A tear ran down his face as she started to leave He said, "Baby, don't do this I'm beggin' you please" What can I say to stop you from walkin' out on
A tear ran down his face As she started to leave He said, Baby, don't do this I'm beggin' you please What can I say to stop you From walkin' out on us
of A. Ho, ho what do you know? Hop in my car and let's go. Well this is a song for America, Home of the red, white, and blue. Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean
of dreams Well you'll never know how nice it seems or just how it really means Oh I'm glad to be oh yes siree where these folks say kinda how you do
you'll live again And the phrases that I rhyme are just the footsteps out of time For the time when I knew you Reuben James Reuben James all the folks
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top reckon they never will Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top dirt's too rocky by far That's why all the folks on
up there among them Clouds Where the cotton's high and the corns're growin' and there ain't no fields to plow I got a letter today it's from the folks
F Baby tatted on the butt, Ok, Still remixin with one of these vixens, I make her ride me like I'm Sea Biscuit Ms Ester Dean you can get it I like a nice
believe I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's who When the life of the trife [Incomprehensible] Who can you believe? May be my folks Craine and Dean
By dean friedman Here's a tip: loose lips don't sink space ships. Count those tiny blips. somebody call the cops. Hale bop she bop Little bo peep, where
fixed Oh, these bad vibes you're giving That's all folks, that's all folks That's all folks, fuck all folks That's all folks, fuck all folks That's all folks
Kamel, corner on the street We goin' to the top, let's do it for Shawna and Jaleek In the beginnin', no one was on Jin's side folks Bar and Amory, whoa
captain ordered him to swallow A thing thereof I shall not name The sailors all grew sick with horror On board the vessel, Martha Jane When nearly dean
a did my time standin' on one feet But see I fucked up royally thought I was slick Them herpes-havin' ass crackers changed my big check to six Times wit' Dean
up a cold one Old Carls Deans a fool but it takes one to know one [Chorus:] Musics playin up and down the block Mostly chirstian blues, country folk
Wanted by the minister Wanted by the dean Wanted by the old folks Wanted by the teens Wanted by the dealers Wanted by the fiends Wanted by the girls in
Thank you, Lord Thank you Early Sunday morning service It's only you that I worship For you I clap my hands and stomp my feet I will, I will yeah A lot of folks
A PLACE IN THE SHADE (Baker Knight) « © '67 Unichappell Music » Now some folks play the whole day long They think they got it made But
