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easy
I'm up in the gulley, that's when I am her Buddy
She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty
Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean

the price
Gulley beat up the case it don't matter the fight
Told my dawg ima ride if its wrong or its right
Ima die bout dis shit im locked in this for life

God time is the best
Be bless
God is my favourite
Stay at the gulley side
Raise vibration

I love friends so friends love me to
I am the shooter
I'm

a box
Wanna go further
Racing to the milli
And singing Hosana
With no fucks given
Yeah
Pardon my manners
Cos we used to the roam gulleys
On fucking okadas

victims of suicide
Would this story fit
If we were to flip the script
If Titi Gulley
Was as white as a sheet
Would you conclude as quickly
There was no

Used to trap in the gulley
Shit we made bags offa that
All we know is rap get money 
That shits funny 
That kids bummy
Chat shit fully
Bro wrap that

Gulley like its Trinidad
Move the bag
Now it's Louis on my bottoms
You'd swear I hit the lotto
But all I hit is models
My baby look mulatto
Mind darker

a gulley, off Myer's Cove
There lived a man, who knew how to grow
He drank moonshine, smoked cigarettes
He wore overalls, and he had the best
I tried if

Paying off blogs I'm stunning yeah
Face card good in the gulley yeah
I done came up a whole hundred yeah
She wanna suck it and fuck it yeah
All in they

BIG BIG MOUNTAINS
(c) JK. Gulley & J. Cowan
NOTHING COMES AS EASY AS WE WISH IT WOULD
BUT THE HARDEST THINGS CAN TURN INTO SOMETHING GOOD
YOU JUST

YOU GIVE MY BLUES A NAME
(c) JK. Gulley & Ron Heacock
NIGHT TUMBLES DOWN LIKE A CURTAIN
THAT FALLS ON THE EDGE OF A STAGE
THE HISTORY THAT WAS SO

NOTHIN' BUT THE BLUES
(c) JK. Gulley & J. Cowan
THAT OLD YELLOW MOON KEEPS CHASING ME DOWN
THIS LONELY CHOKES ME LIKE A NOOSE
I'D GO ALONG WAY FOR

SHOW ME
(c) JK Gulley 2005
Vr1
PROMISES ARE SPOKEN EVERY NIGHT AND DAY
IT'S WHAT YOU DO NOT WHAT YOU SAY
MAYBE I WILL OR MAYBE I WON'T
YOU WANNA

PURGATORY
(c) JK  Gulley & Bruce Madole
I HEARD THE JUDGEMENT 
I'LL DO MY TIME 
SOMETIMES THE PAIN 
DON'T FIT THE CRIME
YOU BUILT THESE WALLS AROUND

BACK TO YOUR ARMS
(c) JK. Gulley & Michael Kelsh
WHAT DO I DO WHEN THERE'S NO WAY OUT?
TRAPPED BY THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD
I GO BACK TO YOUR ARMS
BACK

Clawson
Keyboards: Johnny Neel (Allman Brothers Band)
Guitar: Brian Davidson
Bass: Dennis Gulley
Drums: Daryl Burgess

MY FATHERS FIELD
 January 1994 J.K. Gulley

IN MY FATHERS FIELD, THAT’S WHERE YOU WILL FIND ME
AT THE END OF THE WINDING ROAD
BY THE SHADE

abbreviation.
The surfaces bending and breaking.
The buttress, gulley and chock-stone,
the snug valleys, the estuaries, the salt flats.
And then the ditches cut