Lyrics:
down his tongs
For the single
Meek wants an irrefutable pop song
"I can see a crowd of people singing it, "
He says of his pick
Which they
they do for the Super Bowls
'Cause it's supposed to confuse you hoes
So flows lose you as usual, so juvenile
Two year old when I go to the studio
"Goodbye Dixe" by Corey Smith from the CD "Hard-Headed Fool"
(Whistling Dixie)
Passed an old plantation home off Hwy. 41
Been around since 1850,
Just like a Dixie lullaby
I left home at eighteen
In a hand me down Chevrolet
Packed my mamas goodness and my old man's stubborn ways
It was
were hungry, just barely alive.
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,
(Chorus)
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Shirk
Boom plop
Neptune now his arms extends
while one millions of souls
sit lit in caves of darkness
What ols bark? The dog
mountain? Down by the Sea
Young Abe Lincoln wasn't young no more,
Tired old man when he won the war,
And he dreamed at night of his death by
And he saw his body in a ghastly
a while
My daddy worked hard down at the factory
Nights he went to G.I. school
He didn't know nothin' 'bout the silver spoon
But he lived by the golden
the Dixie Cup aimin' for the doors
That's what's up Back alley, gettin' jumped, life as a close up, that's what's up
Waterguns, Ice Cream Truck, Cruisin'
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
I'm drinking that George Jones
Chase it down with a Wynette song
Burn a little Willie Nelson all night long
Putting Ol' Waylon on
I'm going to get all
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music
Keepin' some joint a jumpin' every night of the week
Lord knows it's hard to keep a dance hall woman
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
all night tryna chase the check
Prolly spent it fast, I need to make it back
M.E.M.P.H.I.S, they could never stop me
Check these lames and pimp this
You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie
You get a shiver in the dark
It's a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie
Kousevit'sky (8) in line
I'd reprimand the Dorsey Band
Right on the Stand
'Cause Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie
(9) of mine
I've golfed with Lee Trevino
Won
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
the funeral on Bourbon Street
A marching jazz band playing Dixie
The smoke in the air smells sweet
Drifting down from the cemetery
To the funeral on Bourbon
Do the old school, I'm from the old school
Don't cross the game they'll take yo' life
Respect the game and you can play all night
If you
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
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