man in full Thirty years old, torch the bull Ain't givin' shit up but the funk Let these record companies know what the fuck I want 'Cause they been fuckin' black folks
music fit the trend But the simple folks at the opry have got somethin' special And I think that we all could use a lesson or two from them And I want
Jammer, but now I gets down and wreck shit with the Foreign Objects.. Yeah that's right, the Foreign Objects [BROther ?uestion] Ahhh yeah, now two check, two
grow at all on Rocky Top dirt's too rocky by far That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get their corn from a jar Rocky Top you'll always be... [ guitar
two weeks in back pay There's gas in my car And your folks say I must go Marie Marie - I said hey pretty girl . . . Marie Marie Playing guitar on
me wanna holler, Lord, Lord Lord, have mercy to see Won't somebody please help me to see land, Lord I want to play the guitar, come here guitar Somebody
a little place that I know When I wanna hang out Ev'rybody goes But they don't talk about it There's a little place I know Where lovers meet Where folks
be embarrassed You carry no weight, words hold no merit I talk big money, you can't understand it My picture won't fit on yo' cameras Go win two Grammys
Let me tell y'all a story So far fetched it must be true 'Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida One is man enough for two Practiced twelve hours
say, what, you want two-thirds of me to stay outside? I'm a whole person. You can't say, you know, two-thirds of Lauryn, come in here. Only two-thirds
do you remember if she cried a tear or two Is the homesteam still on fire do they still win all their games And by the way did she mention my name [ steel - guitar
We walked the warm streets of Florida with sand in our pockets lots of times Walked the cold streets of New York with two guitars and a tin cup just for
somewhere? Step right up young lady Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortise smile With your old folks
done An ounce of faith and a touch of grace And it can happen to anyone Four boys, lotsa noise, two-car garage Hey, turn those guitars down They couldn
that shit ain't gone work) Get you two or three platinum chains, Big body Benz on thangs ain't gone be the same (nigga, that shit ain't gone work) I'm tired of folks
The evening is dark And you seem so sad Marie, Marie Marie, Marie I got two weeks in back pay There's gas in my car And your folks say I must go Marie
luck too far Baloney again Twenty two years and we've sung the Word Since nineteen thirty one Amen, I say Amen Now the young folk want to praise the Lord With guitar
