Lyrics:
Jones George He Is My Everything

the arms of my Maker to stay He is my reason for living He is the King of all Kings I long to be His possession He is my everything After the lightning

Translation: Jones, George. He Is My Everything.

shit together, everything's been torn in two Good thing your liver is made of leather, cause we'd all be born in the likes of you George Jones, better

and his yes men don't want it eithaguys He was dissin Magno like he ain't wanna see his people rise Said he was lazy, he's a loser, wasn't gettin cash

he'd make me king of everything, As we watched ten thousand flashing screens. And then the poet turned in to advertise him, Under the sweet little Georgia Jones