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JOHNNY CASH lyrics - Johnny Cash And His Woman


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How she got that junk car runnin' guess I'll never know It never ran but once and set to winters in the snow Well imagine runnin' out on me when I lay sound asleep Allegheny Well my big mistake was thinkin' she was something I could keep She stole my winter's food supply and something else I fear My savin's in the mattress have strangely disappeared Now those who know me best knows he who robs me best beware Allegheny I'm gonna call up the dogs and hunt you down drag you back here by the hair Oh Allegheny something tells me you're dis-satisfied Well could it be because I've been your mail-order bride There's a half of you that's French yeah and I need to crave a better style And a half of you is Cherokee yeah and I've gone wild Allegheny She's got a head start on me as a crow flies half a day And unless I miss my guess she'll stop to rest in Monterey But if I take the Knoxville Highway thirteen hours it will be Allegheny Well she forgot I knew the shortcut I'll be there in less than three Oh Allegheny something tells me... I signaled for my dogs to wait outside the hotel door I described her to the desk clerk he said try the second floor And then he mentioned she's got company And that marks the stranget's doom Allegheny I wish I was her so I could see my face when I bust into the room Oh Allegheny something tells me... Allegheny Allegheny come back here Allegheny Allegheny

When The Fat Lady Sings

DJ Muggs "Muggs Presents the Soul Assassins, Chapter II"
[GZA] Yeah.. Test, test, yeah {From the East coast to the West coast, ? battleground ?} Check test, yeah {Represent everything, everything is real now..} Wu-Banga strangler Whether describin facts or interrupted by quotes Cease the bullshit, rely on volts just like watts push the juice through amps Rap generals runnin troops in camps Armed with heavy slugs, under rugs, thoughts bugged No holds barred, live and unplugged Trapped on the other side, of electrified, steel doors Once in, greeted with thunderstorm applause The message breaks the concrete barrier Launch the vessel, known as the A-1 carrier Sound goin through a cable, who the fuck able Mix this shit, but your turntable unstable So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard well Then the two Tech' equalize occurs well Beats straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox From the Isle', where the drinks splash straight off the rocks {*walkie talkie interlude*, *fat lady singing*} [GZA] The witty unpredictable, outcome critical Nigga quick to forfeit, portrait visual Analyze the picture, memorize the scripture Seperate the cut from uncut with the sifter Rap wall designed from the best, bricklayers Names tagged in prints from the best paint sprayers Unheard of, two-thousand feet deep in the planet Surrounded by the most thick massive walls of granite Certified A-side Wu-Banga strangler Control slide time in the multi-disc changer +Liquid Swords+ and razor sharp shanks leave the tank on the seas file in eighth rank, ship sank {*walkie talkie*, *fat lady singing*}

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

Sandy Sends Her Best

WAYLON JENNINGS "Lonesome, On'ry And Mean"
This letter that I'm writing would probably be The hardest thing I'll ever do But you see there's something you should know I guess I should be the one to tell you. While you failthfuly waited for me I met someone new and I fell Though you may not wanna hear it Sandy sends her best and she and I both wish you well. Sure you know as well as I Mem'ries have a way of hangin' in your mind And there's a lot about you I know I'll remember for a long, long time. But she's the girl that I love now I guess more than I love my life itself I pray you hold your no hurt feelings Sandy sends her best and she and I both wish you well. Maybe someday you'll forgive me Realize that some things happened for the best If it's any consolation after all the others Until her I loved you best. By the time you read this letter we'll be gone I guess that's all there is to tell But before I say goodbye Sandy sends her best and she and I both wish you well. I pray you hold your no hurt feelings Sandy sends her best and she and I both wish you well...

That Girl From Brownsville Texas

JIM WHITE "Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See"
I say "God, if you ain't smiling on me, then you ain't no friend of mine." It's late at night and this motel room's drunk, I been listening to the lonesome wind crying. My best friend once said, "Jim, what you cling to, that's the thing that you had best forget. For ain't no rose bed ever gonna bloom in an untended field of regrets." Guess I been busy killing time counting bullet holes in state line signs. I led a life of lonely drifting trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind. You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail of what you need to leave behind. Oh sweet Jesus, won't you help me? 'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love with that girl from Brownsville, Texas. Midnight radio, a crackly white gospel station kicking out the sounds of some half-assed revival. Me, I never much cared for the feelings you get quoting scriptures from out of the Bible. For as the crow flies I know only one cure for a permanent tear in your eye. You gotta crank like hell that rope on old sorrow's well 'til the day that the bucket comes up dry. [CHORUS] Now dreams are just prayers without the put on airs... and though my history of dreams is a scandal of back-assward schemes and romantic disasters where Lord, you dealt me more cards than I could handle. Still from the lips of this half-hearted sinner comes the pledge of a half-baked saint. 'Cause Lord I might finally be willing to become the religious fool you always wanted me to be... if in return we could just tell that girl I'm the man you and me both know that I ain't. [CHORUS]

Pibb Tries The Skateboarding

ADAM SANDLER "Shhh...Don't Tell"
Alright, Mr. Pibb, those kneepads on tight enough? Snug as a bug in a rug playin Dig Dug, my friend! Uh huh... I'm all set to give this skitchboard a whirl! Okay, we should really put a helmet on you first... Well... helmet has the word 'hell' in it, and I don't know about you, sonny, but I ain't no sinner... No, you're not... When my time comes, I'm on my way to heaven, so I won't be puttin one of those demon contraptions on my head! Okay, Pibb... Just remember that the half pipe ain't the easiest thing to do... Never mind all that, boy! It's only half the pipe! Let's be concerned when they got the whole thing here! Right... Now can we get to the skitchboardin? Okay, okay... How bout we just get you on the board? Can do! Make sure you keep your knees bent... Can do do! Good job... Now how bout a little pushky to get me started? Okay, but go easy Hell, this is simple as a pimple! Yeah, yeah, you're doin pretty good there buddy! It's quite similar to my youth when I'd sprinkle my brother's marble collection all over the basement floor, glue a plank to my feet, and skim around all the live long day! Is that right? Oh, how my father detested that sound! I'm sure... Ho, ho Ha, yeah... you better take it down a notch there, Pibb... you're startin to pick up a little too much speed... Nonsense, check this out! Whoo, hoo! You got some air there, Pibb, lookin like a natural! It's all about the balance, and I'm darn good with that! Just ask my banker! Hahaha I'll get right on that... Say, what's the record for loop-de-loos on one of these things? Uh.....rotations? Well, ain't you fancy? Yeah, Tony Hawk did a 900 once, that's two and a half rotations... Oh, I can stick that! Don't try that, Pibb.... Here we go!!! Ahhhh!!!!! (smack!) Shit! Oh, shit! Are you alright, Mr. Pibb? Is there a doctor in the house?!

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