This town was built on miles of hope and I dare you to give one reason to stay and maybe I wonA't go away. So far you only dared me once and I think we
This town was built on miles of hope and I dare you to give one reason to stay and maybe I won't go away. So far you only dared me once and I think we
and she a beast in bed And when she fucks she talks pussy's deep and wet And I don't need the taxes, I don't sweat the bitch And sworn it, damn it, that
I want to And I'll fill her up, put my foot down, law some rubber on the ground Miles and miles of long white lines and red taillights and fast food
Trouble minds and troubled times, stacks, I'm trying to double mine I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple of nines Me and tracks back to back, circle
I know people that died in them schools Now what is the survivor to do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa
pretence And took the proffered bowl of water heated up and washed And sipped my coffee in its tiny cup And then with much "merci-ing" and bowing and shaking of hands We left
winked and mounted, stirred his Horse into a lather He never looked back... guess it really didn't matter It wasn't too long till a team of Texas Rangers
This Texas town is still the same That small town smell is creepin' in Reminds me of what we were back when Ten years pass and nothin's changed This Texas town is
say treasons a reason I'll be found dead cuz you turned on PG,..and spit in their face they gave you a home away from ya birthplace and having traits
pool I know people that died in them schools Now what is the survivor to do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa
on buck in that candy 6, and I keep that thing real handy bitch! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don'
to believe in I'm seein that they ain't me I'll wreck pollo beat for no apparent reason And I think it's huntin season So I'm cockin back and squeezin
. There?s rivers and mountains and lots of snow, And the trees are evergreen. We could live in a house of logs, An old boy from Texas and his scrawny
Long Island, New York and landed near Paris, France. The flight took thirty three and a half hours. Of course, he had to be awake the entire time, and
