be shoulder to shoulder... (Shoulder to shoulder arm in arm) Walkin' on could number nine So much in love the way we used to be Once upon a time once upon a time (Shoulder
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER (Dallas Frazier) « © '69 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI » Shoulder to shoulder arm in arm Walkin' on could number nine So
shoulder to shoulder... (Shoulder to shoulder arm in arm) Walkin' on could number nine So much in love the way we used to be Once upon a time once upon a time (Shoulder
Traduzione: Jones, George. Spalla a spalla.
mama I was leaving town But I've been right here Since you've been gone Belly-up at the bottom of a bottle Listening to George Jones And just playin
U bustas ain't fuckin with us I'm crushin your every sentence All u do is scream your name thru your ad-libs (who? Dyke Jones) Nigga we the hardest, your
like tinted and Ford, peas and carrots Rings with karats, and it seem people starin Hoes lovin my style, niggaz love jeans you was wearin Carryin on, this love jones
[includes a quote from Whole Lotta Love (Page/Plant/Jones/Bonham)] Mark: All skate. Men only! Aynsley: Man, shou . . . shoulda put the fuckin' [...] ?:
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
been slow. But you're on your way to recovery and you're not alone. 'Cause Nancy sure loves you and she's gonna take care of ol' Jones. Chorus: (Both) So cry on my shoulder
(Darrell Edwards-George Jones) Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby Lord, I can't help but love you 'til
That's a quarter of a million, y'all niggas can't add Yeah, it's the future, I'm the nicest Nashbroham Lincoln, Jungle George Washington Nasir Jones,
I sit and chill Peelin' greens off money stacks, showin' love where love is at Different strokes for different folks, that ana keep these devils back Keep my head above my shoulder
pussy She "shoulda cheated" with Sweet Jones 'cause that nigga's a rookie 'Fore I sweep through ya pussy like ya need a ? Bitch thought Sweet Jones just
(Darrell Edwards, George Jones) [Originally by George Jones] Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby cry
Southern gallantry Before cushioned insoles and arch supports There were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhh backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names like Jones
ha ha, hell, no! Well, here we are halfway through the Trick Pony record, An' I am standin' here right now with the legendary George Jones. Now George
