the right timin' With a breakin' voice I fell down on my knees And she said, "Hey boy, I thought you'd never ask I've been lovin' on you since a long
Well, everybody sees me bein' a blinin' country rock star Drivin' downtown, poundin' honky tonk sounds in my bandit car They didn't know me back in '92
can tell there's somethin' that you're wantin' to say And I'm so afraid of where this is goin' I know life ain't easy when you're livin' with a man like
Crank the Hank, find a football game and chug a beer ice cold Hey, if you want to turn a country boy on Turn a country boy on, turn a country boy on
don't shed a tear Cause they're selling make believe And we don't buy that here Cause in the real world they're shutting Detroit down While the boss man
a Smith and Wesson in the glove box And Mother Mary on the dashboard He's a red blooded, blue collar man American right to the core Hey, he's a trucker man
the son of a preacher man, oh yeah I'm just the son, I'm just the son Hey, I'm the son of a preacher man Hey, of a preacher man
palm of my hand I was the envy of every man And it was beautiful What a perfect little life we found We built it up and I tore it all down Like a fool
cry So why does somebody always have to die?" Mr. White collar in an uptown high rise Finishin' a twelve hour day A double tall glass of tequila sunrise Takes a
up and he marched over Left a lot of brothers dead in kawagalie If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man There wouldn't be a breath of freedom in
Spinbad J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" -- Method Man Verse Three:
J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" -- Method Man Verse Three: Jadakiss Aiyyo
ve been there, through rich and the poor This bitch gotta twist up and hit Aiin't that some shit, I gotta ask, ain't that a bitch But a nigga gotta keep
