all you ever got was handed out So I know we'll be walking for a long, long time Cause we're going back to Memphis - heading South Going back to Memphis
Preklad: Band. Späť na Memphis.
mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound
trying to get you and your friend to G-O Then I dream voices hit my ski-lo T-shirt, head band, tech-marino Old school throw back Memphis sho-bo Lorenzo
it they comin right back comin right back, yeah they comin right back. You taste it, you taste it, you comin right back. comin right back yeah you comin
'il they nail me, fuck what niggas tell me Street scholar, keep firin' is what they tell me Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis Straight from da
glad You should be happy to be alive You should be glad You should be happy My blood runs through your veins Another stormy night up in Memphis A band
'm from Jacksonville, and we're Molly Hatchet, baby. Atlanta, thank y'all for invitin us back. It's so good to be back home. Everybody, keep Rockin,
control Alan freed grabbed a mike and called it rock and roll They started bandstand in philly back in '55 And elvis rock-a-billy brought memphis alive
back But we don't care beacuase this place is packed CHORUS: We're road dogs road dogs Burning up the interstate Hot and wild southern style That crowd in Memphis
in these friends These bands, these stories and the places that I've been I thank God, mom and dad, Adriana for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band
Libations are delightful and the music is loud Everybody's dancing and they're dancing in pairs Sliding back the tables and they're stacking up chairs The band
Got on a bus in Memphis, Destination Rome. Georgia ain't no paradise but a place I just call home. I sat next to a broken hearted bride She was cryin',
let the damn thing begin 'Cause I'm back again And I came to wind and I came to move you So strike up the band, and raise up your hands I wanna feel
Well, I love New York like everyone And I go to Las Vegas to chill I like Denver, Colorado 'cause it's so laid back And Chicago keeps it real Well, I
Got the mike in my hand but can I make you understand? That a-hole bands have a-hole fans Bloodhound's the name and the gang's to blame Like Chan n' Chin
merely cleared up a few that you apparently couldn't distinguish from the record. I backed Bobby with guitar on the original cut for All American Boy. I was playing in R&R band
in Memphis on the wrong side of town Way back up in the projects We didn't have much bet there was music all around That was something we could respect Memphis
