Here lies Les Moore Four slugs from a forty-four No Les, no more Out in Arizona just south of Tucson Where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home There
Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy Heard some call me an uncle tom Now thats petty I'm a songwriter fool I condense sense from right and wrong
want some more money now boy, you gotta give it up You can't go to court with no punk defendant Why you need Johnny Cochran? You rollin' with them cash
that much Cash it all in, give it all up And when you're gone I wanna go too Like Johnny and June I wanna hold you baby, right or wrong Build a world
I got us yea [Drake] Ii??m a hard guy ta get along wit get on a song wit where shit be going right well I just flip it to the wrong shit the team that
I got us Yea (Drake [Lil' Wayne] verse 1) I'm a hard guy to get along wit' Get on a song wit' When shit be going right Well I just flip it to the wrong
, it's got to be pretty, let's go Listen to my song, well, listen to my song (Tell me if you'd like it play, I'll change it if it's wrong Listen to my
it's a fact To many acts with a big contract Can't sing a note That song they wrote Ain't music to my ears I miss old Johnny Cash When I'm in the car
' in dreams but the glass was cracked. Then the world came down with a big ol' crash. Now I'm singing 'bout the lord like Johnny Cash. Got a song to
I'm remembering ol' Waylon And good ol' Johnny Cash Man, they're an inspiration to what I am But don't get me wrong I'm still Texican to the bone Lord
Johnny Cash is your favorite singer But you've never heard 'Folsom Prison Blues' So how do you expect me to believe you? I was never much on country songs
NO NEWS THEY SAY. SOMETHINGS ARE BOUND TO GO WRONG, SOUNDS JUST LIKE AN OLD COUNTRY SONG, JUST LIKE AN OLD COUNTRY SONG, JUST LIKE AN OLD COUNTRY SONG, COUNTRY SONG
a terrorister Does my bomb look big in this bag then But we love Biggy, Johnny Cash and Stevie Wonder It's no Biggy we, got no cash and its no wonder
told us where to go But Johnny said, "I like 'em Don't you give them no trash" You see, we were Johnny's little boys And we got paid by Cash We were
(feat. Lil' Wayne) [Drake] Im a hard gotta get along wit get on a song wit where shit be going right well I just flip it to the wrong shit the team that
johnny cash is your favorite singer. but you've never heard folsom prison blues. how do you expect me to believe you. i was never much on country songs
I'm gonna say it anyway [Verse 2:] Honestly, honesty don't offend me Honestly, that's all my pen be Rappers got a problem, we ain't gotta be friendly But stop makin' songs
