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Big Country The Storm

James, they didn't have to do this We chased them for miles I had tears in my eyes Through forest and moors as the clouds filled the skies The storm

like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky Country ass city boys with honey rifles bring the ruckus Beverly Hillbillies big old corn-fed motherfuckers

[69 Boyz] ugh now you can be a cute country girl from Idaho thats 23 who ain't never been outside before locked in the basement without a radio or t

west traveling the country Freak of ?? league lazer major running bases Neighborhood watch weasels pacing ugly acres more than often If I ever make it big

down a two-lane road Late for my plane again Had to stop for some gas at this country store That's when I saw the old man He was kicked back workin' on a big

Paint away from the backyard to drip some more Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store With a woman who don't even drink out the whore Big letters IRONY

hard enough for me take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me so we can start over again. Do you go to the country it isn't very far

maybe I wouldn't act on queue, like all those times before, oh To big myself up me no need no inferiority complex, could ever cloud my dreams, when Storm

bars Mixing becks and kummerling 6 a.m. and where are we? In Bremen In Bremen, in Bremen Bob goes bouncing down the road to Oakland Coffee, pizza, liquor, store