when you pass the remote (And when I pass the remote), your hand brushes my knee (My hand brushes your knee) Electricity, and I can't catch my (Breath), and it's like a
ya door cause I had a few Leave the stage with a crowd of bitches grabbin you Probally not, I got a angel who won't say a curse A rap bitch thats always
I wonder could I live there anymore Something 'bout the smell of cornbread cooking on a wood stove Seems to bring a picture to my mind Of a little three
a little three room house with mama in the kitchen But she can't stop to talk ain't got the time She's a fixing daddy's supper he's a working over time
fair the weighs Are buildin' blacks on a bit of an air Facin' a photo a beauty is there tears on her cheek She's livin' a nightmare turn the page to a
I live there anymore [ steel - piano ] Something bout the smell of cornbread a cooking on a wood stove Seems to bring a picture to my mind Of a little three
three feet snow The icy dawn yet to begin Bursting through the icy morning Four times five black shadows a horse Steel glimmering in the awakening sun's
But I wonder could I live there anymore Something bout the smell of cornbread, cooking on a wood stove Seems to bring a picture to my mind Of a little three
DEE (Porter Wagoner) « © '71 Owepar Publishing » To a man and wife three sons were born on the same day a bright Sundy morn Three boys
The old Crow's cry the first warning The rumbling frozen ground the last. Hooves thundering on the three feet snow, The icy dawn yet to begin. Bursting
lane with mr jane Swinging and banging that wood grain Sittin on things Stuntin with a A-town chain from pete game Reppin that third ward I'm a uptown man It's
door cause I had a few Leave the stage with a crowd of bitches grabbin you Probally not, I got a angel who won't say a curse A rap bitch thats always
Inside, Damn A Mexican Done Went Worldwide, Im A Cool Little Home From The Southern Side Drink All The Cris For All The G's That Died, Movin' A Crowd,
