Lyrics:
back to the dust where you started
Jenny cut her teeth in a midwest shack
as a shantytown girl on the wrong end of the tracks
her mama taught her
to the wayward wind
In a lonely shack by a railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound
Made me a slave to my wand'ring
They say a man's home is his castle
He's like a king on a throne
It may be a shack down alongside of track
But everything in it's his own
So
homeless
I'm living in a car drive back in the alley
but I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally
line after line
ruff is the time
My life is in a bomb
cousin gave me his hand-me-downs
This ain't no happy Shirley Temple talleistic crap
This here is serious more Realistic than Radio Shack
Observe as I
called you back you told me back up me and you
and stretch could shack up
the thug luv back up the act up
? callen for us cause they know we all
Tobacco Road
I Grew up in a rusty shack
All I ever owned babe
Was hangin' on my back
Lord above know
How much I loathe
This mean ol' place called
I was born in a trunk
Mother died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a dusty shack
In a lonely shack by a railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound
Made me a slave to my wand'ring ways
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
settle down by the railroad track
And lead the life of Riley in a beaten down shack
And when I hear the whistle I can peep through the crack
And see
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep
rack up - put your whole shack up
Just choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up
This is the wiz, but the mike's not his, it's mine
I was born in a trunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die alone
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Growin' up rusty shack
All I
shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
We kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer
Ray's dad's Cadillac
Ray's dad's Cadillac
Ray's dad's Cadillac
Rollin' past the rink
Past the record shack
Pink fins in the falling rain
BORN TO BOOGIE
WRITERS JASON ELGIN, TOM FULLER
I was born in a shack in West Tennessee
I picked that cotton down upon my knees
The sun got hotter
In a lonely shack by a railroad track
He spent his younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward-bound
Made him a slave to his wand'rin ways
gotta work all day
And it isn't very fun
I'm Rack!
I'm Shack!
I'm Benny!
We work here in the plant
We'd like to take a break
For goodness' sake
But Mr.
in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked
Hondas, we go out with a bang
Early 2000s, Murder Inc was a shack
We was sailing bullets, got no knives
Nigga we was charismatic on these corners like
the back of a derelict shack
Ain't looking for a mad showdown
But he was smart, he'd already checked
A week in advance I'd paid down
Well, the hotel
One
Two
One, two, three!
Hey, hey!
She got a shack
Floating down the Pontchartrain
With the water rolling in
We gotta swim
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