in reverse Oh play it back in reverse Cause it?s okay to fall down It?s okay to crumble I?ve seen this before I have seen this before and You wanna camp out
And Billy with a pool cue, staring down an eight ball Lookin' at Kelly with a rack Out in the country, back roads and one-horse towns We saw fiddles
Well I met you on a midway at a fair last year And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear You were playing on the horses, playing on the guitar
long about last April, he rode into our camp Just a little Texas stray and all alone It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp On a
the wind calls out his name. Aye,aye,aye. Come gather 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just broke out of
the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses So I can earn the acres, the houses, yeah, the horses Of course
smack into an Indian band They jumped their nags with a whoop and a yell And away we rode like a bat out of hell. I circled their camp for a time or
Till I jump up! Saying: you've been rolling in muck! Saying: you smell of garbage and grime! But far out Far out By now By now Far out, by now, Bear
I met you on a midway at a fair last year And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear You were playing on the horses, you were playing on the guitar
a year ago last April when he rode into our camp Just a little Texas stray and nothing more Was late in the evening when he rode into our camp On the
wallets and intellects - which both are half empty. They obtain their delight by means of cheap liquors and racy talk. Standing out like an ametyst jewel
the steps of no-man's land Camp fire, the smell of prarie wind Men surround the blaze Drink booze recall the day Til a strangers voice rings out to pray
No Dis(Remixxx!!!) Hips And Thighs,Oh My!,Stay Focus [Verse1: Jim Jones] (Jones!!!)He/She,Blowtiscious,Lambo'gini,Is On Dishes, From Harlem To Hollywood,Im Still 'hood 500 Horses
vicious swordthrust and my own blade snakes out to cleave the neck of the attacker, shearing through his veins in a shower of d ark red. An enemy blade
wind calls out his name. Aye,aye,aye. Come gather 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just broke out of jail
pop the nine When I take it out the box, I represent LOX Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button So I charge out more, want it all at the door Fuck
