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santa i got vixon i got dasher, dancer, prancer,. Dixon, comet, cupid, dunder, blixem. I'm hotter than 100 degrees. A lot of bread no sesame seeds. If i'm in yo city. I'm signin them tig-o-bitties. I'm
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santa i got vixon i got dasher, dancer, prancer,. Dixon, comet, cupid, dunder, blixem. I'm hotter than 100 degrees. A lot of bread no sesame seeds. If i'm in yo city. I'm signin them tig-o-bitties. I'm
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Song G. r. i. t. s. - Brantley Gilbert. I had a buddy come down 'round last July. Caught me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line. Said he was headed down south and lookin' for a real good time. I
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It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine. Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line. 'Til one day you're craving hominy grits. And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits. Drinkin' Jack Black tryin
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hometown. Especially when it's so far north. Of the Mason-Dixon line. But some of the people they just won't forget. While others slip into regret. And if things keep goin' the way they're goin'. I
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By willie dixon. . Put it in your pocket, leave it in your shoe. Plug it in your socket, flush it down the loo. Hey baby, show me something new. . Put it in your hat, put it in your can. Feed
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(Dixon). I am the little red rooster. Too lazy to crow for day. I am the little red rooster. Too lazy to crow for day. Keep everything in the farm yard upset in every way. The dogs begin to bark and
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the Mason-Dixon line. I've seen a lot of folks 'round the street tonight. Can't seem to find the words to say goodbye. We're close enough to touch but speaking is too much. And goodbyes are heard
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I own that sis. College * get mind blown, I'm on that quiff. She got expenses for Dixon and a nose that's rich. Nothin' betta than brown dough that's on that stick. A lil' hashish, shiish, baby
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turtle dovin' on a Mason Dixon night. It's my life. Oh so right. My dixieland delight Whitetail buck deer munchin' on clover. Red-tailed hawk sitting on a limb. Chubby ol' groundhog. Croakin
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Dead Presidents. By Willie Dixon. Performed by Little Walter. . Them dead presidents. Them dead presidents. Well I ain't broke but I'm badly bent. Everybody loves them dead presidents. A
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Mason-Dixon, we facin' the basses that were missin' pimpin'. You can embrace it or come face to face with total devastation. My mojo is never fadin', I'm in my Optimus Prime transform. Switch it up
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Say Boss Man Trk 4 Disc 2 2 33. (Ellas Mcdaniel). Bo Diddley - vocal & guitar, Willie Dixon - bass. Clifton James or Frank Kirkland - drums. Peggy Jones - bking vocal, Jerome Green - maracas
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carry on Tell me who. whos gonna fill their shoes. Theyre the ones who made the blues. Whos gonna fill those big shoes Muddy Waters. Howlin Wolf. Willie Dixon. Sonny Boy too. Little Walter. Otis Spann
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here in New York and I am doing fine. Have myself a ball above the Mason Dixon line Ride on, ride on Red, ride on. Gonna ride on to my freedom. Make those Northern States my home Ride on, ride on
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Song Country Must Be Country Wide . Singer Brantley Gilbert. I grew up south of . the Mason Dixon. Working spitting hunting and fishing. Stone cold country . by the grace of God. I was gasing up
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Don't Let It Go Trk 21 Disc 2 2 45. (Ellas Mcdaniel). Bo Diddley. Bo Diddley - vocal & guitar, Willie Dixon - bass, Clifton James or Frank Kirkland - drums, Jerome Greene - maracas, Peggy Jones
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It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine. Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line. 'Til one day you're craving hominy grits. And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits. Drinkin' Jack Black tryin
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turn gay. Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet. So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street. Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills. The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg