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Are you ready boots?
Start walkin' Yee Haw come on Let's go You keep sayin you got somethin for me Well officer I don't mind to say you do Now your lookin right where I thought you'd be looking Legs come handy when law's in front of you These boots are made for walkin And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you You believe you've stopped me for a reason (uh) Now I'm pretending my bendings just for fun You keep playin where I got you playin (yeah) These double - D initals work to run These boots are made for walkin And that's just what they'll do One of theses days these boots are gonna walk all over you I'm the girl with the good ol' boys who don't mean you no harm Just got my way with hazzard county charm There aint no crime in havin a little fun Swerve my stride bat my sexy eyes Where my boots at?(hah) Strut ya stuff come on Hey ya'll Wanna come and see something (uh uh, uh uh) Can't touch, can I get a hand clap for the way I work my back(with the daisy dukes) Tick tock all around the clock drop it Push ya tush, just like that Can I get a sooey? Can I get a yehaw? You keep thinkin' what you shouldn't be thinkin' another two buttons down til you kissin' the ground I'm a gonna send you back home as you crying (yeah) Uncle Jesse sure is gonna be proud(uh,uh) These boots are made for walkin And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you These boots are made for walkin And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk.... all... o...ver...you Come on boots Start walking Come on ladies Hey ya'll Wanna come and see something (uh uh, uh uh) Can't touch, can I get a hand clap for the way I work my back (with the daisy dukes) Tick tock all around the clock drop it Push ya tush, just like that Can I get a sooey(sooey) Can I get a yehaw (yehaw) Come on Willie (ohh yeah, owww) Yehaw Willie Nelson everybody (uh) Let's go home now (sooey, yehaw. sooey, yehaw. sooey, yehaw.) |
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Well you've heard about love givin' sight to the blind
My baby's lovin' cause the sun to shine she's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy she's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy Yeah I love my baby, my heart and soul love like ours won't never grow old she's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy she's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy Yeah I love my baby to belong and lean you mess with her, you'll see a man gettin' mean she's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy she's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy guitar solo 1 Well I love my baby like the finest wine Stick with her until the end of time she's my sweet little thing, she's my pride amd joy she's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy Yeah I love my baby, my heart and soul love like ours will never grow old she's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy she's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy |
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Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me Well there ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me And I ain't hidin' from nobody Nobody's hidin' from me Oh, that's the way its supposed to be Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia I don't know Well I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home But I don't love me no one woman So I can't stay in Georgia long Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Oooh Mr Breeze |
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I'm outta money, outta hope & it looks like self-destruction. I got the pedal 2 the floor & my life is runnin' faster. Well, how much more can we take with all of this corruption? We're flirtin w/ disaster & ya'll know what it means. And when we play with our lives, it makes no sense to me. I don't know about yourself, or what you plan to be, yeah. We're gamblin' with our time & choose our destiny. I'm travelin' down that lonesome road. (& you know what I'm talkin about) Yeah, and I try to turn my head away. Feel like I'm draggin' a heavy load. Feel about the same most every day Speedin' down the fast lane, & honey we're playin' from town 2 town. The boys & I been burnin' it up, can't seem to slow it down. Got a side-step straight ahead, but I ain't sure what we're after. Got the pedal to the floor our lives are running faster. Flirtin' w/ Disaster ya'll damn sure know what I mean. I don't know about yourself, or what you plan to be, yeah. You know, but when we play w/ our lives, it makes no sense to me. We're gamblin' with our time & choose our destiny. We're travelin' down that lonesome road. Flirtin' w/ Disaster every day *(and UR2 baby, huh huh). Feel like we're draggin' a heavy load. Yeah, and I try to turn my head away. *(It ain't for everybody.....aw, come on man |
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I was there when the men came, and told us all the news
Father forgive them for they know not what they do Till they walk a while, a country mile In my hillbilly shoes You want to judge me by the whiskey on my breath You think you know me but you ain't seen nothing yet Till you walk a while, a country mile In my hillbilly shoes In my hillbilly shoes You work all day in the muck and the mire Dance a little jig and a stomp by the fire Ain't too much these boots can't do Might even kick a little sense into you Well I'm going up cripple creek going in a run Going up cripple creek to have a little fun Law man said they found some tracks People saw them leavin but they never come back Oh, you don't know me, you don't know, you don't know you don't know Till you walk a while, a country mile In my hillbilly shoes In my hillbilly shoes |
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Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam) The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam) She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam) The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam) I said Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam) You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-Lam) She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam) And she's always ready (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) She's from Birmingham (Bam-ba-Lam) Way down in Alabam' (Bam-ba-Lam) Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam-ba-Lam) Boy, she makes me sing (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty BAM-BA-LAM |
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If your dick is big or your dick is tiny
It don't matter if your wig's on straight If you show up early you're probably too late Cuz it's soul city it's soul city The shoes are big but the women are bigger And the pantyhose make em' look like wiggers Rolled up hiked up by the knees Got the party dress on can you smell my breeze Cuz it's soul city it's soul city Come on and enjoy my botox (?) Sitting on a stack of cinderblocks It's soul city yeah it's soul city It's soul city yeah it's soul city It don't matter if your pants are shiny If your dick is big or your dick is tiny It don't matter if your wig's on straight If you show up early you're probably too late Cuz it's soul city it's soul city Come on and enjoy my botox Sitting on a stack of cinderblocks Soul city yeah soul city yeah |
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Just two good ol' boys, never meanin' no harm
Beats all you never saw, been in trouble with the law Since the day they was born Straightenin' the curves, flattenin' the hills Someday the mountain might get 'em but the law never will Makin' their way, the any way they know how That's just a little bit more than the law will allow Makin' their way, the any way they know how That's just a little bit more than the law will allow Just two good ol' boys, wouldn't change if they could Fightin' the system like a true modern day Robin Hood |
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