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| 6:36 | 
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To the carpenter and the dainty bride
The grass appears greener on the other side So let's clarify before we unite That the grass in never greener on the other side To the carpenter said the dainty bride I pledge to you my love tonight But I will not hesitate to euthanize If the grass becomes greener on the other side Said the carpenter to the dainty bride I would never do a thing to jeopardize This union I consider prize Grass never will be greener on the other side To the preacher man said the dainty wife He thought the grass was greener on the other side So I buried in his belly my butcher knife And ended these years of wretched strife Said the preacher man to the guilty wife Though the law may give you twenty years to life Pray forgiveness in the Father's eyes And the grass just may be greener on the other side |
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| 2. |
| 1:54 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:37 |
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I once had an icecube
Purty little icecube Now it's gone Now it's gone Her name was Mary Purty little ice cube Now she's gone Now she's gone She was so shiny, My purty little icecube Now she's gone Where she gone? She's gone with the others The shiny little icecubes Movin' on. Movin' on. She's gone Doesn't nothin' ever last forever? I miss my icecube Purty little icecube Since she's withdrawn I held her in my hand My chilly little icecube Was it wrong? Was it wrong? She slipped away My moist little icecube To oblivion, oblivion She left me standing With tears on my face On the lawn So I wrote this song Purty little icecube Where have you gone? Doesn't nothing ever last forever? Now she's gone Nothing ever lasts forever Doesn't nothing ever last forever? It's been declared That it's not wise To prize something too much I just wish to find something to Flaunt the right to Touch so gently Doesn't nothing ever last forever? |
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| 4. |
| 7:15 |
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I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel
I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun I'm Rapscallion When I was young and shiny boy, I tried to dig my way to China I met the Rapscallion, En route from South Carolina Then he told me: <i>[4x]</i> "I don't like, I don't like you" I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I'm Rapscallion He said "I'm searching for a colored man" I said "what colors have you seen?" He said "I seen 'em black and brown and red But, but, but the one I seek is green" Then he told me: <i>[4x]</i> "I don't like, I don't like you" I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I'm Rapscallion I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz <i>[7x]</i> I'm Rapscallion |
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| 7:55 |
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My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy.
Let me tell you why. He's the epitome of neighborly. My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy. Let me tell y'all why. He drips personality. My friend Fats, he's a heck of a Joe. You should watch him go, Bopping in the band shine With a bota pag of fried wine. My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy. Let me tell you why. He's lowbrow nobility. My friend Fats, he's a jovial sort. When he's holding court, The anecdotes go round And the lager goes down. My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy. And just as long as he's high He has no anxiety About his chemical dependencies. Fats has no concerns About the candle that burns Both ends simultaneous, Both ends simultaneous. My friend Fats, he's a hell fo a guy. Let me tell y'all why. Not much for ponctuality, But heck on debauchery. Fats, he's a hell of a man, Can't y'all understand. Him taunting his mortality, He's unnerved by sobriety. |
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