Well my name is Cecil Brown and I'm from a little town and people don't think much of me I never understood why they thought I was no good But
Well, my name is Cecil Brown And I'm from a little town And people don't think much of me I never understood Why they thought I was no good But this
room over a Livery stable Doc Brown and his practice went On the hitchin' post at the curb below To advertise his wares He nailed a little sign that read 'Doc Brown
Well my name is Cecil Brown and I'm from a little town and people don't think much of me I never understood why they thought I was no good But this
Traduzione: Neve, Hank. Vecchio Doc Brown.
Traduzione: Hank Williams Jr.. Cecil Brown.
: Well my name is Cecil Brown and I'm from a little town and people don't think much of me I never understood why they thought I was no good But
[Verse 1:] Where you going, slow it Don't act like you don't see me I'm glowing, show me What you look like in the morning Tone it on it, floating on
need to call security. I was only hopin' that you'd sing a song for me. Do you know Hank Jr.? Or any any Steve Earle? How about the Joker? Or Brown Eyed
t Cuz batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you hoes 'n How come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin
want but I don't Cause batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you girls 'n How come when I was broke you wasn't brown
Brown shit. And offshoots of the, uh . . . of each one of those, like in the ooh-wah classification you've got the uptempo singers where the . . . like Hank
(Hank Williams & F. Rose) Now you're lookin' at a man that's gettin' kind-a mad I had lot's of luck but it's all been bad No matter how I struggle and
Harry Truman was our president A coke an burger cost you thirty cents I was still in love with Mavis Brown On the night Hank Williams came to town. "
I treat the booth like I'm at the the firing range bulls-eye the side of your brain And yea they might as well name me the Hank Gathers of rap 'cause
Then there was the time I saw the great Hank Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all dressed up in drag From his rose
fire Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank