it's gonna sound just like everybody else's you might as well like singin' the tune everybody writes a war song everybody writes a G chord song everybody
Fishing Song I'm going fishing 'bout a quarter to nine I see my lil lady and she looks so fine aw my lines so tight I figure tonight I'm gonna get a
I see you in the morning You're my color of the rising sky Green sky above as my stone behind is a clearing The opened door's been entered I have found
I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees. We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon grease. I slept with my sister, and she slept with my pa. It
This country tell us that we're down and out Got you thinking that we're through Got to suffer to get us moving Say it's up to me and you Well, look around
with that wanna be your father shit Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G Now that I finally
Yesterday you came to lift me up As light as straw and brittle as a bird Today I weigh less than a shadow on the wall Just one more whisper of a voice
Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out Like a giant juggernaut Happy hours, golden showers On a cruise to freak you out We could fly a helicopter Nothing
As I walk into a night I don't feel my feet touch the ground, And I want to carry on, But I can't see anyone, And take the time, There may be troubles
As I walk into the night I don't feel that my feet have touched the ground And I want to carry on But I can't see anyone who'd take the time There may
One the 1st day of Christmas, my true slut gave to me a virgin so very horny. On the 2nd day, she gave me 2 pecker rubs and a virgin so very horny.
Some friends, you left me hanging In a room with a noose and a chair You told me to stay put And reminded me why I was there Cold-blooded and misguided
This country tells us that we're down and out, Got you thinking that we're through. Got to suffer to get us moving, Say it's up to me and you. Well, look
t a song, you can workout on This a song, you could cook your work on Yeah dog, cook that snow Bag that dro, gon get your do' This ain't a song, you can
Verse 1: Each and every day I will seek Your face My soul is crying out for more I want more of You I won't be satisfied Nor content where I am So I
20 gs man My whole life's nothing but a G thang G, G, G Love those Gs I got 20 gs man My whole life's nothing but a G thang G, G, G Put me on your stereo
a find a place where We can do our, thiiiiing [Warren G:] With' out nobody fuckin' with' us at all Walk with' me now [Verse 1: Warren G] Well it's Frank