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Song Down South . Singer Lady Antebellum. I was born, I was blessed. Right place, right time, I guess. Ain't no good reason why I left. Except to run and roam Would you take me back and take me in
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Pale moon shining on the fields below. Folks are crooning songs soft and low. Needn't tell me so because I know. It's sleepy time down south. Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees. Folks
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Pale moon shining on the fields below. Folks are crooning songs soft and low. Needn't tell me so because I know. It's sleepy time down south. Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees. Folks
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Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas. Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas. Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches. It's UTP right
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We can get down, we can we can get down. It's like that man, it's like that (yes!). Check it! I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow. If you don't know me by now, you'll never know
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tiBack Down South. arKings Of Leon. alCome Around Sundown. Kings Of Leon - Back Down South. Come on out and dance,. If you get the chance,. We're gonna spit on the rivals. All I wanna know,. Is how
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Bài hát Down South Jukin' . Ca sĩ Lynyrd Skynyrd. Well, Billy Joe told me ,well everything's lookin' fine . He got the place all secure, got the icebox full of wine . He said, now hurry on all and
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tiBack Down South. arKings Of Leon. alCome Around Sundown. Kings Of Leon - Back Down South. Come on out and dance,. If you get the chance,. We're gonna spit on the rivals. All I wanna know,. Is how
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tiBack Down South. arKings Of Leon. alCome Around Sundown. Kings Of Leon - Back Down South. Come on out and dance,. If you get the chance,. We're gonna spit on the rivals. All I wanna know,. Is how
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. Folks are crooning songs soft and low. Need not tell me so. Because I know it's sleepy time down south Softs winds blowing thru the pinewood trees. Folks down there live a life of ease. When the
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Pale moon shining on the fields below. Folks are crooning songs soft and low. Needn't tell me so because I know. It's sleepy time down south. Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees. Folks
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Pale moon shining on the fields below. Folks are crooning songs soft and low. Needn't tell me so because I know. It's sleepy time down south. Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees. Folks
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Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hos. A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow. I'm rich bitch no more runnin' 'round cold. Or shootin' up windows and gunnin' down doors Oh, yeah, I think
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won't wait. Do some down south jukin' and lookin' for a peace of mind Now put your Sunday pants on, let's get out on the road. We been workin' all week, and I'm thinkin' it is time we let go. He got
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. He got three lovely ladies who just won't wait. Do some down south jukin'. And lookin' for a peace of mind. . Now put your Sunday pants on, lets get out on on the road. We been workin' all week
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. Folks are crooning songs soft and low. Need not tell me so. Because I know it's sleepy time down south Softs winds blowing thru the pinewood trees. Folks down there live a life of ease. When the
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me back there where I belong. How I'd love to be in mammy's arms. When It's Sleepy Time Down South
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this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still hustle. Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement. Choppin' boys up, on some puttin' it in they face *
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I'm going down to South Park. Gonna have myself a time. Friendly faces everywhere. Humble folks without temptation. I'm going down to South Park. Gonna leave my woes behind. Ample parking day or
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
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South of the border, down Mexico way. That's where I fell in love when stars above came out to play. Now as I wander my thoughts ever stray. South of the border, down Mexico way She was a picture
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' to kick back. 'Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack. You'll be one of us no matter where you're at When it all goes south. (You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor). When it all
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tribe. A lovely night as I take you. Into the tribe Take my hand, take a bite. Take a look in the past. We were one we were here. Through eternity's dance When I lay this kiss upon you. You will
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equal rights. Have fallen far too long Way down south in the township. Way down south in the plain. Does the sun still rise on the land of lies. Every day in fear, every day in shame And I was told no
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drawl. Man, I think I might just have to love them all. The boys from the South. Yeah, yeah, yeah Maybe in Kentucky, workin' in the mines. Maybe down in Little Rock, just to pass the time. Maybe he's
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Can't put the rain back in the sky. Once it falls down, please don't cry. Rain turns the dirt into mud. Warm and messy, like your love Can't force the river upstream. When it goes south, know
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Come take a walk in sunny South Kensington. Any day of the week. See the girl with the silk Chinese blouse on. You know she ain't no freak Come loon soon down Cromwell Road, man. You got to
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Let's go down to Alabama. Let's go see my dear old mama. Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy. That's what I like 'bout the South She's got baked ribs and candied yams. Sugar-cured Virginia hams
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for true north. With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course. I left the motor running, now if you're feeling down and out. . Chorus. Come on baby drive south, with the one you love
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Linden Boulevard represent, represent. Tribe Called Quest represent, represent. When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant. My favourite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President. Rude
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scream, you yell. New South! (New South!). New South! (New South!). Ew, a ew, (break it down). Ew, a ew (break it down) Duddy Ken. And we gonna rush 'em with a blitz on this. Go round the world and
