Lirieke:
Three Dog Night Out In The Country

Vertaling: Drie Dog Night. In die land.

Vertaling: Drie Dog Night. In die land.

I find a quiet place, far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out

I find a quiet place, far from the human race Out in the country Before the breathin' air is gone Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time Out

out there feeding On the wounded and the bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three

ya man to a hater You can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box Put me in ya night' tims a read box If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards

guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were

2 hoes, on a three -way Dominican hoes on b day Country hoes in V A And they all say this The same about my game it's tight Thats why every night A different

Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money I was three cars deep, and this my pack money Eating and learning to act hungry From South Cat country,