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Big Country Oh Well

see you tryin to creep me for my dough, why you trippin Youse a shipwreck nigga when you broke co-mission Jesse Jackson cant help you with the Hope Coalition [Chorus - Shannon Jones] Well

you great folks out there This is hardcore 10-4.... Freaky friday, things ain't going my way Everything is gone, my life is a country song Oh-oh I

to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, there stand a country cabin made of clay and wood, where lives a young country

Close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods Among the evergreens There stand a country cabin Made of clay and wood Where lives a young country boy

a past I call it haulin my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks Them good old notorious oh well

says forgive him honey he ain't worthy of And in anything you're too good for him Just because they've got money and a big fine house Well we won't take

and, ah, how's your wife's hemorrhoids? Oh, that's too bad . . . Listen . . . so you've got a mountain, with a tree, listen, causing . . . oh, my! Well

lips like a duck . . . big ol' hands, puffin' up! BIG ONES! Science! ME-jev'l re-LIJ-mus costumery all over yo' BODY! Yow! Oh yeah! Mmmm-hmmm!

there . . . Mmm, oh, my monster! Oh, that's so terr- Oh! I love that, when a monster does that, mm . . . Well, I've just been thinking, monster, we can