Fester on your hotel blind And a country road come off the wall And swoop down on the crowd at the bar And put me at the top of your danger list Just
clear the floor and ask me to dance I just want a man who gives some back Who talks to me and not my rack I just want man whose spirit is free To
a trip with me in 1913 To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall And the miners are having their big Christmas
, big Yank count bank Movin' work out the country, you think I'm Big Hank Forty-eight waist with bass, all in your face I be there, in the atmosphere
by Lucifer, But my spirit is so big like my lyrics is a message after Christopher, I feel like the track is made by Lucifer. But my spirit is so big
I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion No woman gets struck in the boundaries Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release
smile from your face And hide it in your heart, And keep it hid away just for me. And when you see me coming down That lonesome road toward you, Open up your
-Mart, my mind on the country roads [Chorus 2x - Nappy Roots] I just wanna goooo On the country roads and get blowwwwed On the country roads again rolllll Been on the country
trip with me in 1913, To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country. I will take you to a place called Italian Hall, Where the miners are having their big
of the Lord's staff, an English Angel, is angry about the Lord's inexplicably cavalier treatment of his country, which did, after all, win those two Big
Fester on your hotel blind And a country road come off the wall And swoop down at the crowd at the bar And put me at the top of your danger list Just
unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to
those other clowns disappear Taught me how to set the scope, shoot and leave with the deer Man made me drink the blood, and showed me life was precious
and the quiet country towns Working together like spokes inside a wheel They keep this country turning around Hello Kansas wheat field farmer, let me thank you for your
your family in front of a firing squad So to feed your kids, I need these bricks 40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I [sniff] Shit, this is good
Big Gipp] Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and dem spirits
And now, here he is, the star of our show, Dick Clark." "Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country." - JOHN F. KENNEDY