Evil / Big Boss I used to know you, pretty RullbrA¤h, Already as a little girl, You used to play alone in the Woods, And you wandered in rocks. Today
shit Watch me throw the powder up This old G got my whole suite clouded up And I bet you I be outta time before I'm outta luck They ain't rooting for
Now, you're old enough to go and see The R-rated show, now, R-rated show You see the girls look good, but they brains not ready I talk to a woman, her
raised to decide for the pesos My woman is independent, makin' dough by the case loads I'mma keep buildin' make it killing Kick back, relax, and grow old
and on As a heart gets soft on a woman So can the heart get soft on the land And to fall in love with a woman As well as the land is to surely be in
and silent words Melodies sounds out of his lips And people listen to the unknown But yet so imminent And then... ...Then like dazed, everyone Old mans and children, woman
Flatt 'n' Scruggs and my woman?s love It's just who I am A meat and potato man I like my Wrangler jeans, cowboy boots Cornbread and beans and country roots
dirt road ghost town. Stray dogs, whole nine the gold mine closed down. I knew the woods like the back of my hand, and I would shoot the breeze with the roots
road ghost town, stray dogs whole nine, the gold mine closed down i knew the woods like the back of my hand and i would shoot the breeze with the roots
are like snowflakes His lies are confessions Behold the old man and his ruined possessions He can't play guitar but he does try very hard Pens from hotel rooms, old
THREE] The Festival? The King's Festival? [NARRATOR] And her father had taken for his new wife [STEPMOTHER] The Festival... [NARRATOR] a woman
like I'm just another square saltine As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots
mystery So now, it grows there by the open road A tree with branches knarled and old And leaves that shine like gold And there, beneath the ground you cannot see The twisted roots of that old
good praying to the pristine alters Waiting for the blessing with Holy water They like the same old wealth in the same old hands Means the same old people stay old
featers of your leaders heaters on their adam's apple Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe We defy, a new in it root, for street wise Got to
of roots Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice 2 slimy okra doctor fish soup Don't you know dat a ruff neck juice 1 bottle of magnum, 1 shot of roots Dem
wants to see the sun go down Well we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him 'Cause you don't have to take it so far When your roots go back to old Salem
