Texty:
Jones George Shine On

's too busy shinin' for me Shine on shine on shine on though the world may never see Oh my baby won't you shine on shine on shine all your sweet love

she's too busy shinin' for me Shine on shine on shine on though the world may never see Oh my baby won't you shine on shine on shine all your sweet love

and I'm feelin' low Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones Heartaches are hot on my heels Bartender, the race is on

Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on

all my tossing and turning nights are over I don't even feel a touch of blues Once more I can see the sun a shining Shining though I know I'm over you

beneath the stars an Indian maiden divine The moon is on high and seems to see her there In her eyes there's a light shining ever so bright As she whispers

(Writer Joe Carson) « © '59 Glad Music » The door to my heart locked when you walk out on me You sealed it with a time lock to be locked

[Mike Jones] I'm back on the track, I'm bout to rip it apart 40 carats on my chest froze up my heart I'm Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones Jones That'll hit

and the warden's watchin Only difference is the whores is watchin Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley'