Lyrics:
of coffee friend
Don't give me none of your liquor I don't want no wine
Gotta get that semi down the line I gotta haul a load of grain
Bout three hundred
ahead man, stand on it"
[Chorus]
Bobby was leadin' the pack, he settled back and he got ready for the long haul
Well fifty yards from the finish
I'd rather be a haul collar,
Shooing foot home in style.
Show me where I start.
Find a horse and cart.
I'm just a country boy,
Country boy
DELIRIOUS
I got nailed in a raid last night,
They tried to haul me off to jail.
Things were looking kind of serious
Till everybody got delirious.
Baltimore
Ain't it hard just to live?
Just to live
Get my sister Sandy
And my little brother Ray
Buy a big old wagon
To haul us all away
Live out
and free
You haul right off and you pick on me
And I just don't like this way of livin'
They say the road of love is long
It's rocky and it's rough
And told her mother and dad that she was up and away
I'm gonna travel the continent, a month, maybe two, And haul me home a hus' if it's the last thing I do
dog kickers, ain't they mean? Runnin' kickin' every day that's seen.
How to be a dog kicker, don't need a ticket. Find an old dog. Haul off and kick
does he go? What does he do?
Does he hope he's too small, to poor a haul,
Who'll end up bein' thrown back in the sea?
I'm back in the sea.
Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
Then a lady in a bright orange dress
One you-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
The Tenth Avenue bus
along the way
It's been a long, hard haul on the motorway
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day
(On the road)
The bed and breakfasts
The streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack.
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
them cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and ge t'em up them ramps
'Cause when it comes to moving me
You know you guys are the champs
where I've been an' less tae whaur I'm gan
I've done my share o' humpin' wi' the dockers on the Clyde
I've helpit Buckie trawlers haul their herrin's
to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
Fuck wit' me dog, I chop you up like Norman
and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and
Get'em up them ramps
'Cause when it comes to moving me
You know you guys are the champs
But when that last
haul
How'd we get here so soon?
Did I close my fist around something delicate?
Did I shatter you?
And I'm sitting on a bench in Coney Island
to fill four U-Hauls
More death than World War II caused
Around these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts
Of black corpses in county
walk us uptown
Like some said you could
We will feat on your flesh
And drink down your blood
Will you haul down that flag
And dishonor that vow
Cos
cousin tied the knot,
Didn't know if I'd go or not
But I'm sure glad I did
It was a pretty good haul but worth the drive
I could feel myself come back
chime...
Hail and salute me
Then haul off and boot me...
And get me to the church,
Get me to the church...
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church
Got 'em following, when you see me better haul ass
Keep it G at all costs, whatchu call that
Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that
Certified trap nigga,
Your mama packed y'all up and moved you to the south
Packed a U-Haul cross a one-tree yard to a tin roof shotgun house
You didn't know nobody, didn't
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