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(ronnie vanzant -- steve gaines). . Well, you can see her walkin' down on peachtree street. She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek. She's lookin' good, she's headed downtown. Ain't got
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My daddy told me always be strong son. Don't you ever cry. You find the pretty girls and then you love them. Then you say goodbye. I never dreamed that you would leave me. But now you're gone. I
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Well, it's 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho. I'll find my limo driver. Mister, take us to the show. I done made some plans for later on tonight. I'll find a little queen. And I know I can treat her righ
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(ronnie vanzant -- gary rossington). . Why are you praying, my sweet morning dove. You're so afraid, but so hungry for love. Well I can give you love baby. Hugs and kisses, I can give you everyth
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Well I've heard lots of people say. They're gonna settle down. You don't see their faces. And they don't come around. Well I'm not that way. I got to move along. . I like to drink and to dance
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Ain't no good life. Not the one that I lead. 'Cause the more I fight the sadness, yeah. It only seems the more that I grieve. Well I look back on the good times. As some lost part of me. I wanna
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Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars. Oak tree you're in my way. There's too much coke and too much smoke. Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that smell. Can't you smell that smell. Ooooh that
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(ronnie vanzant -- gary rossington). . Why are you praying, my sweet morning dove. You're so afraid, but so hungry for love. Well I can give you love baby. Hugs and kisses, I can give you everyth
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Well I've heard lots of people say. They're gonna settle down. You don't see their faces. And they don't come around. Well I'm not that way. I got to move along I like to drink and to dance all n
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Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars. Oak tree you're in my way. There's too much coke and too much smoke. Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that smell. Can't you smell that smell. Ooooh that
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My daddy told me always be strong son. Don't you ever cry. You find the pretty girls, and then you love them. And then you say goodbye. I never dreamed that you would leave me,. But now you're go
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Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho. I'll find my limo driver. Mister, take us to the show. I done made some plans for later on tonight. I'll find a little queen. And I know I can treat her r
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Why are you praying my sweet morning dove?. You're so afraid but so hungry for love. Well, I can give you love baby. Hugs and kisses, I can give you everything that you been missing. Just don't be
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Ain't no good life. Not the one that I lead. 'Cause the more I fight the sadness, yeah. It only seems the more that I grieve. Well I look back on the good times. As some lost part of me. I want
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clear and loud. The way you dance is our criteria. The dj takes you high. Let tears of joy baptise the crowd. . The golden years. The silver tears. You wore a tie like Richard Gere. I wanna get
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persist. Kept back by the enigma. No criteria demanded here. Deadly patterns made my wreath. Prosperous in your ways. Pale ghost in the corner. Pouring a caress on your shoulder. . Puzzled by shrewd
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care about money makin'. Selfishness got us followin' in the wrong direction. Wrong information always shown by the media. Negative images is the main criteria. Infecting the young minds faster than
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money making. Selfishness got us following our own direction. Wrong information always shown by the media. Negative images is the main criteria. Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria. Kids act
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this. Besides Cher, I might give her the wood like IKEA. Imma relax like the wife's here, no. Imma relax like my wife's here. Let me get back to the music. These mc's ain't need criteria. That's
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coeptis. That's the language of our Latin ancestors. On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message. In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria. My criteria, smoke cigars. Change rap like Jimi
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coeptis. That's the language of our Latin ancestors. On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message. In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria. My criteria, smoke cigars. Change rap like Jimi
