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Yeah and I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands |
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We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans |
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And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame |
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I played their game and as they scream my name |
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I will show no shame, I live and die for this |
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And if I come off soft then chew on this, are you scared? |
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Devil without a cause |
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And I'm back with the Beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks |
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Thirty pack of Strohs, thirty pack of hoes |
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No rogaine and the propane flows |
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The chosen one, I'm the living proof |
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With the gift of gab from the city of truth |
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I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back |
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And I did not stutter when I said that |
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I'm going platinum, sellin' rhymes |
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I went platinum, seven times |
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And still they ill, they wanna see us fry |
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I guess because only God knows why, why why why |
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Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black |
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So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at |
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Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say hey hey |
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I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say |
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Hey hey hey hey, aah, gat, ****** y'all |
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I like AC-DC and ZZ Top |
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Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings Of Rock |
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Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, The Stones |
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David Allen Coe and no show Jones |
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Pass that bottle around, got the rock from Detroit |
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Soul from Motown the underground stoned ******' pimp |
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With tracks that mack and slap back the whack |
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Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass |
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But watch me rock with Liberace flash |
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Punk rock, The Clash, boy bands are trash |
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I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash |
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Flash flash flash flash |
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Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black |
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So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at |
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Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say, hey hey |
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I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say |
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Hey hey hey hey, uh, uh, uh, gat |
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Yeah, I saw your band |
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Jumpin' around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks |
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When you gonna learn sucker, you just can't ****** with |
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Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown, Trucker |
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I'm an, American Bad Ass, watch me kick |
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You can roll with rock or you can suck my ****** |
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I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace |
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I'm gonna ****** some hoe's after I rock this place |
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Super fly, livin' double wide, sidecar my glide |
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So Joe C can ride |
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Full sack to share, bringin' flash and glare |
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Got the long hair swingin' middle finger in the air |
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Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's |
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See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell |
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I won't live to tell, so if you do |
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Give the next generation a big, ****** you |
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Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma |
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Said ****** highschool, pissed on my diploma |
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Smell the aroma, check my hits, I know it stinks in here |
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'Cause I'm the *******t, *******t, *******t, *******t, *******t |
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Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black |
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So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at |
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Say hey hey, let me hear where you're at and say hey hey |
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I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey, show me some metal and say |
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Hey hey hey hey |
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I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black, singin', hey hey hey hey |
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From side to side, from front to back, say hey hey hey hey |
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I put Detroit City back on the map and singin |
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Hey hey hey hey, Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at |