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If You're Gonna Play In Texas (You Gotta Have A Fiddle In The B And)

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ALABAMA LYRICS If You're Gonna Play In Texas (You Gotta Have A Fiddle In The Band) (Dan Mitchell/Murray Kellum) If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot but not for Louisiana Man So rosin up that bow for Faded Love and let's all dance If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band I remember down in Houston we were puttin' on a show When a cowboy in the back stood up and yelled, Cotton-Eyed Joe ! He said, We love what you're doin', boys don't get us wrong There's just somethin' missin' in your song If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot but not for Louisiana Man So rosin up that bow for Faded Love and let's all dance If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band So we dusted off our boots and put our cowboy hats on straight Them Texans raised the roof when Jeff opened up his case You say y'all all wanna two-step You say ya wanna doe-si-doe Well, here's your fiddlin' song before we go If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot but not for Louisiana Man So rosin up that bow for Faded Love and let's all dance If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot but not for Louisiana Man So rosin up that bow for Faded Love and let's all dance If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band

One Man Band

JACK SAVORETTI "Between The Minds"
Gotta get my stuff together I'm heading out Gotta do the things that I've been speaking 'bout Gotta show the world the difference between right and wrong Yes I gotta make myself a living writing songs I'm just a lonely singer on a lonely road This is the life that I chose I give it more So much more than what I've got Everything you think I am I am not 'Cause I'm just a one man traveling band Writing down poems on the back of my hand I'm hoping you will understand me I've come a long way I've given up the cocaine Looking for a chance to play a couple songs that I wrote along the way I never thought that I would ever learn guitar That I'd be the man on stage No Never thought that I would get to see the world Love and miss the band everyday But I headed out to California for margaritas by the pool And the house of a good old friend of mine I knew way back in school Just a box of wood Six strings This guitar I've played in bedrooms and still play in bars On city streets with pennies at my feet And you know I'll play for money I will play for free 'Cause I'm just a one man traveling band Writing down poems on the back of my hand I'm hoping you will understand me I've come a long way I've given up the cocaine Looking for a chance to play a couple songs that I wrote along the way I never thought that I would ever learn guitar That I'd be the man on stage No Never thought that I would get to see the world Love and miss the band everyday But I headed out to California for margaritas by the pool And the house of a good old friend of mine I knew way back in school Yes

Rancho Deluxe End Title

JIMMY BUFFETT "Rancho Deluxe Original Motion Picture Soundtrack"
Rancho Deluxe End Title By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Cold blue morning, the game is done Nobody lost and nobody won So shuffle the cards up, play it again Really don't matter, if we lose or still win Yeah we gotta try and find a way Bouncin' around the mountains day to day Oh crazy mountain, they named you well White men and red men, stories that we heard tell You're so mellow from your timber wine From your sweet grass foothills, to your timberline Ah yeah we gotta try and find a way Gonna laugh, we're gonna drink, we're gonna play Oh bouncin' around the mountains day to day

Stressed Out

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Anthology"
Intro/Chorus: Faith Evans I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out When you're face to face with your adversity I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out We're gonna make this thing work out eventually Verse One: Consequence, Q-Tip Yo I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game (What's your name?) Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames (And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend Don't stress that cause it's not in your bloodstream Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember Shatan got you caught in the storms of December And brothers on the block packin nines like September Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender Yo I be on the avenue where they be actin brand new I'm splurgin on these Reebok joints for shorty boo All of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontin Talkin out they joints but they wasn't sayin nuttin My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly (Say word) Yo word up, yo I was tight caught up But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride Because I'm positive it seems that negative dies Yo we was at the dice game makin these cats look silly Flamin, steady runnin off at the Willie I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo' Kept my eyeballs scopin for them pigs po-po I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo' But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo And I was doin it, til I met Ike, Spike, and Mike One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than Sprite Yo I know the feelin, when you feelin like a villain You be havin good thoughts but the evils be revealin and the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt) Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff We gotta hold it down so we can move on past all adversities, so we can get through fast, like that Chorus Verse Two: Consequence You got the N.W.O. (low cash flow) Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who) And crosstown niggaz tryin to (bust at you) Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do) So frame this Kodak black, and vision to my contact with a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked The switch hittin Queens, niggaz liquid sword spittin with raw poppy, and now your first love is krill Your vision of the mil got crept like Hey Lover Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover And all I want is my laceration of the pie to get this whip cream before the water runs dry Niggaz flashdancin yo I don't know why You're sick of snitchin, she got you cruisin to the pokey like Smokey, the stress be tryin to squeeze out a homey While I be tryin to get star status like Shinobi So we can build a dynasty, just like the Toby's And all I want, is the world to know my steez These money hungry niggaz is seven thirty And got me stressed out like these frog MC's Chorus Outro: Faith Evans Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) We gon make it (gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it) We're gonna make it (we gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it) We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww) Don't worry we gon make it (ahahwwww) I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it) C'mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh) We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it) We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it) We've gotta make it (oh yeah) Know we're gonna make it We're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it...

Some How Some Way

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Scarface) [Chorus] (Please believe that) Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some way we gotta make it up out this life [Jay-Z] Weather we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker I don't always want to be this drug dealing Motherfucker damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride Through the sky I Use to play the hall up fifth floor me and my boys we All poor getting high I seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing I received I'm from the dirt I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and Still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn [Chorus] Some how some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday Some how some way I gotta make it up out this life Some way I gotta make it up out this hood someday [Beanie Sigel] [Talking:] To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over Cold young boys light things up All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up Remember Lil' Eddie man how he light mean up Then they wonder why we light green up Back to back steamers trying to relax but I can't I lean up ain't the L or the refer that steam up It's my head stress to the point I get a fever Thinking bout the block and all the mothers and kids That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed'em For the rest of their life fucking wings fried Vegetable rice(gotta be kidding) No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night Our kids eating lunch at night In their beds all bunched in tight No less than three or four(you know how it go) Two by the foot two by the headboard Man I'm getting scared for them (Yeah I know) Thats how I feel for them And we gotta grip the shorties on the block All they do is smoke weed and drink forties Cop their quarties Enough to get the latest ROC, newest glock, and old Jordies [Chorus] Some how some way We gonna make it up out the hood someday Some how some way We gonna make it up out this life Some how some way We gonna make it up out the hood one day Some way we gonna make it up out this life [Scarface] Right here another lil' story bout this click I claimed Another chapter based on how I get that game Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep South-side sunny side Blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul Nigga all got guns Over here we got this poor () get that there We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps Working inside a slump house starving to death Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and Zippers agents snapping your picture neighbors Plotting to get ya Situations is critic I was out here to get it Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute Pumping hard dog Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog Love being willied and your creek gonna rise I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise (Some how some way) (Some how some way) I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise [Chorus] Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life [Whistling]

Be Yourself

ENRIQUE IGLESIAS "Seven"
Well I am what I am, what i am could be what you are. Is your pain when you smile cos you built a wall around your heart do the thoughts in your head keep you up cause you feel (alone ? unloved?) And are you strong enough to be yourself Papa used to say 'You're just a loser and you're never gonna have what it takes' Mama used to say 'All that loud musice you play ain't gonna get you nowhere' Ah you gottta be yourself. Ah you gotta be yourself. If you cried, would you hide Would you want all the world to know And if you believe in love Would you let it show Are you in, are you hip, are you cool Do you try too hard Or are you strong enough to be yourself Papa used to say 'You're just a loser and you're never gonna have what it takes' Mama used to say 'All that loud musice you play ain't gonna get you nowhere' Papa used to say 'You're just a loser and you're never gonna have what it takes' Mama used to say 'All that loud musice you play ain't gonna get you nowhere' Ah you gottta be yourself. Ah you gotta be yourself. If you can't, can't be yourself you're gonna lose it all. If you can't,can't be yourself what are you living for You're gonna find someday you gotta run away. You gotta run,run,run away. [Chorus]

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