Lyrics:
Daniel Wood

my raising, I say, ?Hey y'all? and ?Yee-haw? And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels

of daniel, revelation dreams Hebrew kings choppin off the eagle wings Second excellence, no more, sex, lies, drugs and pestilence My evidence, my own testament, written on wood

(daniel dale johnston) In clusters we move through a farm Somewhere far off the thunder roaring And the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on

bars, no bras, wet leotards in the making, next album Blood On Chef's Apron Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, catch the book of Daniel

little recipe Now, his name?s on a million labels You can see it on a billboard sign Got a lot of good ol? buddies But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine

SUNDAY Sing it, sista! IT'S SUNDAY SUNDAY! MORNING! SO MAKE A SOLOIST & CHURCH LADIES JOYFUL NOISE SOLOIST UNTO THE LORD! SOLOIST WHEN THE KING THREW DANIEL

That her hair was falling down from the building that day The silvery ball was down by the bridge And she used to take pills in the woods where she

back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and

little recipe Now his name?s on a million labels And you can see it on a billboard sign Got a lot of good ol? buddys But Jack Daniels is a friend of