, cry on, baby, cry on Baby, just cry, cry on Well, I've done all I can to hold on You're only gonna find me gone So, baby, cry on, baby, cry on You
Vertaling: Little Texas. Huil.
kick your ass through your leather pants i'ma wizard i sold wicked hex's and made your nutsac bigger than texas and as you cry how fragile it gets i'
STARTED SINGING' THAT OLE TEXAS LULLABY YIPPEE YI LITTLE DOGGIE ROLL ALONG ROLL ALONG YIPPEE YI LITTLE DOGGIE TAKE ME HOME, TAKE ME HOME IT'S SO COLD ON
this old town (This awful town) There's a place I know Folks won't pass me by Dallas, Texas, that's the town I cry (Oh, hear me cry) And I'm going
hit it i spit it for the real G's who be out on the grind who hustle cuz' dollar signs is all they got on they mind get your money nigga, if you dont
lot of changes If it was left up to me 'Cause what this country needs Is a little more steel guitar And put a little fiddle right in the middle Straight out of a Texas
little romance Was on the strict Q.T. So if you want your freedom P.D.Q. Divorce me C.O.D. I won't be around To hear you cry I'm Texas bound And by
The sun just got through going down On a sleepy little Texas town Population plus one minus one A new grandma rocks my sister's kid Just like twenty
about the white wall only 15, already got fiends and working the ghetto like Jack Stark work some beans livin off a high, gold ones on this ride bitches on
[Z-Ro] The swisher papers got me dying so I practice smoking squares And I see death around the corner so I'm quick to say a prayer Living my life on
B.C. Pumps in my trunk on my L.D.T. Sippin' on that Hennessey it helps me breathe Who's next on the west, might as well be me Fast get mad cause I ain
(Miranda Lambert & Travis Howard) Well the sun just got through going down on a sleepy little Texas town Population plus one minus one A new grandma
lot of changes If it was left up to me 'Cause what this country needs Is a little more steel guitar And put a litte fiddle right in the middle Straight out of a Texas
the game in a slab on swang, Sip the drank, take it straight to the brain, I?m fuckin? round with that Drama King, (Chorus) (Paul Wall & Papoose) I?m on
on something Came knocking at the door His mama wouldn't talk to him She said boy dontcha let him in She was cussing and pacing and wasting her life On
