ALABAMA lyrics - Southern Star

Ole' Baugh Road

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Round Ole Baugh Road it's a great place kids to grow Some grow up and move away Most of us decide to stay Round the ole' Baugh Road Hard working mom and dad Gve us things that they never had I our corner of the world Romance is slow for the boys and girls Round the ole' Baugh Road The neighborhood still looks the same Just new kids with the same old names My Baugh Road's in a southern state Yours may be anywhere, USA Look around ole' Baugh Road. I see the kids on Ole' Baugh Road I see the glory of the future glow Look to the Heavens and give a shout Like my daddy did when he started out. Round, round, round the ole Baugh Road, Round, round, round, Round, round, round Round, round, round, The Ole' Baugh Road Round, round, round, Round, round, round...

Let Go

RYAN ADAMS "Ryan Adams"
Pink as a rose the sun is fading Can you feel the darkness that surrounds the house Plane as the truth my breath is bated It pinches like a trap shut around the mouse But down the road 'cause we fell in But down the road Hanging round the wish-it-well It's a slippery slope And I let go, let go, let go, let go Away Driving at night beside the river Looking at as it's going nowhere Dark as a room with the light shut out I'm feeling round the walls for another way out But down the road 'cause we fell in But down the road Hanging round the wish-it-well It's a slippery slope And I let go, let go, let go, let go Cross your fingers behind your back And lie Tell me it's okay if you'll fix everything 'Cause I let go Pink as a rose the sunsets fading Shattering the light on the oceanside Standing alone, I am not waiting Maybe I'm asleep, my heart is paralyzed Down the road 'cause we fell in But down the road Hanging round the wish-it-well It's a slippery slope And I let go, let go, let go, let go

Just Us Kids

JAMES MCMURTRY "Just Us Kids"
I've had enough of this small town bullshit I'm not stayin' in school I'm makin' good dough workin' with my brother Cleanin' out pools I'm going out to California And man it won't be long As soon as I get my license Color me gone Oh knock it off Johnny Man, your livin' in your head You ain't even got a car And those chicks don't believe a word ya said But you're doin' all the talkin' So I just keep quiet And this'll probably go no where But I can't blame ya for tryin' It's just us kids hangin' round the park at night Hangin' round 'neath the vapor light We got no drugs and we got no guns Not even botherin' anyone I don't have to wear a necktie I don't have to punch a clock I started up a dot com company And man it rocks Won't you come with me down to Mexico In the winter with some friends? My divorce will be final Along about then Meanwhile I got a gram and a real good ride And don't you know I hurt way down inside? Just us kids in the parking lot Out here givin' it all we got We don't want to get old and die And there ain't nothing we wouldn't try Ya know we could really have it all Our kid's gonna graduate next fall I could take retirement in 10 years It's a damn short movie How'd we ever get here? Just us kids hangin' out today Watchin' our long hair turnin' gray Not so skinny maybe not so free Not so many as we used to be

Wheels

AC/DC "Black Ice"
She was a danger Ain't no stranger You give me rock n roll Around the town Just foolin' around She's gonna break ya Wanna make ya Gonna make it Wanna take it down She's gonna rock n roll and slide it down Wheels Spinnin' around my brain Driving you insane Wheels Rolling 'round my head Going through the red She wanna shake you No way to save you She got me shot, I'm fallin' I'm blowin' it out Know what I'm talking about She gonna ride you Wanna slide you Ain't no fakin' She wanna take you out You betcha right She's gonna spin you 'round Wheels Spinnin' around my brain Driving you insane Wheels Rolling 'round my head Going through the red Wheels Goin' down the road Ready to explode Wheels Burnin' down the road Hitting overload Wheels Spinnin' around my brain Driving you insane Wheels Rolling 'round my head Going through the red Wheels Flyin' down the road Ready to explode Wheels Burnin' up the road Hitting overload Wheels Hitting overload Wheels Ready to explode

I Wish I Could Have Been There

JOHN ANDERSON "Solid Ground"
When our baby Kate was born it was the biggest day of my life Lying there, little bows in her hair In the loving arms of my wife I was the proudest papa in the USA Makin' a living on the road somewhere a thousand miles away It was a happy day, but kinda' sad And I wish I coulda' been there Yea I wish I coulda' been there I wish I coulda been there for that Little Bobby hit his first home run He was the hero of the home town crowd Two to one, it was a winning run Everybody was cheering loud And mommy she was smilin' saying he's a chip off of the old block But I was on the road somewhere between Memphis and Little Rock It was a happy day but kinda' sad And I wish I coulda' been there Yea I wish I coulda' been there I wish I coulda' been there for that Now Bobby and Kate are all grown up And moved away They stay in touch We're proud of the two good kids we raised And it's hard to believe we are celebrating our twenty fifth year today This party's nice but the kids aren't here At least they called to say Congratulations mom and dad I wish we could have been there I wish we could have been there I wish we could have been there for that It was a happy day, but kinda' sad And I wish they could have been there Yea I wish they could have been there I wish they could have been there, for that

Chicago

MICK JENKINS
So, I figure I should tell you a little bit about myself Since you don't really know, anything, about much at all, that's what I'll do Gather round children I grew up round them white kids first, Paranoid like a crack head A blemish in they world, yea, I was just a black head Proactive, they put me with them smarter kids, I didn't care I was just mad that I was the darkest kid with thick hair And they stared, like I was not suppose to be in there I grew up, mama living like Kadeisha and miss Sinclair That's single, she didn't like to mingle with her kids there And when they tried to woo we brought the Whoo! like Rick Flair No chin hair, what was I eleven nigga? And that's when you decided that yo kids would come second nigga? Just barely walking and you still just kept it stepping nigga? Now that's some sick shit, what is you a leper nigga? See that's the type of shit that make not respect a nigga Just know the debt you owe is looking real hefty nigga Nah, I ain't mad, I just said that for the record nigga Nah, I ain't mad I just said that for the record nigga But I digress and reminisce on days after he left us When honey buns and flaming hots was healthy breakfast When micros and kinky twists gave hell to edges And them girls in your class started wearing heels and wedges, ahhhh Sounds good don't it? I know somebody out there like "it sound hood homie" But the hood was all we had, and we made good from it Especially them D-boys, I know they made good money Made good dummies, start selling that wet work Cause we see them stacking paper like cubical desk work They see through like wet shirts They grandmamma chest hurt Her heartbroken, cause the streets done got up in 'em They rocked the uniform: white tee, 5 pocket denim Nikes, no clocking in But they working that nine to five High key they don't know better, buy trees And go and choke like rabbit first time at the shelter, I see A people stuck in they ways, no it's not just a phase They see a future in tomorrow, they are stuck in a daze And I am fucking amazed At how these wack niggas spit the way they Dunkin is glazed See that's sweet nigga But I got it hot and ready for the street nigga Your soul starving, so I prepared you a feast nigga So get them headphones to your ears, and eat nigga I'm vegetarian, but it is full of meat nigga I'm trying to take it cross country, track meet nigga Then hit the mall like I'm hitting athlete figures I actually figured, that I'd be harder than this I'm just warming up, but they say that I'm sautering this I think I'm fathering this, my seed come through the pen I'm trying to bust in another life I ain't fucking no bitch And I can't fuck with no snitch Keep my name out your fucking mouth Unless you talking bout me, or sucking this dick, aww I try to let this beat fade like newly washed denim But got on my Scrappy Doo, just "let me back at 'em " I'm trying to know this game, just (uh), let me back catch 'em Just let me direct 'em, like traffic lights And I'm a take 'em higher, much higher than your average flight And give 'em mouthfuls much bigger than your biggest bite And show 'em how I'm much flyer than your average kite And now they grabbing tight But I'm just picking them off me Writing these death certificates, Killing them softly

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