Lyrics:
West by God, West by God Virginia
Where the country roads and mountains are magical
It's a part of me, it's the heart of me
It's West by God, West by God
of
I should have never left Texas
No I should have never left Texas
Those are my kind of people
My kind of roots
And nobody laughs at my hat or boots
I
us tramps that march
Out in our street
Protesting those who wanna fight for freedom
My friend
This kind of leader makes our country weak
Now, ain't I
me once I get goin'
Put a can in my hand, man, I'm wide ass open
The tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb
By half-past-ten, I'm half past
I was raised up on tradition
Just south of Mason-Dixon
Yeah I knew all my neighbors by name
If it needs getting done, it's gonna
I got that from my
high life's, heavy on the coors light
Sippin' on moonshine throwing back Ballentines
Moscow muling it titos on my lips
c Dirty blonde by the pool
the journey long
But in that wild country, our hearts grew strong
Up in San Bernardino, by the old oak tree
We found our fortune and claimed it free
Through
people are dying
And, like, I watched my country burn, I deadass watched my country-
When I was ten years old a man on the internet told me I had pornstar
a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't
creature on the face of the earth. phooey on you!
S like you would be nothing without me and my kind! we are the future, harry! not you! we don't need you
and I worked my way up by hard
Work. I ain't never got nowhere yet but I got there by
Hard work.
Work of the hardest kind. I been down and I been out
that I can't talk to no hoes
And goddamn, it's making me horny, fuck
I don't know what- to do with my life
A life without girls, ain't no kind of life
heart
Amarillo by morning always makes her wanna sing
That girl is hard core, back porch
Yeah my country kind of thing
Likes wearin' leather in sweater
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
to him.)
PILATE
I will not have my fwends widiculed by the common soldiewy.
(He walks slowly towards the other GUARDS.)
PILATE
Now ... anyone else feel
Sittin' in the bayou country,
Just me and my fishin' line
I raised a lot of hell and I hollered,
Sippin' on that Georgia moonshine
Well, I know
remain for middle I swear they nearly wan for crush me
By my left Dagger for neck
By my right Pistol for my belle Ey
I remain eselle
They say porté fe I
coupe carriage with a white horse
Purring at night love the sound when it ride sports
BRED gang everything what we live by boy
Rifle on my side, at night
I picked up my guitar
And I started to pander a little bit
I looked at her and her river blue eyes
And I thought man this woman's one of a kind
So I
Yeehaw
Welcome to the farm here out in the country
Where the banjos are playing and the killers are runnin' free
I'm Enduring them pallets that're
Freezing
Rotting dead city
Buried by war
Empty
Inhabited by
A splitting of sides
Warfare
Spread through two factions of
Bandits and mercs
Mutants
(Illuminate me)
And I'll walk another country mile
I'll see another star
The poplars, and willows, and birds pass me by
The mould of the earth
Keynes
They cleaned it up real good
It's empty where he once stood
Out of sight, out of mind
'Cause it's not my job in this country to be kind
Out
heights, a little
I been feeling kind of nice I, admit it
Dancing in the darkest of places but now it ain't a thing
My shit bang like Tom drums
Cause I been
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