Good Old Days - Lyrics - Dragonfly - Ziggy Marley

Title: Good Old Days
Album: Dragonfly
Artist: Ziggy Marley
Composer(s): David Marley

Lyric:
Irie days, come on play
Let the angels fly, let the devils die
Got to do what you can with the time at hand
Ali boom mah, yeah, ali boom mah, yeah

Don't worry your mind, it's just the test of time
In five years, these be the good ol' days

No one knows what the future holds
For everything has a season
It's not a time for war, it's a time for peace
Tomorrow knows tomorrow woes

I remember when grandpa used to say
"Grandson, these be the good ol' days"

These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days

Now comes the moon with its starry lights
And so begins the night life
The tribal dance puts me in a trance
As she pulls me in with her magic swing

I asked of her what do we celebrate
She said to me, "These be the good ol' days"

These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days

There is no future, there is only now, now
Let's cherish these moments that we now know, know, know

These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
...

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Good Ol' Nights - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: Good Ol' Nights
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Max D Barnes, Waylon Jennings, Troy Seals

Lyric:
People sit around and they talk and talk
How their dreams all ended too soon
Guess, they never hung out under the stars
Howling at the moon

I guess, we're as different as nine and eight
I see it in a different light
I don't think much about the good ol' days
Just about the good ol' nights

Talk about the good times
Talk about the times when the times were right
You can keep the good ol' days
I'll take the good ol' nights

They wanna go back to when a Cadillac
Didn't look like a Chevrolet
It meant a lot to them but not a thing to me
I never owned one anyway

But a good looking woman and an old guitar
With both of them tuned just right
Well, I don't think much about the good ol' days
Just about the good ol' nights

Talk about the good times
Talk about the times when the times were right
You can keep the good ol' days
I'll take the good ol' nights

You can keep the good ol' days
I'll take the good ol' nights

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Talk About The Good Times - Lyrics - Elvis Presley

Title: Talk About The Good Times
Artist: Elvis Presley
Composer(s): Jerry Reed

Lyric:
Well, I remember when I was just children
The time the people used to treat the neighbor like a fellow man
And all their singing and big prayer meetings
When a man was proud to walk up and shake his neighbors hand

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Oh, if you ever needed help a friend was there
Some good neighbor help you lift your burden
Mmm, and the simple joys of life a friend would share

Times are harder and the people are changing
Now most folks couldn't tell you who their neighbors are
All their guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted
Ain't this ol' world taking hate and fear just a little too far

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
I wish I could go back to the days I'm speaking of
When a friend would meet you and a smile would greet you
What this ol' world needs now is a little old fashioned love

My granddaddy, God rest his soul now
Well, we had a big long talk together the day he died
Said, ?Son, this world is full of hate and venom
And I can't wait to leave this ol' place and rest on the other side?

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Well, I'm gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days
We'll have a big hand shaking and sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Well, I'm gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days
Have a big hand shaking and sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Well, I'm gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days
We'll have a big hand shaking and sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away

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No Good - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: No Good
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Vito Tisdale, Brian K Scott, Kenneth Ryan Anthony, William Rahsaan Hughes, Ron Wilson, Melvin Adams, Brian J Kidd

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Lyric:
Yooooo
I said yooooo
For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it
This for my country thug street yeagas
You know we gon'

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

My yeaga lookin' like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a blunt
Evr'ything tight, volume 2 off in the trunk, bump

In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed south
Woodgrain, pure grain, hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the real from lames
Yeaga B Stile's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, Lagrange, to mills and fane
Look how far Louisville's done came
Now break it down

I like my pockets fat
And my weed green
And my liquor brown
And my hens clean
With they panties down
And a beat that keep
My yeagas bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', bouncin'

Check, check
My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang, unchanged
We sendin' slugs through ya brain
(Fuck what you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the sane

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

A cool cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla gin-jack
Dreaded out, throwin' up deuces
When I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a optimo
Keep the change, got to go

Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so clean
Yo honey actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout?
I say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
Country boy with country game
Never spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his pappy

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

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All The Good Things Fade Away - Lyrics - Pat Green

Title: All The Good Things Fade Away
Artist: Pat Green
Composer(s): Pat Green, David Neuhauser

Lyric:
Born lucky, I guess
Didn't hurt that I was in the right place at the right time too
That girl she was dandelion beautiful
Damn she was beautiful

The winter wind blows her like a bird
And the petals on the flower fly away
Sometimes it don't matter what you say

All the good things fade away
All the good things fade away

I found me a game out towards Shreveport
Couple days just hiding from the sun
Good with the cards and good with the dice
You could say, I had a lucky little run

But what it all made it
Just a little bit more today
But all the luck you have is
Just the bills you left unpaid

All the good things fade away
All the good things fade away

Seems sure to me there has to be, such a thing as the good ol' days
Some day somewhere my hair like my memories
Will all just fade out to gray
But they're all right now, and I'd just as soon keep it that way

All the good things fade away
All the good things fade away

All the good things fade away
All the good things fade away, yell out

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Tonight I'Ll Let My Memory Take Me Home - Lyrics - Mark Chesnutt

Title: Tonight I'Ll Let My Memory Take Me Home
Artist: Mark Chesnutt
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Roger Springer, Robert Arthur

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Lyric:
It's been too long since I traveled down
That ol' gravel road on the north end of town
And I need a taste of the good ol' days gone
So tonight I'll let my memory take me home

And I'll be seventeen on my way to pick her up
With a half a dozen roses in my Daddy's pickup truck
And for a little while I'll just hold her in my arms, dream on and on and on
Tonight I'll let my memory take me home

We grew apart and I moved away
It's a choice I regret a little more every day
God I love to go back to the good ol' days gone
So tonight I'll let my memory take me home

And I'll be seventeen on my way to pick her up
With a half a dozen roses in my Daddy's pickup truck
And for a little while I'll just hold her in my arms, dream on and on and on
Tonight I'll let my memory take me home

Yesterday, ain't that far away
I'll just close my eyes and drift away

I'll be seventeen on my way to pick her up
With a half a dozen roses in my Daddy's pickup truck
And for a little while I'll just hold her in my arms, dream on and on and on
Tonight I'll let my memory take me home, dream on and on and on
Tonight I'll let my memory take me home

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Good Ol' Days - Lyrics - Authority Zero

Title: Good Ol' Days
Artist: Authority Zero
Composer(s): Bill Marcks, Jim Wilcox, Jason Devore, Jeremy Wood

Lyric:
Let's go
Watching your friends grow up around you
Really sucks but that's okay 'cuz I'm doing the same
The same old people that they ever were, but new problems
And new times always seem to change their smiling face

Well times are changing, but not me
I'll always stay the same
We're always keeping it fun and games
I'm drinking 40s with my homies in the park
But that's okay 'cuz we'll always stay the same

Well, finishing off four kegs is no easy task
But we did it anyway on Heather's birthday
We got fucked up and layed in the grass all night
Into the next day but that's okay

Well, I walk around these streets
And see a million faces that I've never seen before
I've got my boys, and nothin's changin'
We'll drink it up, pass me a cup
Well, don't you fuckin' puke on me, well, that's okay

We'll drink it up, let's get fucked up
Nothing's gonna change, well, that's okay
These fuckin' feelings are gonna get to me
We'll do it anyway, well, that's okay

People don't realize that we'll always be brothers, and until then
We'll depend on one another, until tonight, how 'bout a fuckin' fight?
Why can't you understand, we're going to demand
It's gonna be alright, me and my boys tonight

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These Are The Days - Lyrics - Burn - Jo Dee Messina

Title: These Are The Days
Album: Burn
Artist: Jo Dee Messina
Composer(s): Mary Holladay Lamar, Stephanie Kay Bentley

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Lyric:
I wake up to the sunshine
Out my window
And the passin? sound
Of a homeless man
Singin? an ol? Cole Porter song

The faucet leaks
The TV?s on the blink again
But my restless dreams
Are still intact
Even though it?s takin? way too long

I got a hundred dollars
In a Coke tin on my shelf
And I?ve been thinkin?
To myself, whoa

These are the days
You will remember
For the rest of your life

These are the memories
You?ll pack in a box
And you'll pull ?em out sometimes

So pick your flowers
Count the seconds, roll the dice
But baby, don?t wait ?til it?s too late
Put a smile on your face
These are the days

Outside the people rush
To get ahead for checks
And promotions and fancy cars
Happiness is just around the bend

But old Mrs. Jones sits out
And suns her face
And as I walk by I can hear her say
"This is as good as it gets"

Well, there goes the business suit
Who owns this whole damn block
His roller coaster never stops
Oh, I wanna say to him

These are the days
You will remember
For the rest of your life

These are the memories
You?ll pack in a box
And you'll pull ?em out sometimes

So pick your flowers
Count the seconds, roll the dice
And baby, don?t wait until it?s too late
Put a smile on your face
These are the days

Oh yeah, so pick your flowers
Count the seconds, roll the dice
Oh and don?t wait until it?s too late
Put a smile on your face
'Cause these are the days

Yeah, these are the days
These are the days
These are the days
Oh, don't you know?

These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
Don't you know now?

These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
Oh yeah, you know it is
These are the days

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Any Ole Reason - Lyrics - Mark Chesnutt

Title: Any Ole Reason
Artist: Mark Chesnutt
Composer(s): Roger Springer, Mark Chesnutt, Slugger Morrissette

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Lyric:
I used to come in here maybe once or twice a year
But only when I had a good excuse
I'd have one or two then be on my way
But that's way before she told me we were through

Now any ol' reason will do, any ol' thing that I can use
The days, the nights, the clouds, the rain, the moon
I don't have to think about the love I live without
Or the heart she left that never will be used, really, any ol' reason will do

At first I told myself she'd never cross my mind
Unless I was to meet her eye to eye
And only when I felt alone would I turn her memory on
Well, I guess that means I told myself a lie

Now any ol' reason will do, any ol' thing that I can use
The days, the nights, the clouds, the rain, the moon
I don't have to think about the love I live without
Or the heart she left that never will be used, really, any ol' reason will do

I don't have to think about the love I live without
Or the heart she left that never will be used, really, any ol' reason will do
Yeah, any ol' reason will do

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Soul Food (Remix) - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Soul Food (Remix)
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Brandon K Bennett, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Patrick Brown, Cameron F Gipp, Rico Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett

Lyric:
My old boy from the point but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come true
Ain't got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every last Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed back to tha woods

Now I'm full as tick got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand obstacles but
Only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing niggas laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you say

It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to begin
Another chance to get further away from where I've been
But I'll never forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because
If I had went and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang that I did, different thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Sunday morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the stove ride
Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient
Spaghetti plus her monthly flow

They know they making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the driver seat

A heaping helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my jeans
Smoke steams from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not be fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable

Come and get yo' soul food, well well

Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit that door
With a mind full of attitude it was a line at tha beautiful
JJ's Ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem days when Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family looking for a little soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free

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Soul Food - Lyrics - Dirty South Classics - Goodie Mob

Title: Soul Food
Album: Dirty South Classics
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Brandon K Bennett, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Patrick Brown, Cameron F Gipp, Rico Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett

Lyric:
My old boy from the point but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come true
Ain't got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every last Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed back to tha woods

Now I'm full as tick got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand obstacles but
Only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing niggas laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you say

It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to begin
Another chance to get further away from where I've been
But I'll never forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because
If I had went and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang that I did, different thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Sunday morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the stove ride
Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient
Spaghetti plus her monthly flow

They know they making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the driver seat

A heaping helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my jeans
Smoke steams from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not be fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable

Come and get yo' soul food, well well

Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit that door
With a mind full of attitude it was a line at tha beautiful
JJ's Ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem days when Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family looking for a little soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free

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Waiting For The Punchline - Lyrics - Waiting For The Punchline - Extreme

Title: Waiting For The Punchline
Album: Waiting For The Punchline
Artist: Extreme
Composer(s): Nuno Bettencourt, Gary Cherone

Lyric:
A you might say, "Hey, I lost my sense of humor"
Well, I'm quite surprised I didn't lose it sooner
Why waste my breath on anything less than talk so trivial?
As a man I ran out of material

Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side?
I'm still waiting for the punchline
And whoever said, the grass always grows
Greener on the other side
I'm still waiting for the punchline

The good ol' days I was known to wear a smile
Like all good things they've gone out of style
I will admit, usually a quick with I found me amusing
What used to be, no longer are amusing

Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side?
I'm still waiting for the punchline
And whoever said, the grass always grows
Greener on the other side
I'm still waiting for the punchline

It's nothing that you said, no, nothing that you did
It must have been a bad joke that's gone over my head
What me worry, another tragedy
Ladder plus time, equals comedy

Why can't I get to the other side?
I'm still waiting for the punchline
And whoever said, the grass always grows
Greener on the other line
I'm still waiting for the punchline

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I Aint' Her Cowboy Anymore - Lyrics - It Just Comes Natural - George Strait

Title: I Aint' Her Cowboy Anymore
Album: It Just Comes Natural
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Scotty Emerick, Marla Cannon-Goodman

Lyric:
I pack up my saddle
Throw it in that two-horse trailer
Back up my truck, hook 'em up
And drive away

Won't be the first time
But this time's the last time
She meant it when she said
'That's all I've got to say'

Never had been thrown like this before
I ain't her Cowboy anymore

Never saw it comin'
But I knew where it was goin'
When she asked, 'How long this time?'
Before I hit the road

She didn't come right out and say it
But I sure got the message
When I reached out to hold her
That shoulder sure was cold

Figured I'd just let goodbye run its course
I ain't her Cowboy anymore

These white lines are a blur
Like the last few nights I spent with her
I don't know where I went wrong or if I did

Like the good ol' boy I am
I told her that I understand
But Lord knows that I won't, as long as I live

Seems lately every time it rains it pours
I ain't her Cowboy anymore

We met in Denver
Settled down in Dallas
The best days of my life
Were the ones I spent with her

You'd think that all that lovin'
Ought to count for something
Guess I wore out my welcome
Like the rowels of these old spurs

That Casper sunset's what I'm shootin' for
'Cause I ain't her Cowboy anymore

These white lines are a blur
Like the last few nights I spent with her
I don't know where I went wrong or if I did

Like the good ol' boy I am
I told her that I understand
But Lord knows that I won't, as long as I live

Seems lately every time it rains it pours
I ain't her Cowboy anymore
Her Cowboy anymore
I ain't her Cowboy
Anymore

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Waiting For The Punchline (Hidden Track) - Lyrics - Extreme

Title: Waiting For The Punchline (Hidden Track)
Artist: Extreme
Composer(s): Nuno Bettencourt, Gary Cherone

Lyric:
A you might say, "Hey, I lost my sense of humor"
Well, I'm quite surprised I didn't lose it sooner
Why waste my breath on anything less than talk so trivial?
As a man I ran out of material

Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side?
I'm still waiting for the punchline
And whoever said, the grass always grows
Greener on the other side
I'm still waiting for the punchline

The good ol' days I was known to wear a smile
Like all good things they've gone out of style
I will admit, usually a quick with I found me amusing
What used to be, no longer are amusing

Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side?
I'm still waiting for the punchline
And whoever said, the grass always grows
Greener on the other side
I'm still waiting for the punchline

It's nothing that you said, no, nothing that you did
It must have been a bad joke that's gone over my head
What me worry, another tragedy
Ladder plus time, equals comedy

Why can't I get to the other side?
I'm still waiting for the punchline
And whoever said, the grass always grows
Greener on the other line
I'm still waiting for the punchline

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That'S What They Like - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: That'S What They Like
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, M Roach, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
That what they like, oh you like that, huh?
That what they like, oh you like that, huh?
That what they like, oh you like that, huh?
That what they like

Lil' *** big name, big watch and big chain
Big ol' big earrings, blang, that what they like
Oh, she like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That's what they like

Paint drips, big whips, big dawgs wit dem big chips
Dem big ***, dem big ***
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

Candy paint, sippin' syrup, 26's on the curb
Whole click flippin' birds, girl
And you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

Dolla signs, rubber bands 'round cash
Man, you got a ol' lady still takin' care yo' ***
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

Going fishin' on the banks of Mississippi
Everything you tell that *** he listen, that *** trippin'
But you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

When you lookin' good, whoo, that's what they like
When you smellin' good, whoo, that's what they like
Talk Lil B in every hood, whoo, that's what they like
They like, ?Lil Boosie spit that real s***?, that what they like

Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh huh? That what they like

I done threw up in the charger, man, I know you hear
That Hemi stop in front yo' house and tell you jump in it, fo' real
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

Leather seats, gettin' *** on the beach
*** hit you for two hours and put you to sleep
But you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

Lookin' good, smellin' good, respect Lil B in every hood
I hold it down for Baton Rouge
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

Gucci shades on my Lil Boosie face
Fitted hat some days, throw back Oakland A's
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

I rock Beamers, I rock Caddy's, I rock Benz's, it's crucial
Every time you see me, fresh out the cleaners, that's Boosie
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

When you lookin' good, whoo, that's what they like
When you smellin' good, whoo, that's what they like
Talk Lil B in every hood, whoo, that's what they like
They like, ?Lil Boosie, spit that real s***?, that's what they like

Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh huh? That what they like

They like TV's and DVDs, huh uh
They like to take big trips over seas, huh uh
They like to do the rodeo from the front, from the back
They like to give me *** 'cause they know I?m comin' back

But money don?t make me, I make money
I hate 20 dolla bills, I like hundreds
Ivory Hunter say they like that, she ain't lyin'
She back up all the time 'cause she know her daddy shine

Leave a bad *** blind by the sound of my voice
So before I count to nine, I done made that girl moist
And know what? I got my own haircut
It's called a Boosie Fade, that belgum made

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Way Down South - Lyrics - Your Man - Josh Turner

Title: Way Down South
Album: Your Man
Artist: Josh Turner
Composer(s): Josh Turner

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Lyric:
I grew up workin' on a farm, way down south
I went to school against my will, way down south
I kissed girls and I shot squirrels, out behind my house
I learned a lot about this world, way down south

I went to church, sang a lot of hymns, way down south
I learned to work on my pickup truck, way down south
I played my guitar under the stars, out behind our house
You will always find my heart, way down south

Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine
A garden growin' in the ground
Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound

People drivin' pass when I'm cuttin' grass, wavin' at every single one
That's the way it's done when you come from, way down south
Way down south

Swimmin' in the creek with all my friends, way down south
Prayin' them days would never end, way down south
Give me a worm and a fishin' pole, I'll pull a fish on out
Those memories will never get old, way down south

Clothes on a clothes line, hangin' in the sunshine
A garden growin' in the ground
Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound

People drivin' pass when I'm cuttin' grass, wavin' at every single one
That's the way it's done when you come from, way down south
That's the way it's done when you come from, way down south
Way down south, way down south

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A Passage In Time - Lyrics - Authority Zero

Title: A Passage In Time
Artist: Authority Zero
Composer(s): Bill Marcks, Jim Wilcox, Jason Devore, Jeremy Wood

Lyric:
Here we go, think about the promises
That kept you walking wandering in time
Don't you know they kept you walking
Kept you wanting, kept you walking, everybody in time?

I keep on thinking the same old thing but then again what can I say?
I keep on trying to live my life, I keep trying to find a better way
Well, as everyday goes by I'll try but I don't know if I'll make it through
But I'll move along and push on until I do

Because everything that you'd tried to build in time
Well that's everything you'd tried to hide
Well that's everything that you want to believe
Your motivation puts you where you'll be

What a way, don't waste away in time
Well, I'm seeing through the eyes of a modern man that I don't know
Should I try to find, could I buy the time? I don't know
Well, stand together we will forever, gotta bet we'll be okay

Wide-eyed reminisce, what a blissful good ol' days
So here we go through eyes that I don't know
Will we move along? Time will only show
Because it's everything that you want to believe

A revelation, find a way to see
All those memories are not put up on the side
When you look around the world and the scenes
All the means, little things, what it means to you

When suddenly, no warning to mourning
What you think takes a total different point of view
What it means, little things, all the means
World scenes turn around and take a look at you
You never know when you go, live it up here we go

Got a lot more living to do, hey, in time
You don't face tomorrow what a way to waste away in life
You're taking for granted all the little things you'd never realized
Well, I'm 21 today, how many more? How should I know?

Counting down the days, here we go
Because everything that you tried to build in time
Well that's everything you tried to hide
Well that's everything that you want to believe

Your motivation puts you where you'll be
What a way, don't waste away in time
Every little thing you tried to build in time

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Limos, Demos &Amp; Bimbos - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc - Ice Cube

Title: Limos, Demos &Amp; Bimbos
Album: War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Lionel, Jr. Hunt, O'Shea Jackson, Andy Summers, Ricky Cousins

Lyric:
(Hey, did you hear that?)
Yeah, just get the fuckin' door

Limos, demos and bimbos
(Hey, slow this motherfucker down, man)
Limos, demos and bimbos

Hit the sunroof and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through
Got the chauffer pullin' over
Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission
Close the partition, he like to listen
All fuckin', no kissin', just smokin' and drinkin'
Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln
Think 'bout the good ol' days of hip hop
In its purest form before the eye of the storm

I could give a fuck about you hatin' on my way
To the coliseum with seventeen-five waitin'
They scream for the limousine, it's all clean
Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it
While you worry 'bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight
Wit movies comin' out, yo' time is runnin' out
I just finished doin', 'Live At The Apollo'
Indication from my driver, damn, we're bein' followed

You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm only fuckin' with the)
Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm livin' so trife)

Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin'
And how I'm knowin' to keep it cracked open
Cans of ass-beatin', plus on how I crash meetin's
And have your whole staff leavin half-breathin'
Got shit to hold my own, big bucks
But Khop's soon to run it through 'em, nigga check nuts
Put to the test, then put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest

Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded for revenue, let's get this shit
And split this shit for three days, count it three ways
Nigga fuck, what he say, havin' heat pays
It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice
That keep [Incomprehensible] moist
Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us
I stay connected til' death do us

You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm only fuckin' with the)
Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus)

The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac
These fuckers pull up in a ac
They don't understand the impact
Two thousand dollar, three-piece suit, can you spend that?
They call me the Don Mega
'Cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather
Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me
Stop the car and blast the paparazzi

You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm only fuckin' with the)
Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus)

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Never Leave Me Alone - Lyrics - G-Funk Classics (Disc 1) - Nate Dogg

Title: Never Leave Me Alone
Album: G-Funk Classics (Disc 1)
Artist: Nate Dogg
Composer(s): Ralph Mac Donald, William Salter, Bill Withers, Nathaniel D Hale, Calvin Broadus

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Lyric:
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone

They tell me that temptation
Ooh, is very hard to resist
You tell me that you want me
I tried to hide my feelings
D-O-G's ain't supposed to feel like this

You can call it what you want to
But I don't even know what to see
You've got me singin' in the morning
You bring me breakfast in my bed
And when it hurts you rub my head

I'll ask you one time only
Baby, won't you be there when it's hectic?
When I don't have a hit record

Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone

I've traveled so many places
I've seen so many faces
And there were times
I didn't think I'd make it through

I went through so many phases
That got me so many cases
Three strikes you're gone
Then what you gonna do?

I guess I'll call my lady
And tell her to kiss my baby
They tell me that crime
Is all I know how to do

Tell him his daddy's sorry
Let him know all about me
There's one more thing
I'd really want you to do

Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone

Somebody was naughty when they snitched on me
And the judge just sentenced me to do about a century
I'm mobbin' through the county mainline
Back in 9500 just tryin' to handle mine

Spittin' game at the homies about the good ol' days
As we try to pass time waiting for the chain to Chino
I see no reason to cry but I miss my baby boo
And my nigga Spanky too

It's true that the dirt I did
From an O.G. to a snotty nose kid
Got me caught up in the rapture like maze days gone by
And real G's don' cry

But I try to walk the yard with my head to the sky
And hope my baby boo ain't fuckin' niggas on the outside
But what's the chance that it ain't crackin'
If I was out and she was in I'd probably be mackin'

I can't lie, so I say I would
Now my girl in a world of playahood
A playa should show a nigga love and look out
But the niggas I know would probably turn your ass out

So keep away, better yet, stay away
And hope I get out one day, okay?
But if I don't, I guess this is home
My girl is trippin' she got a block on the phone

Never leave me alone
Leave me alone
Never leave me alone
Leave me alone
Never leave me alone

Never leave me alone
Never leave me alone
Never leave me alone

Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone

Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone

Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone

Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Leave me alone, never leave me alone

Never leave me alone

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Lo - Gettin' Grown - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections - Cee

Title: Lo - Gettin' Grown
Album: Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Gaelle Adisson, Thomas Decarlo Callaway, Eric M Stamile

Lyric:
Well, well

Hey little boy you're not allowed to stay
You have to evolve inevitably
And I've sure come a long way

The road up ahead is so unclear
Back slidin' down the bottom of beer
Nobody knew if I would make it here

And hey sweet music set me free
From the statistic that I started to be
I wish my mama was alive to see

The memories of the pain have scarred
And when I fall it's usually hard
But I get up and keep followin' God

Hey, I'm gettin' grown, gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)
Gettin' grown, I'm gettin' grown hey
(La la la la la, la la la la la)

Now I remember the good ol' days
Broads and boxes and blunts to blaze
Now I got three children to raise

I-I-I never won't be perfect I know
But workin' on it is worth it I know
Life is just learning as you go

Been selfish once or twice
I had to learn how to sacrifice
To live to my late nineties'd be nice

Every day that goes by I find
It either hits me or it robs me blind
God I owe You this life of mine

I'm gettin' grown, I'm gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)
Gettin' grown, gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)

Ooh, time changed but it feels the same
There's no tellin' what tomorrow will bring
Even if I could I wouldn't change a thang

And hey hey, Lord I know I'm not here to stay
But thanks for wakin' me up today
Prepare me for what may come my way

And hey say, young man, there's no need to cry
Because I know you will get by
Look your destiny in the eye

Ooh everyday my heart burns to try
You got to walk before you learn to fly
And we all got to earn to die

I'm gettin' grown, I'm gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)
Gettin' grown, gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)

I'm gettin' grown, I'm gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)
Gettin' grown, gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)

I'm gettin' grown, I'm gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)
Gettin' grown, gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)

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