Siyayibiza Ye! As'hambeni. Hayi 'Ngane (We are calling: hey! let's go child of. Yam ashangane the Shangaan). Oh the river is wide. And the water is deep.
I woke up early in my hotel room. Waiting for my alarm to go. I think about the things I've gotta do. Damn, my mind is gonna blow. . I'm freaking out about what's ahead.
Game must be focused upon, game. If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin'. (What you say). If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin', game. (Then spit it).
Parody of Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer by Elmo & Patsy (R. Brook), Kris Publishing Co./Elmo Publishing (SESAC). New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd and Bruce Burch, La-Po Music (BMI)/Bruce Burch Publishing (SESAC).
Well, a couple of good friends of mine, Elmo and Patsy, wrote me. And said they'd written the perfect country Christmas comedy song. I said, "No, you didn't, you didn't mention nothing about".
Now he's a wonder boy toy. Had a major win spurt. Likes the hershey highway. And readin' Martha Stewart. . He's winin' lots of races baby. and the coveted Winston Cup.
Be very very quiet, we are huntin' somethin'. . Me and Harold Muffert were outdoors men. Set in our backwoods ways. Both members of the huntin' club. Both active in the NRA.
She's been playin' them low life honky tonks. For thirty years in Texas. She's sick and tired of all them Reba songs. They keep requestin'. . She's about to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out.
She's been playin' them low life honky tonks. For thirty years in Texas. She's sick and tired of all them Reba songs. They keep requestin'. . She's about to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out.
With so much drama in the L-B-C. It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G. But I, I somehow, some way-hay. Keep comin up funky ass shit man every single day, and.
Hainita sta in cui. Afara soare nu-i. Nimic nu-i bun de cand. Ma gandesc la Ghita. Dar Ghita nu-i in sat. Eu m-am interesat. Imi pare ca-i plecat. Dupa granita.
I saw my problems. And I see the light. We gotta lovin' thing. We gotta feed it right. . There ain't no danger. We can't go too far. We start believin' now.
Some folks always get the rough ride. Seem they end up on the wrong side. Constant battle just to survive on any given day. . Watched a mother on my TV.
If tomorrow all the things were gone. I'd worked for all my life,. And I had to start agian. with just my children and my wife,. I'd thank my lucky stars.
Don't you fuck with me don't you pull me down. don't shit in my face don't you drag me around. don't spit in my eye don't you scream at me. don't piss in my mouth don't you look at me.
At the bottom of Green Mountain William Deacon stands and stares into the rain. With coal grey eyes yellow teeth and a face that shows the strain. Of his fight against the people who would cut Green Mountain down.
It's good to touch the green green grass of home. The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. There to meet me is my mama and papa.
I have thought I was a big big man much too big to cry. Then I fell in love with you thought you loved me too then you said goodbye. I can't forget the day that you walked away from your love I'll never be free.
Just at the close of a bright summer day just as the twilight had faded away. Soft on the breeze like the cool of a dove someone was singin' an old song of love.
Since you've gone the moon the sun the stars in the sky know the reason why I cry. Love divine once was mine now you've gone. Since you've gone my heart my lips my tear dimmed eyes a lonely soul within me cries.