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| 2. |
| 3:18 |
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| 3. |
| 2:25 |
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| 4. |
| 4:16 |
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| 5. |
| 3:06 | 
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well i come from down
in some dirt-water town where theres nothin to do and nothing cool around spent lonely days learnin bout life goin wrong as sung to me in dead mans song never been nowhere aint no where to go just pray your not around when i finally explode 'cause sometimes it feels like everyone arounds out to get me so leave me alone 'cause im full of hate and whisky one day my dady said boy you look like hell get a restraiing order against yourself and my moma asked what would jesus do i said he wouldnt give a damn he'd be just like you 'cause sometimes it feels like everyone arounds out to get me so leave me alone 'cause im full of hate and whisky |
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| 6. |
| 3:16 |
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I'm a lazy white boy
too tired to cook my own grits lazy white boy sick, i aint taken no shit yeah lazy white boy lazy white boy babies burning calling me to reach deep aint gonna move no time to lose this lazy white boy on a mission to prove hes a a lazy white boy too tired to cook my own grits lazy white boy sick, i aint taken no shit yeah hes a a lazy white boy god made me the man lazy white boy hell, i bet he wishes he hadn't lazy white boy solo and repeat chorus |
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| 7. |
| 2:44 |
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| 8. |
| 3:22 |
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| 9. |
| 1:57 |
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| 10. |
| 2:43 |
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Got up this morning
Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah Got my foot through the floor Tearing up the city all night long, oh yeah Spent all my money on cheap sensations Feeling like the king of the barbecue nation Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah Well, the bullets are flying But the chicken is frying all around, amen And I'm out in my Malibu I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been Cruising south 85 to buy some thrills Gotta get a heaping helping of heaven and hell Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah Just when I had enough, can't take no more Got a new friend knocking at the door He said the sun's coming up but the party ain't slowing Here's a little something to get you going Well, the bullets are flying But the chicken is frying all around, amen And I'm out in my Malibu I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been Spent all my money on cheap sensations Feeling like the king of the barbecue nation Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah |
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| 11. |
| 3:19 |
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Church house, chicken house
School house, outhouse On U.S. Number Nineteen Yeah, the people keep the city clean They go to Nutbush Nutbush Nutbush City Nutbush City Limits Twenty-five is the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it Go to town on Saturday Go to church on a Sunday Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit No whiskey for sale Can't find a female Salt pork and molasses All you gonna get when in jail Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit Go field on weekday Go picnic on Labor Day Go to town on Saturday Go to church on a Sunday Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit Little old town down in Tennessee A quiet little suburban community Nothing much happening in Nutbush You watch the corn grow You gotta watch out for the police When you're driving in Nutbush You gotta watch out for the police When you're driving in Nutbush You gotta watch out for the police When you're driving in Nutbush Keep an eye for the police Eye for the police, Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit |
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| 12. |
| 3:09 |
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| 13. |
| 3:53 |
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