I wish I had an angel To tell me what I should do With all these troubles Stuck on me like superglue Angel, my spirit's so tired Oh, my spirit's so tired
[Intro] It's gon' be aight though (ohh) This one's for you, yeah! Cadillacs on 22s... Pimp my voice and mack these beats.. Pray to the to the lord for
I give my props to the speak and spell It taught me grammar in the A-T-L Growing up as a kid in Marietta I puts those beats all into my sampler Played
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Well Deke's got a Ford, Hank's got a Chevy Booger's got a beat-up Dodge Well they fight like the devil over which one's better Fridays at the Moose Head
We were poor when I was a youngun I don't remember ever going hungry Daddy made sure we didn't do without I went to school with some of these fellas They
You can open the window, where the sunset meets the sea Every thing's for sale, every thing's for free Sweet Mother Mary, sells her fortunes well She'
Rosanna, baby come on It was a black Cadillac drove you away Everybody's talkin' but they don't have much to say It was a black sky of rain none of it
Headlights on a Texas Road And Hank Williams on the radio Church wedding, they spent all they had Now the deal is done to become Mom and Dad And I was
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I'm the sparrow on the roof I'm the list of everyone I have to lose I'm the rainbow in the dart I am who I was and how much I can hurt So I will look
Well, I miss the sounds of Tennessee And the smell of heavy rain The roses in the garden Laugh before the pain But I hear his voice close in my ear I
The hills are burning, fields turn to steel The big house is haunted with what we don't feel All the streets are empty, no one ever comes around So you
Radio operator, in a tiny foreign room We can hear you now and later Calling out and coming through Radio operator, you're a voice so far from home With
It was the Senior High School yearbook, the class of '63 I'll never forget the way you gave your book and pen to me It was all talked out and settled,
[Chorus 2X: DMC] The Cadillac cars we're supposed to drive The supersonic jet we're supposed to fly Things they advertise we're supposed to buy But the
(J. Entwistle) Track Music, Inc. I was walking down the sidewalk With my coat strung over my back When a car pulled up beside me A big black Cadillac
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown Cadillac She's got more dollars than Carter's got pills I dream of Jeannie with the light brown Cadillac And oh