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from Southern Culture On The Skids - Liquored Up And Laquered Down (2000)
Well out on the bypass
Not too far, There's a joint that's a jumpin' When they close up the bars Well if walls could talk Man, the stories they'd tell Holding up the roof on a cheap motel Holding up the roof on a cheap motel You can rent 'em all night But they're cheaper by the hour The towels are clean But they still smell sour The night clerk's smiling 'Cause he's usually stoned But you can do out there What you can't do at home There's a cigarette burn On the table by the bed And a king James bible That's never been read If walls could talk Man, the stories they'd tell Holding up the walls on a cheap motel Holding up the walls on a cheap motel They got a cinder block wall So you can't be seen Walking out naked By the ice machine Keep it hush-hush Cause you never can tell Who you'll see walking 'Round a cheap motel There's a cigarette burn On the table by the bed And a king James bible That's never been read If walls could talk Man, the stories they'd tell Holding up the roof on a cheap motel Holding up the roof on a cheap motel Hey! Just holdin' up the roof Just a-holdin' up the roof on a cheap motel |
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from Southern Culture On The Skids - Liquored Up And Laquered Down (2000)
Corn liquor
It sure can burn Corn liquor Makes your stomach turn Corn liquor Makes you go hog wild Corn liquor Is just my style Now way back in the woods Where I come from My daddy had a still And my momma had a gun Yonder came the sheriff Tried to make us run Momma shot him dead Now I'm her only son Everybody got something to lose Hey everybody Everybody's got something to lose A shot of that stuff'll make you lose yours too Corn liquor I'm saying corn liquor Everybody got something to lose Hey everybody Everybody got something to lose A shot of that stuff'll make you lose yours too Corn liquor It sure can burn Corn liquor Makes your stomach turn Corn liquor Makes you go hog wild Corn liquor Is just my style Now momma's back in prison It's life without parole And daddy's down in Georgia Selling pecan roll I'm back in this hollow Just playin' my fiddle And selling my corn liquor To the poor sheriff's widow Corn liquor It sure can burn Corn liquor Makes your stomach turn Corn liquor Makes you go hog wild Corn liquor Is just my style Corn liquor I'm sayin' corn liquor It's that corn liquor It's that corn liquor Corn liquor |
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from Southern Culture On The Skids - Liquored Up And Laquered Down (2000)
Got himself a peach colored leisure suit
Hundred dollar bills stuffed in floor shined boots Smelling like a mint flavored soda pop Sure smelling sweet when the weather gets hot You got a dime He's got a dollar He's the king of corn Born from way back in Nerhada Call him the King of the Mountain A blue rich business man Easin' in a Pentacon tractor Doin' the best that he can Bought himself a camera down in Gunthersville Bought it with the money from a moonshine still Hey hillbilly blue way on back on red Always gotta cold Diet Pepsi in his fist You got a dime He's got a dollar He's the king of corn Born from way back in Nerhada Call him the King of the Mountain A blue rich business man Easin' in a Pentacon tractor Doin' the best that he can You drink it by the glass, you can buy it by the jar He told my sister that he'd make her a star His cash flow is about a hundred proof Just opened up a line of tanning booths You got a dime He's got a dollar He's the king of corn Born from way back in Nerhada Call him the King of the Mountain A blue rich business man Easin' in a Pentacon tractor Doin' the best that he can And if ya cousin stops by be sure to give a holler They call him the King of the Mountain A blue rich business man Easin' in a Pentacon tractor Doin' the best that he can |
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from I Know What You Did Last Summer The Album (1997)
My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin'
Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin' Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! Strip of jerky, long and lean Serve it up with a side of me My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin' Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! She's the one, she's crazy and wild Knocked me off with the hip in her style My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin' Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! Got the number of the bathroom store It was late but she took my call Come on baby won't you give me a kiss She not may see me through the bold of this She's a meaner in a house on hill Kicks me in bed, to the big old VIP I rolled it up, oh baby you're so sweet And there's a running naked in a country hip She's the one, she's crazy and wild Knocked me off with the hip in her style My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin' Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin' Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin' Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! She's a meaner in a house on hill Kicks me in bed, to the big old vip I rolled it up, oh baby you're so sweet And there's a running naked in a country hip She's the one, she's crazy and wild Knocked me off with the hip in her style My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin' Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin' Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee! My baby, my baby My baby, my baby |
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from The Dukes Of Hazzard OST [ost] (2005)
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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from Beavis And Butt-Head Do America (비비스와 버트헤드) [ost] (1995)
White trash you don't call me that baby
You know i love you baby Don't you think just maybe The way you talking to me Would send a chill right through me White trash don't call me that White trash don't call me that You saw me on the wagon You hitch me to your wagon The way you talking to me Will send a chill right through me White trash don't call me that White trash don't call me that White trash don't call me that I can still smell the sh*t in your hair I don't matter what kind of Perfume that you wear You have been living in the Backwoods hamburger shack You can take a bad p*ss Cuz your'e leaking trash |
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