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Gourds lyrics
Boil my Strings lyrics
Living down here they throw me down and count me
I'm making this up, it keeps my feathers clean
and the black boys they kick my ass and tell me
that the women their ruby lips are dry.
I get angry and I get sad
and I lose this sweetness that I used to have
and I boil my strings
to get them back to gold
sleeping in here they give me plenty to eat
don't make trouble, make something with the concrete
so I fill my pipes with it to break them black boys heads
Lord, but I wish I had a gun.
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Piss and Moan lyrics
Caledonia lyrics
Dying of the Pines lyrics
Jenny Brown (Sweet Beak) lyrics
Clear Night lyrics
Sweet lil Lub lyrics
When Wine was Cheap lyrics
Money Honey lyrics
Honduras lyrics
Dark and True lyrics
Pinetar Rampart lyrics
Makes me Roll lyrics
Trampled by the Sun lyrics
Web before you walk into It lyrics
I Come Up lyrics
All the Labor lyrics
Lament lyrics
Plaid Coat lyrics
Magnolia lyrics
Stadium Blitzer lyrics
Coppermine lyrics
Maria lyrics
Raining in Port Arthur lyrics
Dyin' Diamond lyrics
When the money comes rolling in lyrics
I ate the Haggis lyrics
Cold Bed lyrics
Pushed Her Down lyrics
Pine Island Bayou lyrics
I Like Drinking lyrics
LGO lyrics
Up On High lyrics
Ghosts Of Hallelujah lyrics
Gangsta Lean lyrics
County Orange lyrics
Ladies Choice lyrics
January 6 lyrics
Pair Of Goats lyrics
Fine Leather Truck lyrics
Bean Bowl lyrics
My Time, Yer Time lyrics
Son Of Bum lyrics
The Flat Baritone lyrics
(The new way of) GRIEVIN' & SMOKIN' lyrics
Rugged Roses lyrics
Lowlands lyrics
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