WRITERS GEORGE JONES, HAL BYNUM There's an old old house that once was a mansion On a hill overlookin' the own Where time's left a wreck where once
's an old old house that once was a mansion On a hill overlookin' the own Where time's left a wreck where once was a beauty And soon the old house
Preklad: Jones, George. Stará dom.
There's an old old house that once was a mansion On a hill overlookin' the own Where time's left a wreck where once was a beauty And soon the old house
hear you whisper a word, you must be sleeping, so I won't come in. I told the kids to be quieter, mommy needs her rest, how much silence this house must
' feel this steel Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold And them niggaz sellin' the work ain't half as old as the fiends and the hippies
treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
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
as you and me And the whole town's tryin' to buy our house at 4-0-33 The four thousandth block... Oh all around the house you can see little children
it's only Monday afternoon Still there's a party goin' on in my livin' room It's just me and fifth of Beam Swayin' to the sounds of old George Jones
niggaz gon' feel this steel [The Game] Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold And them niggaz sellin the work ain't half as old as
