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. Fish on. And it was derby day. Out in San Pablo bay. And my orange life vest. Was dad and me and Darrell. Taco flavored Doritos. On twenty-pound test. Dad caught a hundred pound sturgeon. Now he
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Dimebag Darrell, God bless that man. Ripped from us by the Devil's hand. Only thing in his plan. Was love and rock 'n roll. Cowboy from Hell on a twisted trail. Swept away where the wild winds
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(darrell bath/roig) He asked me home at a midnight. Hey you'll be lucky if it's daylight. When you saw me down the alley. Yeah I swear's I'm not with annie, hey annie, yeah. 'cause everyone's a
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(Darrell Scott). . Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug. Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug. Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood. "Roll over Beethoven" never sounded so good
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(Darrell Scott). . Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug. Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug. Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood. "Roll over Beethoven" never sounded so good
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(Darrell Scott). . Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug. Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug. Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood. "Roll over Beethoven" never sounded so good
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to page me. They a page me to yo number. Then I call you back or you could just page my cousin keith and he'll call my. Cousin lil darrell who got my real pager number and then I'll you back. On
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tiLong Time Gone. arDixie Chicks. alHome. Dixie Chicks - Long Time Gone. written by Darrell Scott & Tim O’Brien. Daddy sits on a' front porch swinging. Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be
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(ian hunter/darrell bath/honest john plain) (transcribed by colin ford) Oh!!. Well I climbed through the fence, out with the (? ), head for the river plate(? ). The river's not tame, heat in the
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. Another fine mess yeah, another fine mess Look on the bright side, smile, smile, smile. Relive our childhood just for a little while. Can't you see it's catching it up on you? Hit me, Darrell. Well
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(darrell bath) (transcribed by colin ford) A thousand pin-up girls to stepney to bombay. Take me to fancy restaurants to be amongst the (? ). And all the blue-eyed gals of 6 foot 3. Are gonna
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ain't never gonna change bitch. And that's the cycle. I don't wanna be like Michael. More like Darrell Porter. Gettin' shipments at the border. . Yeah, it's a wrappity wrap. . Chorus x4
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for my Hollywood hoe. 'Cuz she said she felt played in my ol' school '6-4. Range Rover for my mid-range bitch. She love the boy stunta and she drink that Cryst' 'Marro, for this nigga named Darrell