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out into the sultry evening. Cotton breathing when the sea winds. Brush the hair down around your neck Savannah, you hold my hand like it's the first time. And all the feelings that our hearts find
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. When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton. The first time you leave, it can be strange. It can be shocking. Not everybody drives a truck, not everybody drinks sweet tea. Not everybody owns a gun
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. But it feels like we’re sitting on the sun. That little cotton dress ain’t helping none. ‘Bout to run me off the road. And I, I can barely breathe. Then she puts her hand, over on my knee. And I don’t
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. And I'll never have that recipe again. Oh, nooo!. . I recall the yellow cotton dress. Foaming like a wave. On the ground beneath your knees. Birds like tender babies in your hands. And the old
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place to start. You are safe without numbers. You are dangerously wild. But you sweet like a cotton candy. And release my inner child. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's what my
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When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton,. The first time you leave it can be strange, it can be shocking Not everybody drives a truck, not everybody drinks sweet tea. Not everybody owns a gun
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place to start. You are safe without numbers. You are dangerously wild. But you sweet like a cotton candy. And release my inner child. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's what my
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lightning in the sky. Look I'm livin' like a queen. This kind of love is getting expensive. We know how to live baby. We're luxurious like Egyptian cotton. We're so rich in love we're rollin' in cashmere. Got
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place to start. You are safe without numbers. You are dangerously wild. But you sweet like a cotton candy. And release my inner child. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's what my
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place to start. You are safe without numbers. You are dangerously wild. But you sweet like a cotton candy. And release my inner child. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's what my
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place to start. You are safe without numbers. You are dangerously wild. But you sweet like a cotton candy. And release my inner child. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's what my
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bugles ring. We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing. Old hickory said we could take 'em by surprise,. If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eyes. We held our fire till we
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of cotton candy lip gloss. On the lips of a long kiss. And the plans they made together Yeah, love remembers to feel the fingertips. Runnin' through soakin' wet hair. On the bank after a midnight
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place to start. You are safe without numbers. You are dangerously wild. But you sweet like a cotton candy. And release my inner child. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's what my
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planted in that stubborn ground,. But the cattle and the cotton know that they don't know in town . It's a hard hard way to make your way. In a world that don't care what you pay,. What you earn or what
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. Now they're fighting to get in. They all laughed at Whitney and his cotton gin. They all laughed at Fulton and his steamboat. Hershey and his chocolate bar Ford and his Lizzie. Kept the laughers
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when I come through your town. I'm gonna ride around in style. I'm gonna drive everybody wild. 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. Ugh! Yeah, RED RYDER. This is the COTTON MOUTH. In the
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when I come through your town. I'm gonna ride around in style. I'm gonna drive everybody wild. 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. Ugh! Yeah, RED RYDER. This is the COTTON MOUTH. In the
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when I come through your town. I'm gonna ride around in style. I'm gonna drive everybody wild. 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. Ugh! Yeah, RED RYDER. This is the COTTON MOUTH. In the
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when I come through your town. I'm gonna ride around in style. I'm gonna drive everybody wild. 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. Ugh! Yeah, RED RYDER. This is the COTTON MOUTH. In the
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, call me Big Momma The chain be Chanel, the panties pink cotton If that nigga don't pay, then he ain't about nothin' Bounce like a motherfuckin' 6-4, 6-flo Quick top sittin' at Crisco Drop that * like
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through the porch. Screen door into the kitchen. "Oh God, it's. Absolutely maudlin outside. ". "Ugh, I know what you mean, I feel all icky. " Marsha. Tightened the belt on her cotton robe with the silk
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Bài hát Dignity (Alternate Version) - Bob Dylan. Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel. Thin man lookin’ at his last meal. Hollow man lookin’ in a cotton field. For dignity. Wise man lookin’ in a blade
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serve somebody. Yes you're gonna have to serve somebody. Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord. But you're gonna have to serve somebody. Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk. Might
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New york city is a thousand miles away. And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's ok. Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down. 'Cause they don't need a man like me in town. I pick cotton down
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It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day. I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay. And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat. And mama
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Sadie. Well well well. Living in the past Sometimes it seems so funny. No money can turn your life around. Sweeter than cotton candy. Stronger than papas' old brandy. Always that needed smile. Once
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there so I know. They keep on saying "Go slow!". . But that's just the trouble. "do it slow". Washing the windows. "do it slow". Picking the cotton. "do it slow". You're just plain rotten. "do
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(B. Gentry) It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day. I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay. And at dinner time we stopped and we walked back to the house to eat
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there so I know. They keep on saying "Go slow!". . But that's just the trouble. "do it slow". Washing the windows. "do it slow". Picking the cotton. "do it slow". You're just plain rotten. "do
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there so I know. They keep on saying "Go slow!". . But that's just the trouble. "do it slow". Washing the windows. "do it slow". Picking the cotton. "do it slow". You're just plain rotten. "do
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can break it and Jah Jah will take us through the storm. And even when it's cold outside I'll be there to keep you warm You re beautiful and skin soft like a cotton. For you I fight a war I woulda
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chained and whipped. Four hundred years of bein slaves in the land of the brave. Have we forgotten? Our ancestors forced to pick cotton. Women raped and tortured, murdered if they caught ya. Niggaz
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just the trouble, do it slow. Washing the windows, do it slow. Picking the cotton, do it slow. You're just plain rotten, do it slow You're too damn lazy, do it slow. The thinking's crazy, do it slow
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, Cotton you know what I'm talkin bout. We 'bout to free da slaves bitch. Where yo grandmama from nigga Yo ol one generation moved away slave ass. Booty * ass, gank ass, punk ass bitch. Now come on
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, fool?. It's kinda like miniature satellites floatin' in closets. Spyin' in pockets. Jumpin' out of a helicopter into a football stadium filled with cotton candy We. Word up,. So your man got a good
