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Little Big Town Good Lord Willing

gonna make it out alive Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise Good Lord willing and the creek don't

of GREGGERY PECCARY! Greggery: Oh, here comes GREGGERY, Little GREGGERY PECCARY The nocturnal gregarious Wild swine . . . Narrator: A peccary is a little

dead See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord

get together and hit the pool Skinny-dipping, yeah, that's what I'm saying it's all good Ex-ed out a little baby they call me the Lady Boo Hypnotized a little

What we need is a little yo narly ho So we yo we heave ho We turn up the sound, we run around We put a little juice in your town We talk about the Lord

to sleep I pray the lord that my momma will never weep And let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred g's up in her sleep When will it stop I

I'm not a junior, try to see me catch a? I got yeast to rise straight through the moon Feels so good Feels so good Feels so good Lord Jamar, God Allah

up clean to the shore, And them cab-over Petes don't float. I says, "Pig Pen, I got me a good idea. Them Friends a' Jesus gonna save us! "So praise the Lord

of greggery peccary! Oh, here comes greggery, Little grecgery peccary The nocturnal gregarious Wild swine A peccary Is a little pig With a white collar