JAMEY JOHNSON lyrics - That Lonesome Song

Mowin' Down The Roses

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Down in Mississippi It's a perfect time of year To break out the jumper cables And try to crank this ol' John Deere I can't wait to fire it up And put er' into gear I know I should be hurtin' But I'm smiling ear to ear Cuz I'm mowin' down the roses I'm mowin' down the roses I'm mowin' down the roses That you planted in our yard I poured out your purty perfume Straight down the toilet bowl And I ripped your face straight off the wall Left nothing but some holes I loaded up your closets Into fifteen garbage bags And I smoked with your potpourri On a burn pile in the back Down in Mississippi Its getting perfectly clear That anything you used to love Just ain't gonna grow round here I'm mowing down the roses That you planted in our yard

Missisippi

AFROMAN "Because I Got High"
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but Palmdale over with, homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home cuz.) Please take me back home, (You know what I'm sayin') to Mississippi. (I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. I'm fittin' to go back and kick it with my family, cuz.) Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds of this weed) to Mississippi. (You shmell me, homeboy. Yeah, take them fools back to '82, cuz.) Before South Central Palmdale flossin', I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing. Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy. All my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!) Tell DJ Pumpkin Keep it crunckin' Clyde. Request my tape when you go inside So I can take Jane and girl to Waynesboro, fuck their little homegirl, make her toes curl, rock their world, leave with their Auntie Sheryl. She sucks me sucks me, fucks me fucks me, cries every time I leave Biloxi But I hops in the Coup, 'cause I gots to go scoop another ho from Tupelo Hit it once, hit it twice, then I hit it again. Hit it in Meridian, make that bitch rub her clit again, pinch the nipples on her tit again, suck my dick until she spit again. BUCCCOC! Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast. I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville. Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real. Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in East Bouche. Cops be sweatin' outa town, dog. Sweatin' my car with a hound dog. Separate me from my bitch and shit, tryin' to get my bitch to fuckin' snitch and shit. Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane running warrant checks on the Afroman But I can't be no hip hop star cuffed in the back of some police car. Did you find the gun NO! Did you find the dope NO! Open up the back door. Well, son, you're free to go. A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, __ C'mon, Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. Get nervous, as I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis. Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal, get my ass kicked in the white ghetto. Prejudice police won't let me go, so I'ma drive slow, hide my 'fro. I was dumb, now I'm dumber, y'all, last summer, y'all, I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall. Grabbed my guitar and started pickin' a tune for Nikki and June down in Picayune, baby! Just like a shovel I be diggin' all the pretty young women in Wiggins. On the boat, Gulfport, I got my dick down some girl's throat. (BUCCCCOC!) I can't help it, I'm a Crip, baby. I think you need to wipe your lip, baby. Hula Hula Hula, the whole house ruler. What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula Small towns, small cities, but they still got big ol' asses plus titties. Is it a bird Is it a plane It's the hungry hustler, Afroman Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl activator in my hair. I'm in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson. Always getting plenty panty action. McClaine. Even McComb. Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home. Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez. I got the weed brother, who got the matches (I do.) Who got the funky DJ that scratches (I do.) Depend on me like my name was patches. First it was a black thing, just the big Willies. Now I roll Phillies with all the Hillbillies. Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan buying front row seats for the Afroman Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth. It's a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the South. Afroman, I'm a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop, I'm the start of it. I'm the latest. I'm the greatest, and all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes. I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream, then cook me some cornbread and collard greens. BUCCCOC! Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast. !982, '83, '84 Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto. Tryin' to break dance in my B-Boy stance, Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants. Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones. G-dog, cuz, I don't believe we're grown. But hey, G-dog, you and me'll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it's you and me dog. Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let's take a toke (toke) till we croak (croak). I'm a locster locster, honey spokester, drinking everyday like I'm supposed to. Bottle after bottle, dog, in my lip-a, flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river. Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi. From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya. Please take me back home, (Yeee-ha!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi. From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya. Please take me back home, (We outta here.) to Mississippi.

Missisippi

AFROMAN "The Good Times"
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but Palmdale over with, homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home cuz.) Please take me back home, (You know what I'm sayin'?) to Mississippi. (I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. I'm fittin' to go back and kick it with my family, cuz.) Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds of this weed) to Mississippi. (You shmell me, homeboy. Yeah, take them fools back to '82, cuz.) Before South Central Palmdale flossin', I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing. Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy. All my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!) Tell DJ Pumpkin Keep it crunckin' Clyde. Request my tape when you go inside So I can take Jane and girl to Waynesboro, fuck their little homegirl, make her toes curl, rock their world, leave with their Auntie Sheryl. She sucks me sucks me, fucks me fucks me, cries every time I leave Biloxi But I hops in the Coup, 'cause I gots to go scoop another ho from Tupelo Hit it once, hit it twice, then I hit it again. Hit it in Meridian, make that bitch rub her clit again, pinch the nipples on her tit again, suck my dick until she spit again. BUCCCOC! Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast. I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville. Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real. Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in East Bouche. Cops be sweatin' outa town, dog. Sweatin' my car with a hound dog. Separate me from my bitch and shit, tryin' to get my bitch to fuckin' snitch and shit. Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane running warrant checks on the Afroman But I can't be no hip hop star cuffed in the back of some police car. Did you find the gun? NO! Did you find the dope? NO! Open up the back door. Well, son, you're free to go. A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, __ C'mon, Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. Get nervous, as I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis. Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal, get my ass kicked in the white ghetto. Prejudice police won't let me go, so I'ma drive slow, hide my 'fro. I was dumb, now I'm dumber, y'all, last summer, y'all, I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall. Grabbed my guitar and started pickin' a tune for Nikki and June down in Picayune, baby! Just like a shovel I be diggin' all the pretty young women in Wiggins. On the boat, Gulfport, I got my dick down some girl's throat. (BUCCCCOC!) I can't help it, I'm a Crip, baby. I think you need to wipe your lip, baby. Hula Hula Hula, the whole house ruler. What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula? Small towns, small cities, but they still got big ol' asses plus titties. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It's the hungry hustler, Afroman Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl activator in my hair. I'm in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson. Always getting plenty panty action. McClaine. Even McComb. Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home. Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez. I got the weed brother, who got the matches? (I do.) Who got the funky DJ that scratches? (I do.) Depend on me like my name was patches. First it was a black thing, just the big Willies. Now I roll Phillies with all the Hillbillies. Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan buying front row seats for the Afroman Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth. It's a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the South. Afroman, I'm a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop, I'm the start of it. I'm the latest. I'm the greatest, and all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes. I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream, then cook me some cornbread and collard greens. BUCCCOC! Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast. !982, '83, '84 Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto. Tryin' to break dance in my B-Boy stance, Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants. Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones. G-dog, cuz, I don't believe we're grown. But hey, G-dog, you and me'll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it's you and me dog. Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let's take a toke (toke) till we croak (croak). I'm a locster locster, honey spokester, drinking everyday like I'm supposed to. Bottle after bottle, dog, in my lip-a, flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river. Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi. From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya. Please take me back home, (Yeee-ha!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi. From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya. Please take me back home, (We outta here.) to Mississippi.

A One Two

JOELL ORTIZ
[Intro: Joell Ortiz (DJ Tedsmooth)] A one two, a one two (Tedsmooth!) A one two, a one two (Straight Face!) I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz (You remember!) [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Uh! The feet is Nike the jeans is Levi The tee is white the fitted is N.Y. My box are Diddy the box is pretty But the bottle inside a have you wobblin dribblin I rep the most poppin city (New York) The apple is rotten the blocks is gritty the ave is gwoppin Decoys is lurkin toys is squirtin Tuck that hurt in them boys is hurtin We gamble wild the games get violent The hammers loud the neighbors silent The cameras flash the sirens flare The ambulance ain't fast you dyin there To pay cable you grindin here The kitchen table a white affair The rappers spit the time is near I'm straight hood that's how I'm rhymin yeah! [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Uh! The boots is Tim's the jeans is Polo The hoodie is Champ the skully is Solo The leather is Pelle the AB's no go I'll let you slide if the ball is Ocho I'm too cool can't ruin my mojo Don't fuck you dicks pause no homo You talk slick you 'gon fall in slow mo My right quicker with the force of Cotto I write hits on my thoughts I'm oh so Starlight like a toss from Romo The theater is wack we bottleg movies Too much for packs the moves is Lucy's The broads is bad with awesome fatties It turns you on when they call you daddy The butter is shower the high is sweet The love is yaowww and you like this speech [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz

Battle Of New Orleans

Johnny Horton "America Remembers Johnny Horto"
In 1814 we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans We fired our guns and the British kept acom'in There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico We looked down the river and we seed the British come And there must have been a hundred of'em beatin' on the drum They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Old Hickory said we could take'em by surprise If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked'em in the eyes We held our fire till we seed their faces well Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave'em...well...we... ...fired our guns and the British kept a'comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch'em On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round We filled his head with cannonballs'n powdered his behind And when we touched the powder off,the gator lost his mind We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch'em On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Spoken: Hut,hut,three,four Sound off, three,four Hut,hut, three,four Sound off,three,four Hut,hut,three,four

The Battle Of New Orleans

JOHNNY CASH "America: A 200-Year Salute In Story And Song"
In 1814 we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans. We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin. There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin' on Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We looked down the river and we see'd the British come. And there must have been a hundred of'em beatin' on the drum. They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring. We stood by our cotton bales and didn't say a thing. We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin. There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin' on Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eye We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well. Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave 'em ... well We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin. There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin' on Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go. They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down. So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round. We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind. We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin. There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin' on Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go. They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

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