Одной несчастной, бедненькой холере. На трудовую вахту встал народ В честь битвы с новоявленною порчей,- Но пасаран, холера не пройдет, Холере - нет
Well I've heard those city singers singin 'bout how they can love Deeper than the oceans, higher than the stars above Well I come from the country and
I wanna make you holler Imagine us together Don't be afraid to play my game Boy don't you hesitate I won't keep waiting for you To come and let me take
Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp O.C. Smith Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
She was standin? there with her big, blue, question mark eyes Sayin, ?Would you stay the night?? And me, I was just seventeen, my very first time But
Your daddy thinks I?m up to no good I?m only doin? what a young man should It?s been thirteen days since I?ve seen your face I can tell, pretty babe,
Don?t mind me, I mean no harm I?m just tryin? to save my Papa?s farm The bank came out and chained the gates ?Cause Papa can?t handle them interest rates
You don't even know what you did, do you, baby? You never looked back when you left You didn't see me, oh, going crazy Pickin' up the pieces all by myself
There are those who wake up every morning Pull the curtains back smilin? at the sun They hold their head high when the rain is pouring Lay down in peace
I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl Cocks his hat to the side in his grandma's ride Pumpin' nothin' but
All of this screamin' Ain't gettin' us nowhere tonight You're dead set on leavin' Both of us tired of the same old fight Your drawers are empty, your
Got the wide open sky in my eyes Got my feet on solid ground They don?t want me to be who I am Here in this place, it?s my daddy?s town Oh, won?t you
Hey, look at all those cowgirls Tearin' down the gravel roads on Saturday night Singing, "Summertime" at the top of their lungs Sippin' Dixie cups of
I still love the smell of mama?s house When something?s cookin? on the stove Still hug her neck when it?s time to go Leavin?s always tough Oh, there?re
Rockets, moon shots Spend it on the have-nots Money, we make it 'Fore we see it, you'll take it Oh, make you wanna holler The way they do my life Make
When you holler baby When you holler at me What you want me to be When you holler baby When you holler at me What you want me to I won't be strong
How come a man can fight and cuss and smoke and drink and chew Step out on their wives and do the things they shouldn't do? But it's all right in the
Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe We can have peace