Well this is my back yard - my back gate I hate to start my parties late Here's the party cart - ain't that great? That ain't the best part baby - just
He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play
Skint in a material world I did a warehouse stint for south sea girl It was Hong Kong clothes for cash Everybody got treated worse than trash Punch the
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just
Well he's a big star now But I've been a fan of his for years The way he sings and plays guitar Still brings me to tears I wouldn't want to be a big
There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane
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There's nothing I can do Nothing I can say You'll do what you want to You'll go your own sweet way You'll go your own sweet Your own sweet way You'll
Well, he's got to be assertive But never dominate But he's got to be receptive He understand he must relay And if you get too much protection You feel
What do you know about the hammer and the spike What do you know about the farm You don't know You don't know what it's like Because you don't know You
Me and my best friend Lillian And her blue tick hound dog Gideon, Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade Singin every song the radio played
I don't want to hear a love song I got on this airplane just to fly And I know there's life below But all that it can show me Is the prairie and
Goin' down to the delta Where I can have my fun Goin' down to the delta Where I can have my fun Where I can drink my white lightnin', gamble I can bring
The reason why, oh I can say I have to let you go babe and ride away After what you do, I can't stay on And I'll probably feel a whole lot better When
Lost on the river, dark is the night Just like the blind, praying for site Drifting alone, heart filled with fright I'm lost on the river the river of
What do you know about the hammer and the spike? What do you know about the farm? You don't know, you don't know what it's like Because you don't know