out tonight?
We've been
Saint Nicholas had his fingers crossed
That we would fall in love
It could have been the holiday
The midnight ride upon a sleigh
The countryside all
the big time life
That I can't abide,
Raise my rent,
Tan my hide.
Sweet call of
The countryside,
Go down slow, open wide
I did my time
And it
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
The legend you are about to hear is true
Only the needle should be changed to protect the record
This is the countryside
My name is St. George
There's more, there's more, there's more
There's more besides the joyrides
Little house in the countryside
Understand, learn to demand
It's buried in the countryside
It's hidden in the shells of night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
Plenty of roads to try
1972
1971
One trip
All you get
Is one quick ride
Look around a bit
One quick ride
Through the countryside
Stay
could have happened!
It's your time
Your time
Yesterday is done
See the pretty countryside
Soon enough you're merrily, merrily
Rolling along
is how we ride
We slangin' up the mud, cuttin' through the countryside
Baby, this is how we roll
Yeah this is how we roll (this is how we roll)
is how we ride
We slangin' up the mud, cuttin' through the countryside
Baby, this is how we roll
Yeah this is how we roll (this is how we roll)
drive by your countryside
Stick out your thumb if you need a ride
No one knows just where this road will lead (hey)
Well it's high time you and I got
drive by your countryside
Stick out your thumb if you need a ride
No one knows just where this road will lead (hey)
Well it's high time you and I got
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