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Red Sovine lyrics - I Know You're Married

Truck Drivers Prayer

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Cuz I think it's kind of special too But first, Now I gotta few things I've been wanting to say to you guys for a long time And I think right now is a good time to do it Did you know that me and just about everyone in country music who travel a lot Have nothing but the highest respect for you the truck driver Cuz its a fact that some of the best drivers are truck drivers And the most safety mindedl, the most courteous and the first to stop and help when there's trouble And little things like blinking signals lights to help someone pass So you just gotta be good people Like some I've had the pleasure of meeting Down to earth, hard-working family men And a lot of you like our country music and that makes you okay in my book Sounds like Im blowing smoke, don't it But I'm not Cuz it boils down to this, If everyone would drive liek you guys do There would be a lot less accidents and deaths on the highway So truck driver, buddy, you are appreciated more then you'll ever know And we salute you, now for the prayer Now this truck drivers prayer was sent to me, by a truck driver from Oklahoma City He found it in a truck stop, Mary's Cafe in Cahokia, Il Now this prayer means a lot to him And I think it will you too, so if you will give a listen And see if it isn't your prayer too Dear God above bless this truck I drive and help me keep someone alive Be my mortal sight this day on the street where little children play Bless my helper fast asleep when the night is long and keep my cargo safe and sound through the hours big and round make my judgment sound as steel and be my hands upon the wheel Bless the traveler going past and teach them not to go so fast Give me strength for every trip so I may care for what they ship And make me mindful every mile that life is just a little while....Amen

Truck Driver Divorce

Frank Zappa (vocals, guitar) Steve Vai (rhythm guitar) Ray White (rhythm guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Bobby Martin (keyboards) Ed Mann (percussion) Truck driver divorce! It's very sad (Steel guitars Usually weep all over it) The bold intelligent MASTERS OF THE ROAD With their Secret Language, And the GIANT OVER-SIZED MECHANICAL TRANS-CONTINENTAL HOBBY-HORSE! Truck driver divorce! It's very sad! Oh the wife! Oh the kids! Oh the waitress! Oh the drive all night! Sometimes when you get home Some ugly lookin' son-of-a-bitch Is trying to pooch yer HOME-TOWN SWEETHEART! Oh, go ride the bull! Oh, go ride the bull! Make it go up 'n down 'N when you fall off, You can eat the mattress! TRUCK DRIVER DIVORCE! IT'S VERY SAD! Bust yer ass To deliver some string beans, Deliver some string beans, Deliver some string beans, To UTAH!


WU-TANG CLAN "Iron Flag"
[Raekwon the Chef] So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin (For real baby) And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all [Ol Dirty Bastard] I need help Because the black man is God The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil I need help So this is to bring everything in the Someone help me please universe within the light Someone help me! Understanding They already did 2Pac My children, all six billion humans Biggie Smalls on the planet Earth Someone help me! Regardless of who or what, I love you Someone help me please! Word is bond, I love you Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife All the babies are mine, save a child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white! Insecure about my ding-dong, married to Babylon My queen lookin at me like a pawn! [Raekwon the Chef] Splash the worst rehearse a verse Flashdance on the universe Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt Thirty-thousand went bezerk, it's like clockwork Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse French cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup Tellin my mens what Ten times platinum and we ends up draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape out Furniture style, holdin the mic we got it laid out Mind iodine Einstein remind mine People swam nine didn't know they own kind wrong time Denim rap, competition quick, handle that Suckin the jim hat, pervertin on my raps'll get you slidapped Mix drink Cuban Link lizink, flip a to zinc Plus, expensive like a roman mink, now think [Ol Dirty Bastard] An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you wanna rhyme Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel The year 90's parallel, controls to the wakes I dig woman's stomach swell, my borough is dark Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham I stuck your cherry tree Your white head came out my black pussy I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar And then came out Jane Flintstone in my gravel pit [Method Man] Kill the chatterin, niggaz bust shots, keep em scatterin Blood splatterin, on point like a javelin Fuck battlin, you cats is only good for babblin Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin Round the seven rings of Saturn Got my sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been Hot Nickel, who broke bread, at the Vatican Stick a pin, in a citizen, mental food, got us diggin in My compliments to the chef M-E-TH like amphatimens, yes stick it to the veteran Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus Bound to blow like a bad sinus [Ol Dirty Bastard] Stay up at night don't sleep on your morn Rest in the day because it's sunlight Reverse thought psychology [Prince Rakeem] Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood clottage, and retardage I refine the garbage logic exterminate your cottage [U-God] Thirty-six anger, dirty language is the stranger The mangler, the honor roll singer righteous finger When we shine-a, we always find a never minor major Hard to spot we dangerous with our behavior [Prince Rakeem] Australian Venezuelaen illegal aliens Chameleons all catch the feelings we revealing Killer bee keep your mind at ease, lay back like Adam fuckin Eve Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees [U-God] I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out Fumin greater, the temper in my spine huminator The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus This split second splash, severe drop is near pop There's fallin teardrops, now is it worth your career

Bug Zapper

[Verse 1:] The first step is a doozy, it's roulette with a mood ring The birth of an old slang, the death of a new speak A permanent post-game, a spitter with bridge trolls Skirting the copay, divvy the death toll Maneuverable codenames, alerted and mobile Familiar rising, and furnacing cold piles Resilient style kings, impossibly tantrum Wandering wild things, obelisk phantoms On linoleum or lava, leaders of a leadfoot fauna His left source blunt force trauma Not pillar of the commune, a splinter off the pagan Who vote off the elusiveness of truth and exultation From the point of view of students labeled putrid little aphids By the beautiful and cryogenic stasis Sadists, meanwhile makers of a hideous whatnot Committed to a lowdown Sisyphus up-rock Are shaving at a truck stop, aging exponentially Homie, no myth flowers grow where he piss And I still row boats outta bottles without abandon To shrink into the sunset bumping Pachelbel's Canon In D motherfucker, the author of the artistry May or may not be weeping to an automated pharmacy Hello. Hello? Shit [Hook:] Too geeked up to even keep it down Too peaced out to even be around Too beat up to even breathe it out (Too freaked out to even leave your house) [x5] [Verse 2:] You wish you could dance more, I wish you would talk less My gentleman transformed, to bringers of offed heads Moments of land war, my Lazarus species Tattered and bruised up, from back in the cheap seats Hackers on crew cuts, foam at the mush mouth Gag at the news truck, notably unsound Dragging his clown shoes, food on his moustache Raggedy hounds tooth, zilch on a bus pass I'm good, house at the beach of expelled hubcaps Black lawn, backyard melting into Lovecraft Bad yarn spun by the hum of the bug zapper Of kings becoming runners, and runts becoming alphas And underdogs with posters of a front-side Tony Alva On the sticker laden walls above their uncle's Bowie albums Graduate to flyers of an execrated sigil And live to see another sexy generation fizzle Out, keep rap homely Bear claw slippers, over-sized Billy Joel tee Fat-faced, potbelly, neckbeard, crow's feet Rat nest, gross teeth, pock marks, goatee I walk with Hawaii on the greenscreen behind me So even the awkward pauses feel inviting Standing at a landmark sleep drought keep out Can't talk now too freaked out [Hook]


[heart beats] [woman sings in background as the Intro begins] [Intro] Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom Penny tried to hide in a bathroom, Homicide scream from the hand held dragon Mental flame from the barrel claim 25 angel, mercy Long as the black board, splatter with his inside Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard Billy didn't shake lord, he fell silent Died in the pantomime of cold violence His killer didn't even blink, he couldn't think Even when he heard the sirens kept firing Pupils dilated, possessed and perspiring He grew up admiring, 30 auts and calicos AR-15 and long barreled 44's so on the story goes He went out in a blaze of glory He went out in a front page story He went out in a front page story [Hook x2] My soul can't rest today I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees Cause you will always be six feet under me [Verse One] Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see your cell phone tape, hear yourself But to the mother fuckas who took Frank Williams AKA Fast Black, FUCK YOU! [Gunshot] Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again Vodka spilling out my mouth onto my chin I've slipped into the darkness of the heartless Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start shit They hearts is cold as the artic, these men motivate mobs to lynch These monsters are men, who I hang with These monsters of then are who I bang with Who I bang with, Crips, Bloods, BG, VL we have created our own road to hell We train to kill and not to feel, reacting with a mac But no matter who I kill I can't bring my nigga back My niggaz dead and I can't get my fucking head around it We was just smoking blunts of the best chronic And now I'm wearing a t-shirt with his picture on it Staggering about to vomit, consumed with vengeance With my vengeance I'm all consumed, by mid afternoon smoking blunts in my room To whom ever this letter may concern When bullets strike they burn more than the flesh of the ones hit You took my nigga my heart split, its broken, shattered in a million pieces Help me Jesus, help me Jesus, just help me Jesus, thug niggaz killers They victims was screaming help me Jesus [Hook x2] My soul can't rest today I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees Cause you will always be six feet under me [woman sings until end of beat] [heart monitor goes flat line]

What's Clef

WYCLEF JEAN "Masquerade"
(feat. Queen Pen, The Product, & Naomi Campbell) [Phone Rings] [Phone Voice Sample] If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator If you need help, try, try again Try, try again [Wyclef Jean] I got it started to my face I got it started to my face, right What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation Ha, ha, ha You gotta be kiddin'! You call my name four times on a record Heh, heh! [Phone Rings] [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Yo, 'Return of Jack the Ripper,' what Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City, don't get it confused Your song will last as long as your part in 'Krush Groove' Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson You write about being a veteran, but not a legend Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya A new episode where the student kills the teacher Any last words before I send you to your dream Hold my hands and pray [lyrics in Creole] You don't got knowledge yourself So you don't know what that mean, a'ight Who suped you up to do the record in the first place It lacked taste, you get 'The Gas Face' like 3rd Bass L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls Under the conference room table When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL I worked too hard, for this life is serious This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back from Miami where your record got no heat That's why your Def Jam interns call it 'Battle of the Beats' You're weak nigga! [Phone Rings] [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Yo, this my question [The Product] What's your question [Chorus] What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this What's Clef I'm not a Bob Marley impostor What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this Tell your ghost writers, 'Go write something better' [Phone Rings] [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Guess who Uh-oh, uh-oh Here we go-o, uh-oh Every two records you do scenario You get the best MCs, how To rhyme first Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt I guess it didn't work on '4 3 2 1' You got out done by Canibus the young gun Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' like you Jamaicans say, 'L.L. a fool' Kids wet too who do the pool Let bells ring like Sunday school L.L. Cool J is hard as hell So hard at night he's Jezebel I heard the teller, Himmemel How you think he wrote the song Rock the bells! [The Product] Yo, Clef I know you got styles, but get back to the issue kid This is real! [Wyclef Jean] Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green Your marriage is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings Another side of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed I even got the Devil worshippers sayin', 'God bless' You star struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito And when they say, 'Who did it,' you tell them Benny Blanco Wyclef, preacher's son, check the revelation Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians And I'll even, get you an ad in 'The Source' You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his death The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick your lips, bitch! [Phone Rings] [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [The Product] Rest in peace! [Chorus] What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this What's Clef I'm not a muscle man impostor What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this Watch what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it [Naomi Campbell] Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef I just wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack L.L., why don't you just give up [Phone Rings] [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again If you need help, try, try again Try, try again

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