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Ray Scott My Kind Of Music

the leading role I said "That's my man" she said, "Who's he?" I jumped up and said, "Girl, we gotta go" She don't like to play my kinda music She's

Uncle Sam ain't wipin' this boy's behind Ain't no government cheese on my plate I'm makin' my way Repeat Chorus Yeah I'm makin' my way, I know how my

come here to talk I could whisper you're my angel, 'cause that's sure what I'm thinkin' now But I'd rather tell you that I love you without a word from my

My poor Mom was in labor 12 hours and I was born around 6:00 AM For the time it took her to bring me in this world, you'd've thought the girl was gonna

Go on and cry, tears are a short cut to healing I don't need to ask why You're feeling that pain that you're feeling There's only one reason you'd be

or I've bought the farm I got my shades pulled down and there's a week's worth of papers in my yard Hey, what was that, did I just hear somebody call my

ain't nothin' that can truly be done Well, I'm gonna tell ya'll a little story about the day I set out to leave As I was loadin' up and sayin' my good

you're gone either way Chorus: I don't need the hurt from hangin' on To someone who's got one foot out the door And I can't waste another minute of my