JOHN DENVER lyrics - Back Home Again

Thank God I'm A Country Boy

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(Summers) Well, life's on a farm is kinda laid back, ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack. It's early to rise, early in the sack thank God I'm a country boy. Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm, raising me a family and working on the farm. My days are all filled with an easy country charm, thank God I'm a country boy. Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle. And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy. When the work's all done and the sun's setting low, I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow. The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low, thank God I'm a country boy. I'd play Sally Gooding all day if I could, but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good. So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should, thank God I'm a country boy. Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle. And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy. I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels, I never was one of them money hungry fools. I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools, thank God I'm a country boy. Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine, a lotta sad people thinking that's-a mighty keen. Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean, thank God I'm a country boy. Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle. And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy. Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died, and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side. He said, 'Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride, and thank God you're a country boy. My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle, he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle. He taught me how to love and how to give just a little, thank God I'm a country boy. Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle. And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy.

Yer Country

U.S. Bombs "Back At The Laundromat"
Country, it aint no tis of thee Country, I'm proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear'd up for riots gainst police the country is rippin at the seams the Barbed wire bop bomb shelters in backyards Roller skating at the hop Rebel Rock love and peace was funny understandings just a crock Country Woody Gunthrie took the lumps Country, just a suitcase adn a thumb Well if ya practice what ya preach I heard irt makes ya smile (the) country boys are frowning all the while the Country,Country,the Country Country! it won't stop fucking me the Country, will crush you with its feet Country croneing and moaning a hymn the Countryof regulations never bend Rebel Rebel rock Piece and love was funny Understanding just a cro

Passapatanzy

Keller Williams
Drivin' on down 2-19 Not a Blue light to be seen I'm a comin' up on seven oh (7-0) Down six hundred (600) I do go I'm a crusing along with the radio on and my hands upon the wheel as I race I can almost taste life in me traliers, logs, horses, dogs for you to see It's a day in the life IN PASSAPATANZY I've got enough wood to last a week the ol' piles are pretty neat well to pick a load at half a ? any more we'd need help from ? there's pleanty of kindlin to lay out in the yard and if I run out of newpaper we can use an old deck of cards take this whole section off a rotten old down tree sweatin in the free IN PASSAPATANZY Well now she was in heat and we can't compete with her boyfriends the nights were fun she sleeps in the sun she don't want to be let in that silly mut she's givin it up there ain't no need to fuss she brings at her home everynight that K9 eats better than us My love makes you feel so tall watch out for the ceiling fan will catch you in your jaw my wicker chair will rock you right to sleep even if you dangle your feet my watch will bang a tribal beat so we can tap our along appliances can make music to but can not write no song won't you please take my hand dance around with me It's a day in the life IN PASSAPATANZY

Pretty Boy Floyd

JOAN BAEZ "Joan Baez In Concert"
Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore And many a starving farmer opened up his door It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief Well, here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home

Remember His Name

JURASSIC 5 "Power In Numbers"
[Zaakir] Yo whats up ak [Akil] Who is this [Zaakir] Its me zaak--ir [Akil] Hello what (Hello) I can't hear (I GOT IT! HANG UP!) Yo speak louder I can't hear [Zaakir] (Yo Ak) Yo It's me Zaakir! I was sittin at the television feelin' disturbed Hey yo, I just got the word, off Tigram and 83rd Some cat that got clapped, (gangster rapper) Perhaps, But I was lookin at the face of one particular cat Now I done seen him before, (Can you remember where at) Well it was either at the liquor store or laundry mat Or at a party and shit, or drive through of a quickie split But the fellas her ran wit, they no longer ex-- (yo, dude peep this) [Akil] Yo I know dude, I been knowin him all my life Ever since I was young I used to see him shootin' dice On occasion i would see him once or twice With all types, many different walks of life He tried to keep in touch, but i knew what was up Every time he came around and showed his face I ducked In the mid-eighties, the nigga went crazy He had alot of ladies selling they babies, the nigga was shady But he had alot of friends that he would visit on the weekends Thrill seekin, influenced by his teachings My daddy knew him, yo, he met him at a hotel My homeboy Johnny, kicked it with him in a jail cell Alot of people met him with a female Doing real well, connected with the drug sales The rich and the poor, for better or worse The last and the first, walked the earth, but can't avoid his turf And it hurts my brain, he's drivin me insane It's a shame I can't remember his name I think 2na know dude, Soup, i aint tryin ta be dude But my wife just cooked, im bout to grab up some food [Zaakir] Aiight peace, 2na said he probably runnin the streets I'm about to give these young brothas a beep [ring ring] [2na] Yo! asalaam ulakum [Zaakir] Yo, ulakum asalaam [2na] Heyyo, what's up on 83rd man [Zaakir] Man, the fuedin is on Hey, the reason why i called, that was the cat from my building You seen him [2na] Yeah we met that brother out in Pasadena, Remember seven, on Marengo No my mistake, we were right between fair oaks and lake Tryin to take us a lunch break [Marc7even] And cop us a sess sack! [2na] But had to drive right past the place where they rest at [7even] We drove in a hactchback [2na] Corolla, these cats pack pistolas, the cadillac they drove [7even] It was brown and black [2na] Patrollin the hood, lookin for trouble Saw us purchasin trees Lurkin with speed, pulled the strap, and was hurtin to squeeze [7even] You jerk and you bleed [2na] Threw it in reverse and we fleed [7even] Or should we say fled [2na] They wanted to make us more than play dead, flashin his heat [7even] Two cars are movin fast on the street [2na] That's when I peeped, that dude was in his back passanger seat (yo that shit was deep) Still I can't remember his name.. *this suckas gonna get us killed* *now come on man I feel like cuttin loose* *violence* *you behave yourself* [Zaakir] Oh man, where have I seen this brother before, man *well it was either at the liquor store or laundry mat* Seem like everybody I know know dude, but can't nobody remember his damn name man *I been knowin him all my life* the same with everybody from ShawnyMac, YawYaw, my brother Mohamad Its like you cant *cant avoid his turf* Oh, hey, you know what, now I know who homie is man, his name is *De-De- Death*

Spanish Pipedream (Blow Up Your TV)

JOHN PRINE "John Prine"
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke [Chorus:] Blow up your TV throw away your paper Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try an find Jesus on your own Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do [Chorus] Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face I said "You must know the answer." "She said, "No but I'll give it a try." And to this very day we've been livin' our way And here is the reason why We blew up our TV threw away our paper Went to the country, built us a home Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches They all found Jesus on their own

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