She called me up this morning Said there's something you should know There's a job back home in Boston And I think I'm gonna go My parents are in Cambridge And I've got some old friends there I know y
He had plastic bags wrapped round his shoes. He was covered with the evening news. Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands. The bank sign was flashing five below, It was freezing rain an' spittin'
Raymond's in his Sunday best, He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease. There's the Martin's walkin' in, With that mean little freckle-faced kid, Who broke a window last week. Sweet Miss Betty l
I've had big dreams come true and I believe in Angels although I can't see them They're watching over everything I do Ain't no easy street around the bend on my road No pot of gold at the end of my r
Am I a believer in what the Good Book's all about Am I a good ole boy hangin' at the ole hang out Am I a drinker of a cold one now and then You Bet I am Am I proud of how I've been raised Am I gettin
A little bit of guitar; a little bit of truck. A little bit of hound-dog an' a little bit of luck. A little bit of bacon, a little bit of beans; A little bit of you lovin' up on me. A little bit of ho
I'm the son of a third generation farmer I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter I'm a God fearin' hard workin' combine driver Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower Chug a lug a luggin
(Craig Morgan/Steve Dean/Wil Nance) If you hear a voice a-whistlin' Outside your window baby It ain't a robin or a bluebird, it's me If the postman brings a package With big hearts on the wrapper And
To bitter from sweet Like liquid to concrete It's tough to digest Life rips through your chest And just takes a heartbeat You can't check your pain Aboard the shame train And maybe I'm out of line Bu
To bitter from sweet Like liquid to concrete It's tough to digest Life rips through your chest And just takes a heartbeat You can't check your pain Aboard the shame train And maybe I'm out of
Bad Boys Come out and play You know we had to do a remix, right Uh, uh Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way Ski mask way, nigga ransom notes Far from
Troublesome nigga Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96 Westside Let it be known nigga the boss of all bosses Makaveli hahaha Menacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon Making niggas die, witnessin' breath
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