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Mama Coco, hey you're lookin' heavy. Mama Coco, ho you're lookin' good. Mama Coco, yes I've been getting hungry. Mama Coco, feed me woman food. Mama Coco I don't have fancy shacks or multi
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wheels on a gravel road Broken down shacks engine parts. Could tell a lie but my heart would know. Listen to the dogs barkin' in the yard. Car wheels on a gravel road Child in the backseat about four or
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creeks. And a couple little shacks. You gotta get lost. Way on out. Crickets and frogs. Yeah you're gettin' close now. And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road. And you go, and
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and miles. Hank's voice on the radio. Telephone poles trees and wires fly on by. Car wheels on a gravel road. Car wheels on a gravel road. Car wheels on a gravel road. Broken down shacks engine
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listen to some trucker. Tell me all about the meaning of life Got a ride just outside of Memphis. I was wild out on the road. I saw shanties and shacks and burnt out Cadillacs. And faces that flittered
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telephone wire. Youre drunk as a skunk, your shacks on fire The wife took the baby and the other two kids. The dogs are a howlin and the chickens are dead. Its your last night out and youre gonna have fun
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he's in. But it ain't him to blame. He's only a pawn in their game From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks. And the hoofbeats pound in his brain. And he's taught how to walk
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said it blew so strong,. They thought that they could hold out, but they didn't know how long. Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks,. And the children they was cryin' as it whistled
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in. But it ain't him to blame. He's only a pawn in their game. . From the powerty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks. And the hoof beats pound in his brain. And he's taught how to
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Street and Vine. Nothing standing there. High water everywhere High water risin', the shacks are slidin' down. Folks lose their possessions and folks are leaving town. Bertha Mason shook, it broke it
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before out shacks, cruisin' each block. I'm lookin' for a space with my forty glock cocked. Temple, Salt Lake, 21st Lewis, I hits MLK, 'cuz I know, I gots to do this. Some people say Warren, would you
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with parking meters. Do I condone it or is this some kinda small talk?. Course not, I'm big like horse nut. Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut. I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get
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long stretch of sand dunes. And abandoned shacks and crack houses with rats out in the clear open. I see a few hopeful transients. *** a frisky critter to roast for food. Don't know what to do, it
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. Cross a few creeks. And a couple little shacks. You gotta get lost. Way on out. Crickets and frogs. Yeah you’re gettin’ close now. And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road. And you
