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Heard you landed in Tulsa while he slipped away Is that the reason your fleeing the fields we hauled hay? Heat this July or the dark last December Look
4 and 21 crows None go south For the supper when a punk goes out Checkerboard of mothballed death-forms Hauled via vaudeville canes And encased
money, On Moonshine. So I hauled my load, Into Knoxville Town, I met me a gal, And we knocked around, But them Knoxville girls, Can't leave
shame Henry nearly killed me, 'Fore they hauled his ass in jail Slapped me right across my face With a flour sack full o' nails Nearly broke my
the years Somebody turned your head And took my love so far away from me Yeah, he hauled you off to Boulder Where the air gets much colder Than this
Tulsa while he slipped away Is that the reason your fleeing the fields we hauled hay? Heat this July or the dark last December Look in my eyes and you
And she'd curse and shout and as she hauled him out He'd say with a sheepish grin: Chorus: I've sailed the southern oceans And the stormy northern sea, But
We will have uses for these things when we come Cracks in the marble you hauled in from the quarry These will be seen by all in all their glory
And I got a damn question, why the city ain't pissed off? When I know yall heard shots and little lady got hauled off yall, yeah [Chorus] I don't
tenderness? Beautiful You little wonder, you" Maybe then I held your hand and kissed you I know once I just hauled off and hit you 'Cause I can't even
Keel-hauled twenty-one to nothing I'll stay next to the steel coal oven 'cause She's my man And we got all the balls we need When you taste that pavement
arrested me She was the wildest thing I'd ever seen The way she pointed that shotgun at me The police hauled my ass off to jail Your mama signed
Well I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in askin' Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away Well sometimes we'd float right down the Green River
I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car, But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar. I know how to work and how ta have fun, I'm
In dreaming dreams in a roll away bed Writing down your memoirs on some window in the frost Roulette eyes reflecting another morning lost Hauled
and Hauled out of that place right there I tell you i ain't stupid That's right that's right
hauled it You know Fatt, he 'bout it, matter fact, reroute it 'Fore I send them bullets flyin', crashin' like I killed the pilot They gon' have
the headrest wit somethin' bout Marion carry on I be turnin' heads everytime when you see in the Chevy man she carstruck And I'm far from hauled up supp
lickin' Crisco off of his thighs They hauled him away in a double wide What a sad, sad way to die, hey hey hey! Santa's he's a big fat fuck Went
DAN's body in the trunk and hauled ass out of town But somewhere just past the middle of nowhere the fuel pump blew And the oil pump too, and the piston
was feeling just Like moses looking on the promise land well they hauled me back to Houston put Me in the jail where my momma started crying my daddy
In dreaming dreams in a roll away bed Writing down your memoirs on some window in the frost Roulette eyes reflecting another morning lost Hauled
and saved blood from every hand When a full-rigged ship hauled into view on the Banks of Newfoundland When they took us from our wrecked ship we were more
neck like I got me a jeweler Big old respect, talkin' Telly and Boosie And my thug nigga hauled off and loose it This shit fucked up This Christmas
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