Lyrics:
a peace
No other land could know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow
And then into a humble shack I
could know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow
And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear old
the real
Speak the real
It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can`t afford to pass no
the country
Get a touch of the boom
Go back to your shack or your hotel room
Call Mom and Pop says
I'll be home soon
Hanging with the Marleys all
No little shack do you share with me,
We do not flee from the mortgagee,
Nary a care in the world have we,
How can love survive?
You're fond
The time has come once more for us to move on
So pack your things and let's be on our way
This is not the world I promised not this shack so cold
Never thought I'd miss that little old shack where I was born
Never thought I'd miss that little hick town
But then I never thought I'd wander quite
On a rainy, windy morning that's the day that I was born on
In that old sharecroppers one room country shack
They say my mammy left me same day
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 wanderin' ways
He was born and raised on the rough side of town
And people said he never struck a lick
He had sawdust and grease in his beard, and his shack
Was
to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide
don't lie)
Eventually you'll shack those shackles off
(Dreams above those eyes)
(Those eyes)
We can't tell our left from right
But we know we
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
style
You have always been a swinger and now I won't be around
Nashville is a groovy little town
I've got myself a little shack out on ol' hickory lake
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
swims in blood and it's cold stoney dead
It's so hard not to feel ashamed
Of the loving living games we play
Each day
And I'm stuck in a shack
Down
a crown for half a kingdom
For half a town
No geldt-in-my-pelt-jack,
No cash in my shack so tell me the things
That you think I lack
Just what kinda
Lido missed the boat that day he left the shack
But that was all he missed
And he ain't comin' back
At a tombstone bar, in a juke joint car he
don't lie)
Eventually you'll shack those shackles off
(Dreams above those eyes)
(Those eyes)
We can't tell our left from right
But we know we
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
Yeah,
Fall in love.
I don't want to tape you down or shack you up with me,
Or put you where the flowers go or get into your mind.
I'm into you like
Lido missed the boat that day he left the shack
But that was all he missed
And he ain't comin' back
At a tombstone bar, in a juke joint car he
Lido missed the boat that day he left the shack
But that was all he missed
And he ain't comin' back
At a tombstone bar, in a juke joint car he
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