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JOHN DENVER lyrics - Rocky Mountain Holiday

Gone Fishin'

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Gone fishin' There's a sign upon your door Gone fishin' I ain't workin' anymore There's a hoe out in the sun Where you left a row half done I said 'Hoe-in' ain't no fun' You ain't got no ambition Gone fishin' - by a shady, wady pool Gone fishin', - man, you really play it cool We don't wish to be annoyed, Mister John, And Mister Floyd, we're fishin' Instead of just a-wishin' We're fishin' instead of just a-wishin' Oh, yeah!

Gone Fishin'

I'll tell you why I can't find you Every time I go out to your place... You gone fishin' (well how you know) Well there's a sign upon your door (uh-huh) Gone fishin' (I'm real gone man) You ain't workin' anymore (could be) There's your hoe out in the sun Where you left a row half done You claim that hoein' ain't no fun (well I can prove it) You ain't got no ambition Gone fishin' by a shady wady pool (Shangrila, really la) I'm wishin' I could be that kind of fool (should I twist your arm?) I'd say no more work for mine (welcome to the club) On my door I'd hang a sign Gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin' Papa Bing (yeah Louis) I stopped by your place a time or two lately And you aren't home either Well, I'm a busy man Louis. I got a lotta deals cookin' I was probably tied up at the studio You weren't tied up you dog You was just plain old... Gone fishin' (bah-boo-bah-boo-bah-boo-bah-boo-bah) There's a sign upon your door (Pops, don't blab it around, will you?) Gone fishin' (keep it shady, I got me a big one staked out) Mmm, you ain't workin' anymore (I don't have to work, I got me a piece of Gary) Cows need milkin' in the barn (I have the twins on that detail, they each take a side) But you just don't give a darn (give 'em four bits a cow and hand lotion) You just never seem to learn (man, you taught me) You ain't got no ambition (you're convincin' me) Gone fishin' (bah-boo-dah-do-dah-do-dah-do) Got your hound dog by your side (that's old Cindy-Lou goin' with me) Gone fishin' (mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm) Fleas are bitin' at his hide (get away from me boy, you bother me) Mmm, folks won't find us now because Mister Satch and Mister Cros We gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin' Bah-boo-baby-bah-boo-bah-bay-mmm-bo-bay Oh yeah!

Old Back In The New School

JUSTIN MOORE "Off The Beaten Path"
What’s wrong with sayin’ yes sir, sayin’ yes ma’am, a hard day’s work Showin’ up pretty much on time What’s wrong with waitin’ your turn, payin’ your dues, keepin’ your word And lookin’ a man right in the eye You can wear your pants down around your knees But that don’t mean a dang to me Just put a little old back in the new school Get that workin’ man back on the bar stool Just ‘cause somethin’s hip don’t make it cool Let’s put a little old back in the new school I don’t mind some attitude, a rebel heart, hell I got one too But you still gotta walk the line I don’t care what you listen to, how you wear your hair you can paint it blue Hey, it takes all kinds Johnny rocked and Willie rolled, they just did it with a whole lot more soul Just put a little old back in the new school Get that workin’ man back on the bar stool Just ‘cause somethin’s hip don’t make it cool Let’s put a little old back in the new school My grandpa just turned 83 I hope some of him rubbed off on me He’s still cooler than I’ll ever be Just put a little old back in the new school (Yeah) Get that workin’ man back on the bar stool Just ‘cause somethin’s hip don’t make it cool Let’s put a little old back in the new school Yeah I might be young but I ain’t no fool Come on, let’s put a little old back in the new school Yeah, new school Put some old back in it

Am I A Psycho (Remix)

I see you! I see you looking at me, looking at me So I ask: am I psycho? Am I psycho? yeah, I'm a psycho! I guess I'm a psycho! Is a cricket making noise outside of my window cell, I can't concentrate at my' While reading a book and cooking, some say this is add, I count every single step I take I like add. I just removed the breaks of my brand new atv, And switch the wheels with a bmx that I received in '83. I'm a' a political naked and say hey! I totally forgot what I would say, But it would be mean and they would just scream And throw the' and tried to chase me' I used to love the goose, but' It was actually a tragedy, man'. is crazy! When everybody's happy, that makes me mad and I get angry, Everybody said that I'm' I'm not a baby I just like to have my way and play and say these really good rhymes, And make you tumble up' [Chorus: x2] Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? Yeah, I'm a psycho I guess I'm a psycho! Hey, why are you looking at me, hm? I ain't looking at you, hm? But I gotta be looking at you, to see that you're looking at me That's true! Forget what I just said, may name is ted, you wanna be cool? Maybe go shoot some pool, Maybe go swim in a pool, Maybe will hit the gym, you'll see how much weight I can pull. I make good', but I ain't so cool and' But maybe we won't be friends, I'll make your eyeball look azul. With a left, a right, I'm kicking the fight, let's fight and that it's cool! Last night I watched the ' that movie it was clear, Nobody walked across the screen, and I'm the only one the cheer! Scratching my nuts here, 'beer, hugging my bear, Dough, a deer, a female deer, rain upon him, run son! Protect your mom and sister, here they come! Bring it on you' how dare you test the' I'll drag your fury ass across the' [Chorus: x2] Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? Yeah, I'm a psycho I guess I'm a psycho! Here's the line about how I reached my [?] when I rhyme, [?] ego is nine, I'm a fucking american psycho. Lucky number seven, six million' So seven, leaving skeletons [?]. this reveal post, [?] I killed him, propped them behind a wheel. When I ditched his last words, you need to see doctor' Cannibal, tragic, and more dramatic,' Defrost the [?] smack the shit out of you and refreeze it, Call it the first murder remix, kill him, revive him, I'll live him, [?] You should totally sting that police officer with a sling, 'inside my head and not the police, it sting Be wrapped around my finger when I'm working on the moon' [Chorus: x2] Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? Yeah, I'm a psycho I guess I'm a psycho!


ATMOSPHERE "To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy - The Atmosphere EP's"
[Slug] I sat down and put a fifty on the bar A whisky and a beer, let's forget where we are And keep 'em coming till I drink that whole grant up Filling up that cup till I can't stand up Look around, see what the room's got Well there's Sunny by the jukebox Grab my drinks, headed over to say peace But had to think, do I owe him any late fees? Wait up nah, I'm all paid up huh Yeah I made it square last time I came up town What up Sunny? {What up?} How's business? {How you doing Sean? I ain't seen you in a couple of minutes} Man I just been working and jerking Tryna get the rent right and be perfect, how bout you? {Oh you know how the same old game go Hustle through the wind, rain, snow or tornado} Yeah bro, spent time catching up The bar tender kept the drinks fresh enough Good conversation, no pretension I drank up my whole fifty bucks and then some It was getting close to last call So I grabbed my coat and stood up like that's all But Sunny say {Hold up Sean, it's your day I need a favor, let me throw some money your way} I sat back down in the booth I said, I know your deal Sunny, what I gotta do? He said {I'll give you three-five piece of the pie If you pick up a package for me on the eastside tomorrow} Three and a half for an hour and a half Saint Paul and back's only ten dollars gas Yeah I can handle, give me all the info Only one thing though, I won't bring a pistol {Hahahah} He laughed and said {It ain't like that It's simple, grab the package and come right back It's a tattoo shop, it's called...} Shhh don't snitch {They some nice cats} Nice cats? {Cool as an icepack} Well alright jack {Discretion is a must Keep a hush, other than that I don't give a fuck} Cool, I got this, it's done like dinner And then I stepped out into the winter I got behind the wheel of my vehicle Streetlights shining on my face, you can see it glow The rearview reflection got clearer I starting talking to the image in the mirror I said, you should go back in and decline Sunny will understand, everything will be fine Sean calm down, get a grip, you're tripping I took a deep breath and put the key in the ignition Stop being a bitch now, man up Rolling down twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of drunks broad side of my pickup truck

House Slippers

JOELL ORTIZ "House Slippers"
One two one two Turn this thing up a lil' bit, yeah For those who been wonderin what's goin on with Joell Ortiz It's a lot man, a lot Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers) My mind was goin, I stood around niggaz Wearin this poker face like I'm holdin aces That so wasn't the case, this business is such a business, don't take it personal It's more than these beats and lettin verses go Don't end up locked in and whylin Like a deaf person buyin a Roley better watch what you signin Freedom is overrated until they take it When it's gone feel like nothin can replace it Shakin the hand that's feedin you but you hate it Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight, just imagine this man with your career in his hands Givin a fuck about your fans; he just lookin at that black and white Seein you ain't sell too well You tryin to tell him that you was on an indie that wasn't actin right He don't care, them numbers fucked up his appetite Your past just fucked you twice like a hermaphrodite You watchin niggaz win who ain't half as nice Faced with the choice of givin in or hit the pad and write But see, the fans can't know So you leakin freestyles and you nailed that flow Kids leavin out of venues like, "He killed that show!" Screamin YAOWA everywhere but you ain't on that though Your loved ones sick all in the mist of this Watchin moms shoot insulin is ridiculous Your son got a mask on, his asthma bad His older brother actin up cause he don't have his dad The grind took forever but it happened fast Listen close y'all, it happened fast Red-Eye flights out to Cali, sign to Aftermath Come back and sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh You drop a album over here, left the label over there Finally let it go y'all, the past's the past Sorry for the delay on your order But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter My alter, ego is a quarter of the best rap group but I'm back to bein me, yeah the Puerto Rican, niggaz standin on the corner with that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer Story from a project nigga, a New Yorker Gettin money with the I'll-still-fuck-a-nigga-up-quick aura Man, this ain't for radio play This for the Radio Raheems who let their radio play For the heads on the neck clickin, lookin for the best writtens Turnin to their man like, "You hear what he say?" Y'all niggaz tryna recreate back in the days I'm just tryin to rap my ass off Hopin maybe I'll impress a few niggaz from back in the day Because I'm finishin these new niggaz that's rappin today You turn this up, but not too loud niggaz Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers) ["House Slippers" echoes and fades out]

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