My Kind Of Town - Lyrics - Aaron Tippin

Title: My Kind Of Town
Artist: Aaron Tippin
Composer(s): Aaron Tippin, Sanger D Shafer

Lyric:
This is my kind of town
I ain't never seen nothing like it
In all my traveling 'round

This old highway ever gives me up
And I think about settling down
Well, this is my kind of town

But there ain't' no place
On God's green earth
I'd rather be right now

Folks around here
Sure seem to know
What living's all about

I could hang around here forever
Lord, I feel so much at home
When it comes time for me to leave
It'll be so hard to go

'Cause this is my kind of town
I ain't never seen nothing like it
In all my traveling 'round

This old highway ever gives me up
And I think about settling down
Well, this is my kind of town

Now, I ain't the kind to just muscle in
On someone else's world
But from what I've seen it seems to me
They got lots of extra girls

And if I could find me one of them
And a little house nearby
Well, I'd park these boots, hang this hat
And stay here 'til I die

'Cause this is my kind of town
I ain't never seen nothing like it
In all my traveling 'round

If this old highway ever gives me up
And I think about settling down
Well, this is my kind of town

This is my kind of town
I ain't never seen nothing like it
In all my traveling 'round

This old highway ever gives me up
And I think about settling down
Oh well, this is my kind of town

This old highway ever gives me up
And I think about settling down
Oh well, this is my kind of town

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Lo - My Kind Of People - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - My Kind Of People
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Headley Bennett, Huford Brown, Thoomas Callaway, Lloyd Ferguson, Robbie Lyn, Jackie Mittoo, Leroy Sibblies, Fitzroy Simpson

Lyric:
So if you like coke
And you like dope
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)

And if you're good
I knew you would
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)

My name is sugar, spread sweet as a candy shop
Give the valet the car keys of the candy drop
Now gather round y'all, here comes a sight to see
Me and Menta'll come and kill 'em consecutively

I walk through the door, I don't even look at the line
Smokin' pine, standin' under the exit sign
Shorty greets me with a grin and she starts to grind
We're havin' big fun till the sun starts to shine

So if you like coke
And you like dope
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)

A little rock and roll
A whole lot of soul
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)

We gon' drank good, gon' smoke good
The interior is all oak wood
You know how me and my folks do it
It's A-Town, we don't play around

78 Sevilles on Ferris wheels
Where it's at? There it is
Did you like that? Well, then write back
Matter fact, wait a minute, I'll be right back

(Skuurt)
I'm back what's up now
I done went and got my truck now
I'm a lone dude comin', good luck now
Somebody else wants to fuck now

Now you know 'Lo and his cognac
He done been to the moon, have you done that?
Get on in and lemme show you the world
Lemme use my kind of people, girl

So if you like coke
And you like dope
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)

And if you're good
I knew you would
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)

Now I can smell it, somebody put good grain in the air
(Ain't nothin' better than some real good music)
And there's a lot of fine ass women everywhere
(Oh 'cause your eyes are just that no good)

Ain't nothin' wrong with dancin' and drinkin' and havin' fun
(Girl, get on the floor, put your back into it)
Why won't you take your dead ass home if you ain't havin', none?
(Don't just stand around and just watch us do it)

So if you like coke
And you like dope
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)

A little rock and roll
A whole lot of soul
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)
You're my kind of people
(My kind of people)

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My Kind Of Town (Chicago Is) - Lyrics - Barry Manilow

Title: My Kind Of Town (Chicago Is)
Artist: Barry Manilow
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen

Lyric:
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who smile at you

And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tugging my sleeve, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town

My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of razzmatazz
And it has all that jazz

And each time I roam, Chicago is
Calling me home, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town
Chicago is

The Wrigley Building, Chicago is
The Union Stock yard, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my, my kind of town

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My Kind Of Town - Lyrics - Sinatra: New York (4 CD/1 DVD) - Frank Sinatra

Title: My Kind Of Town
Album: Sinatra: New York (4 CD/1 DVD)
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen

Lyric:
Now this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
So may I say to each of you most gratefully
As I throw each one of you a kiss

This is my kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who smile at you

And each time I roam, Chicago is
Calling me home, Chicago is
Why I just grin just like a clown
It's my kind of town

My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of razzmatazz
And it has all that jazz

And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tugging my sleeve, Chicago is
The Wrigley Building, Chicago is
The Union Stockyard, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town

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Hollywood - Lyrics - Fleetwood Mac

Title: Hollywood
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Composer(s): Christine Mcvie, Eddy Quintela

Lyric:
The bright lights of the city
Are starting to wear me down
And when I need you
You just can't be found

Loud days, endless nights
Are starting to make me crazy
And now you're gone
There's nothing left for me

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)

Wonderful to know you
Great to know you cared
As I look back
At the crazy things we've shared

I was dazzled by the moonlight
Blinded by neon nights
And as I look back
It never could be right

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)

Well, I was dazzled by the moonlight
Blinded by neon nights
And now I see
It never could be right

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)
Some other kind of town

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)
Some other kind of town

Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town

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Talk Of The Town - Lyrics - Firehouse

Title: Talk Of The Town
Artist: Firehouse
Composer(s): C J Snare, Bill Leverty

Lyric:
Ooo yeah

Everywhere in this city
The word is gettin' around
About a girl who's so damn pretty
She's the talk of the town

Dressed in black she's a heart attack
Well she's a hard one to tame
Ooo, she's livin' up to her reputation
She's livin' up to her name

Everywhere she goes she gets everyone talkin', ta-ta-talkin'
And anytime she's anywhere around
Everybody says she's the talk of the town

Ooo my, my she's so fine
And she's the talk of the town
Oughta know by now
She's the talk of the town
Well she's the talk of the town, yeah

Built to kill with body language
She's got 'em talkin' about her
Aow, she makes the best of a sticky situation
An' that's the kind of thing

Ooo everywhere she goes she gets everyone talkin', ta-ta-talkin'
And anytime she's anywhere around
Everybody says she's the talk of the town

Ooo my, my she's so fine
And she's the talk of the town
Oughta know by now
She's the talk of the town
Well she's the talk of the town
The talk of the town
Now she's the talk of the town, yeah

Oh oh
Talk to me

Ooo my, my, she's so fine
And she's the talk of the town
Oughta know by now
Baby gets around
She's the talk of the town

Ooo my, my she's so fine
And she's the talk of the town, yeah yeah
Oughta know by now
Baby gets around
She's the talk of the town
Well she's the talk of the town
The talk of the town
Well she's the talk, the talk of the town, yeah
The talk of the town

Oh when she's walkin', everybody's talkin'
About the talk of the town
Well she's the talk of the, she's the talk of the
Town yeah

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Change The Locks - Lyrics - Live at the Fillmore - Lucinda Williams

Title: Change The Locks
Album: Live at the Fillmore
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams

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Lyric:
I changed the lock on my front door
So you can't see me anymore
And you can't come inside my house
And you can't lie down on my couch
I changed the lock on my front door

I changed the number on my phone
So you can't call me up at home
And you can't say those things to me
That make me fall down on my knees
I changed the number on my phone

I changed the kind of car I drive
So you can't see me when I go by
And you can't chase me up the street
And you can't knock me off of my feet
I changed the kind of car I drive

I changed the kind of clothes I wear
So you can't find me anywhere
You can't spot me in a crowd
And you can't call my name out loud
I changed the kind of clothes I wear

I changed the tracks underneath the train
So you can't find me again
And you can't trace my path
And you can't hear my laugh
I changed the tracks underneath the train

I changed the name of this town
So you can't follow me down
And you can't touch me like before
And you can't make me want you more
I changed the name of this town

I changed the lock on my front door
I changed the number on my phone
I changed the kind of clothes I wear
I changed the kind of car I drive
I changed the tracks underneath the train

I changed the name of this town
I changed the name of this town
I changed the name of this town

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Changed The Locks - Lyrics - Lucinda Williams

Title: Changed The Locks
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams

Lyric:
I changed the lock on my front door
So you can't see me anymore
And you can't come inside my house
And you can't lie down on my couch
I changed the lock on my front door

I changed the number on my phone
So you can't call me up at home
And you can't say those things to me
That make me fall down on my knees
I changed the number on my phone

I changed the kind of car I drive
So you can't see me when I go by
And you can't chase me up the street
And you can't knock me off of my feet
I changed the kind of car I drive

I changed the kind of clothes I wear
So you can't find me anywhere
And you can't spot me in a crowd
And you can't call my name out loud
I changed the kind of clothes I wear

I changed the tracks underneath the train
So you can't find me again
And you can't trace my path
And you can't hear my laugh
I changed the tracks underneath the train

I changed the name of this town
So you can't follow me down
And you can't touch me like before
And you can't make me want you more
I changed the name of this town

I changed the lock on my front door
I changed the number on my phone
I changed the kind of car I drive
I changed the kind of clothes I wear

I changed the tracks underneath the train
I changed the name of this town
I changed the name of this town
I changed the name of this town

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My Uncle - Lyrics - Flying Burrito Brothers

Title: My Uncle
Artist: Flying Burrito Brothers
Composer(s): Gram Parsons, Chris Hillman

Lyric:
A letter came today from the draft board
With trembling hands I read the questionnaire
It asked me lots of things about my mama and papa
Now that ain't what I call exactly fair

So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground

A sad old soldier once told me a story
About a battlefield that he was on
He said a man should never fight for glory
He must know what is right and what is wrong

So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground, oh yeah

Now, I don't know how much I owe my uncle
But I suspect, it's more than I can pay
He's askin' me to sign a three-year contract
I guess, I'll catch the first bus out today

So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground
That tends to keep a good man underground

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Another Town - Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

Title: Another Town
Artist: Tom T. Hall
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall

Lyric:
Loving you was just a storybook of fair
I've decided there ain't no real life anywhere
Soon I'll be a painted picture in the book of your mind
Another town is somewhere down the line

Another town another grocery store
Another town another set of swinging doors
And somehow I'm a little bit suspicious in my mind
It's another town that don't need my kind

Tell your mama she was sure a dandy
Cook tell your papa that I understood his looks
If I put it all together you're a piece that wouldn't fit
There's another town a comin' up I guess

Another town another grocery store
Another town another set of swinging doors
And somehow I'm a little bit suspicious in my mind
It's another town that don't need my kind

As I leave you let me leave you with this thought
Time is candy and we ate all that we bought
And teardrops they're just wrappers on the ground
That a new wind blows into another town

Another town another grocery store
Another town another set of swinging doors
And somehow I'm a little bit suspicious in my mind
It's another town that don't need my kind

Another town another grocery store
Another town another set of swinging doors
And somehow I'm a little bit suspicious in my mind
It's another town that don't need my kind

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Image Of Pimp - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: Image Of Pimp
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Anders K. Smidstad, Christian Garcia, Ronald Ray Bryant, Andreas Williee Paulsen

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah uhh
It's such a filthy game
It's such a dirty game
Da game don't ever change
My image is everything

Word around town is I pop these P's
Word around town is I hold these G's
Word around town is I blow these trees
Word around town is Baby Beesh
Pimpin' in high velocity, yall squares betta back up off me
'Cause we gonna do what the hell we do
Baby Bash the ghetto Socrates
Gettin' all these keys at playa prices
Top notch ho by da name of Icess
Soak it up qick 'cause da game is priceless
Money and mackin' is nuttin nice bitch
I'm out in Ohio man I missed my trial
Feds after me 'cause I serve this D
Got blessed as Golden child

You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore
Because of my image, I might call you a whore
You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disrespect

I dominate the ladies, insult the ladies
Some think that Oral Bee is badgering the ladies
I massage some ladies?but keep it on the hush
I'm a pimp, shit, I'm not supposed to have no crush
Met this lady, she was off the hook
A playa got hard off her sexy look
To my homies I said that she was crazy horny
And, like most bitches she was dumb and corny
Well, the truth is that this girl was mad intelligent
I wanted to follow her ass everywhere it went
Yeh suh! This mama turned me on
But then she met some slick-talkin' playa and was gone
He was a nasty playa who called her a queen
Now, I can't do that, I am a pimp-machine
Sometimes I wish that pretty bitch still was mine
But, I got the image of a pimp, and I stay true to it all the time?

You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore
Because of my image, I might call you a whore
You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disrespect

Image of a pimp is whut I got
Take a look at me girl I live it hard
I aint chose to rhyme my game is cold
Million dollar mouth piece have you bringin doe
Back to da daddy in a candy caddy
Wit a half bag of Afghanistan
'Cause me and Beesh see we blowin' big
Cant help us now 'cause we on it
Ohh look we slammin' da bom on it
Don't act like yo ass aint noticed it
I'm rollin' wit a bunch of hoggs
Yall ready know they like to ball
I get paid for sex give me the money on a daily basis
Have yo ass on the track till 8 in da morning
I'm a mack baby I aint savin' hoes

You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore
Because of my image, I might call you a whore
You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept, You gotta be open for some disrespect

Blow one
Now whut it do, what it do, is yo smokin' nephew
What it do, what it do, is yo smokin' nephew
What it do, what it do, is yo smokin' nephew

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My Turn - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: My Turn
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Robert Flores, John Stary

Lyric:
Get it right
You know everybody's talkin' about me and shit right now
Y'all wonder what I'm gonna do next
Well, check it out

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin', I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me

Everybody wants to know what Lil' Rob is soundin' like
The same way as always, homey, dynomite
They say, out of sight well then out of mind
Well, I'm out of sight but I'm in yo' mind and I don't mind
Homey, I'm just tryin' to keep with the times
Spit rhymes that are always on time and try to climb
They wanna hate on me for stupid ass shit
Pay them no mind, can't believe they're doin' that shit

I can't believe they're even cool with that shit
Supposed to be crazy homeboys and talk like a bitch
If you're not the kind of homey I could pull a crime with
Then you're not the kind of homeboy I could bust a rhyme with
And you're not the kind of homeboy I associate with
What'chu got bitch, I won't even negotiate with, shit

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin' I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me, it's my turn
I'm shootin' for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah
It's my turn
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin' at the top of the world

You can't stop me, I always continue to do my thing
No matter, what you do no matter what you bring
You're mad at me, for what? 'Cause I'm tryin'
To open the door so you can come up too you stupid fuck?
Come on homey, I'm as real as they come
Take a little bit of Pepsi mix it up with some rum
The kind of man to offer you a drink
And hold a conversation with you to see how you think

But uhh
Somethin' tells me that you're bluffin' me homes
That you're not, who you seem to be don't fuck with me homes
'Cause nowadays I can see you comin' a mile away
And I don't like your style eh
Okay

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin' I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me, it's my turn
I'm shootin' for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah
It's my turn
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin' at the top of the world

Goddamn, I gotta deal with everybody else puttin' me down
I've been puttin' in work for as long as I've been around
Just because I was brought up on the brown side of town
I rap with an accent and I got my own sound
Ey fuck it homey, I am who I am
One proud Mexican, 'En mi criste penaten'
Lowridin' down the avenue, doin what it is I do
Whether it appeals to you I gotta keep it real with you

How could I expect you to respect me any other way
Can I get a 'Si mon' can I get an 'Orale'
Andele, there we go
Shouts out to all my gente from here to Me-ji-co

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin' I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me, it's my turn
I'm shootin' for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah
It's my turn
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin' at the top of the world

You got somethin' to say, keep that shit to yourself mayne
It's my turn
You don't like me, don't play it, simple as that
And I just don't stop, see you at the top
That's right, you can do what you do I'll do what I do
And I just don't stop, see you at the top
And I just don't stop, see you at the top

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Cold Irons Bound - Lyrics - Time Out Of Mind - Bob Dylan

Title: Cold Irons Bound
Album: Time Out Of Mind
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
My love for her is taking such a long time to die

And I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
I'm twenty miles out of town, in cold irons bound

The walls of pride are high and wide
I can't see over to the other side
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It's sadder still to feel your heart torn away

One look at you and I'm out of control
Like the universe has swallowed me whole
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

There's too many people, too many to recall
I thought some of 'em were friends of mine
I was wrong about 'em all
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood

I found my world, found my world in you
But your love just hasn't proved true
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds
Reality has always had too many heads
Some things last longer than you think they will
There are some kind of things you can never kill

It's you and you only, I'm been thinking about
But you can't see in and it's hard lookin' out
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

Well the fats in the fire and the water's in the tank
And the whiskey's in the jar and the money's in the bank
I tried to love and protect you because I cared
I'm gonna remember forever the joy that we shared

Looking at you and I'm on my bended knee
You have no idea what you do to me
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

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Flinty Kind Of Woman - Lyrics - Dar Williams

Title: Flinty Kind Of Woman
Artist: Dar Williams
Composer(s): Dar Williams

Lyric:
It's a small town life and I like it
'Cause the bad don't get in your way
There's an angry god, they're gonna strike it
Yeah that's what we pay him for, that's why we pray

Well I guess the angry God he was a-fishing
When Molly called me up with the news
Within the space of a week yeah, a pervert or a sex freak
Let the kids take a peek, that's more than a little cheek

No pun intended, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you don't act smart and you don't touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go down

Well there was no time fooling with the trifles
So there was no use in telling the men
They would just go running for their rifles
And then once you got him couldn't get him again

So peg got a bolt of fishing tackle
And Marge got her gardening clips
And Sally Labiche put her hound on a leash
And the timer on the quiche, she's kind of nouveau riche

But we like her, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go down

It was the kids who spotted him a running
As we drove through the harbor fog
And that's when we got our engines gunning
'Cause we knew he was headed for the cranberry bog

We got our hip-high rubber boots strapped on
And molly got the big flashlights out
And by the welcome to new England sign
Got him with the fishing line in the dark smell of brine
Betty said this one is mine

She is ruthless, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you just say no and you don't touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go down

Well we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him
'Cause you don't have to take it so far
When your roots go back to old Salem
And you've got a local chapter of the Dar

And now I don't go tooting on my lobsters
'Cause your pride doesn't go with your plaid
But it's a victory won and it couldn't be done
By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky fun-in-the-sun

Braless wonders, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you know your place and you don't touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go down
If the young man wants to see the sun go down

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Cold Irons Bound (Live Version) - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Cold Irons Bound (Live Version)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
My love for her is taking such a long time to die

And I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
I'm twenty miles out of town, in cold irons bound

The walls of pride are high and wide
I can't see over to the other side
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It's sadder still to feel your heart torn away

One look at you and I'm out of control
Like the universe has swallowed me whole
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

There's too many people, too many to recall
I thought some of 'em were friends of mine
I was wrong about 'em all
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood

I found my world, found my world in you
But your love just hasn't proved true
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds
Reality has always had too many heads
Some things last longer than you think they will
There are some kind of things you can never kill

It's you and you only, I'm been thinking about
But you can't see in and it's hard lookin' out
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

Well the fats in the fire and the water's in the tank
And the whiskey's in the jar and the money's in the bank
I tried to love and protect you because I cared
I'm gonna remember forever the joy that we shared

Looking at you and I'm on my bended knee
You have no idea what you do to me
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound

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Outta My System - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: Outta My System
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jaron Alston, Jermaine Dupri, Rick James

Lyric:
Damn, I mean, I just keep thinkin' about you
I mean, I wanna move on but I can?t move on
It?s like you got some kinda hold on me and, man I don?t know
But I'ma go ahead and talk about it, listen

I'm sittin' lookin' out the window like damn
Tryna fix this situation that's at hand
You're still runnin' through my mind
When I'm knowin' that you shouldn't be
Me all on your mind and I'm knowin' that it couldn't be

'Cause you ain't called and I ain't even appalled
I still got a lotta pain, I ain't dealt wit it all
I been runnin' 'round with other chicks, I'm single and they lovin' it
I'm likin' it but I just want the one that I was in love with

That's not the end of it, I'm tryna let you go
I can't get a grip of it is what I'm tryna let you know
You got a hold or some kinda control of me
I don't know what it is but I gotta get you gone from me

I?m workin' at it and it ain't gettin' no better
Just tryna be like, yeah, forget it, whatever
Instead of starin' out this glass, lookin' at this bad weather
Damn, I gotta pull myself together 'cause

When I?m with somebody, all I think 'bout is you
When I?m all alone, that?s all I wanna do
I miss the smilin' faces in my Sidekick, outta town visits
All the time we spent together
Makes it hard to get you outta my system

And you know what you do to me, do to me
You don?t even understand, damn
And you know what you do to me, do to me
It?s so hard to get you outta my system

I?m too attached, my heart won?t let me fall back
I got it bad, that?s what you can call that
And when I see you in the streets, that?s the worse for me
Used to love the little things you did, that?s what works for me

It?s too major, don?t see you in my pager
Know what you doin', where you at or can I see you later?
The fellas tellin' me, ?Just let her go, Bow?
Believe me, I?m tryin', man, I just don?t know how

I be in all the top spots, leavin' with the hot shots
Knowin' they just want me 'cause I?m in the top spot
That?s not poppin' and my brain ain't stoppin'
Thinkin' who she with or where she goin', is she club hoppin'?

I never had this kind of problem in my life
This is my first time dealin' with this kind of fight
It?s every night and every flight and every time you in my sight
Damn, this ain't even right 'cause

When I?m with somebody, all I think 'bout is you
When I?m all alone, that?s all I wanna do
I miss the smilin' faces in my Sidekick, outta town visits
All the time we spent together
Makes it hard to get you outta my system

And you know what you do to me, do to me
You don?t even understand, damn
And you know what you do to me, do to me
It?s so hard to get you outta my system

Is it wrong for me to feel this way?
You been runnin' through my mind all day, can you feel me?
I been tryna get you off my mind
But I can't after all this time, that?s what kills me

Is it wrong for me to feel this way?
You been runnin' through my mind all day, can you feel me?
I been tryna get you off my mind
But I can't after all this time and it kills me

When I?m with somebody, all I think 'bout is you
When I?m all alone, that?s all I wanna do
I miss the smilin' faces in my Sidekick, outta town visits
All the time we spent together
Makes it hard to get you outta my system

And you know what you do to me, do to me
You don?t even understand, damn
And you know what you do to me, do to me
It?s so hard to get you outta my system

I remember everything that me and you talked about
Me and you had our whole life planned out together
And if I could, I would turn back the hands of time
And correct all my mistakes that I ever did

But now I guess I gotta move on, right?
It?s still hard and I still love you to this day
Peace

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I Can'T Get You (Out Of My Mind) - Lyrics - Another Level - Blackstreet

Title: I Can'T Get You (Out Of My Mind)
Album: Another Level
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Wesley Hoggs, Teddy Riley, James Simmons, Eric Williams, Cliff Lighty

Lyric:
W L O R F A
It's alright, baby

I can't get you out of my mind
Your love is one of a kind
You've given so much of yourself
I swear, don't want nobody else

Baby don't you know
That I'll do anything for you
I'll give you my time, give you my heart
Give you the world, if you want me to

Life hasn't been easy
Knowing that you love somebody else
Ain't nothing I can do about it
All I have to blame is myself and I can't

I can't get you out of my mind
Your love is one of a kind
You've given so much of yourself
I swear, don't want nobody else

I thought I had you fooled with the girls and the things
That I was putting down
But little did I know Miss Thang was spreading
Business all over town

I don't know what she told you
But I bounced upon the love one time
I took her to my house, laid her on the couch
Set it affray, then threw her ass out

(So what about the girl in the 6-4)
She didn't mean a damn thing to me, baby
She needed a ride from the jam
And being the man that I am, I said, "You can"

(And what about the girl in the drop-top
With the lollipop at the light by the bus stop)
You must have been fooled into thinkin' the kid was slack
Girl I did my thing, but now I want my baby back, girl I can't

I can't get you out of my mind
Your love is one of a kind
You've given so much of yourself
I swear, don't want nobody else

Damn, just picked the wrong time to mess up
From the time you left me
Up into this moment
I just couldn't get you off my mind

But I know if we could start all over again
I know things won't be the same
I can make it better
I swear, I swear

I can't get you out of my mind
Your love is one of a kind
You've given so much of yourself
I swear, don't want nobody else

I can't get you out of my mind
Your love is one of a kind
You've given so much of yourself
I swear, don't want nobody else

I can't get you out of my mind

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40 - My Drinking Club - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - My Drinking Club
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Kevin Q. Gardner, Louis King, Robert Lee Redwine Jr., Dulon Stevens, Earl Thomas Stevens

Lyric:
Step right up, from the East to the West, from the North to the South
Sign up right here, your scheduled membership to the drinkin' club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

E-40 in the C L I C, stuck up in the house party top celebrity
Burpin' and gurpin', gel chin the bourbon, lurkin' around I'm seein'
All kinda broads from outta town, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses
Plus the perpetual Jahahnjawel priestess
Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade
Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie

Tryin' to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays
If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways
What kind of motherfuckin' perculatoins you niggaz
Got up in the refrigerator

Who wanna join my drinkin' club, sign up the legislature might
Not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money
You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny
You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub
Beat your ass, my drinking club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest
I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous
Oh girl, now pass the joint to the nigga, big head
Where I hear about your scheamin' but the rotations I don't jinn
Who dog sin? Big fin is what I'm rollin'

You know how I do, I got bunny boo, boo, grippin' and totin'
Fools be pimpin', we guaranteed to have you spittin'
Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin' secure out my linen
I'm nothin' but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar
Tearin' down pussy walls in your motherfuckin' daughter

M O S, S I E, M U G and K I V, always to with E-40
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
Motherfuckers better know we gets down like that
Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin' cup bitch

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

So damn deep, I can't call it, I guess I'm just an alkaholic
Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit, ya Hillside hillbilly vomit
Back and forth to the bathroom constantly all the actors gather up
And watch me get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry
Go on my body and throw up on the bartender

Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par, treat the whole party
By buyin' up the bar sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppies, Medusas, better prepare
Myself for the upset stomach, oh, stop by the M.P.
On the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol

Step right up now last call for alcohol
Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya, monsters

That's right, 'cause when we and my motherfuckin' entourage
Get together and we come back from a motherfuckin' concert
And the after party jumpin' off, I wanna see IDs, we got video cameras
We checkin' all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however
Ya, understand that you better have your membership card
If you wanna come join my motherfuckin' drinkin' club
Understand that bitch

It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinking club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit, that's right
I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck
Throw up, and drink again

It's the drinking club, we gets to' back main
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinking club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit
I wanna get high

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

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Big Black Caddy - Lyrics - Grandmaster Flash

Title: Big Black Caddy
Artist: Grandmaster Flash
Composer(s): Larry Dukes, Joseph Saddler, Guy Todd Williams

Lyric:
Hey girl, you need a lift
Ah, ha
I got this big black Caddy outside
To take you wherever you want to go

Oh, really
You wanna see it?
Yeah
Oh what's that

My big black Caddy, Caddy
My big black Caddy, Caddy

Hey girl,you wanna take a little spin
Well just hop on because you can't get in
But just be careful how you
(Sit down)
Or I'll make you
(Get down)

I'll even be your chauffeur and drive you from town to town
You ought to be glad that I let you cum
The only kind of gas I ever use is premium
As we were driving to our destination on a quest

She said, "May I relax on your big head rest?"
Now we listened to her favorite song, relaxed and laid back
As I drove, her to Jersey on my big black Cadillac

My big black Caddy, Caddy
My big black Caddy, Caddy

Now when I'm drivin' down deep dark tunnels on slick wet roads
That's when I put my black Caddy in cruise control
You fellas Caddy's on the side of the road, then go tow it
Because my horn is workin' fine, don't believe me
Come blow it

Not Mercedes, BMW, Porsche or Masarati, it's a big fat stretch
I'm tellin' everybody
(My big black Caddy)
Yo, I know ain't nothing wrong with your hearin'
And I got a strong back that provides the power steering

The fellas all, the ladies all
(Jealous, want it)
You can't get in it but you all can ride on it

My big black Caddy, Caddy
My big black I drives a Caddy, Caddy

A uh, uh, well, it's not the kind of Caddy that runs on gas
It's the kind of Caddy that runs on
(Ass)
The ladies waitin' in line to keep polished and shined
It's designed so they never make one like mine

It's rammed through many towns
Really got around
(Did work, done damage)
And it never broke down

My Cadillac is great, earth's 8th wonder of the world
Take it out my garage and scare the
(Shit out of girls)
It's big, you dig but there no need to panic
'Cause the Caddy's fully loaded and it's aerodynamic

My big black Caddy, Caddy
My big black I drives a Caddy, Caddy

Joy-riding with my Caddy, cold chillin', gettin' loose
When I saw this fly girl who needed a boost
So I dipped into her bumpers with skill and with class
She screamed, "Harder, won't you give me just a little more gas"

Doin' my best so she wouldn't feel inferior
She said, "I like your nice plush vinyl exterior"
She was holdin' on tighter than a figure-four leg lock

This is what she said the first time she saw the jock
Who Johnny Carson, your Caddy's so large
But you can park your Cadillac in my greasy garage

My big black Caddy, Caddy
My big black I drives a Caddy, Caddy

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Don'T Waste My Time - Lyrics - Little Big Town

Title: Don'T Waste My Time
Artist: Little Big Town
Composer(s): Karen Fairchild Childers, Irene Rebecca Kelley, James Lee Westbrook, Kimberly Roads, Clay Mills, Phillip Sweet

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Lyric:
I've been here before
It only made me cry
I felt so sure
I never questioned why

Till I woke up alone
That's why I have to ask you
Baby, what's behind your kiss?
I need to know your heart's in this

I'm waiting for the kind of love
That is strong enough
To walk through anything
So don't waste my time
(Don't waste my time)

I only wanna play for keeps
Wanna fall in deep
If you don't just say goodbye
Don't waste my time

The words you say
Are what I wanna hear
Promises you make
Are music to my ears

Is it the heat
Of the moment talking?
Promises come easily
Give me something to believe

I'm waiting for the kind of love
That is strong enough
To walk through anything
So don't waste my time
(Don't waste my time)

I only wanna play for keeps
Wanna fall in deep
If you don't just say goodbye
Don't waste my time
Time, time, time
(Time, time, time)

I'm waiting for the kind of love
That is strong enough
To walk through anything
So don't waste my time
(Don't waste my time)

I only wanna play for keeps
Wanna fall in deep
If you don't just say goodbye
Don't waste my time

I'm waiting for the kind of love
That is strong enough
To walk through anything
So don't waste my time
(Don't waste my time)

I only wanna play for keeps
Wanna fall in deep
If you don't just say goodbye
Don't waste my time

Yeah, yeah
Don't waste my time

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