Drive-by Truckers lyrics

Drive-by Truckers lyrics

"The Southern Thing Lyrics"

Cat Stevens-Trouble Lyrics
Trouble oh, trouble set me free. I have seen your face and it's too much, too much for me. Trouble, oh , trouble can't you see? You're eating my heart away and there's nothing much left of me. I have drunk you wine. Y


Ain't about my pistol

Ain't about my boots

Ain't about no northern drives

Ain't about my southern roots

Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps

"It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp"

Ain't about excuses or alibis

Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies

Ain't about the races, the crying shame

To the fucking rich man all poor people look the same
Antisocial (Trust) Lyrics
Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale, Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal, Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du metro, Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas, Tu voudrais dialoguer sans ren



Don't get me wrong It just ain't right

May not look strong, but I ain't afraid to fight

If you want to live another day

Stay out the way of the southern thing



Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass

It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past

Ain't about no foolish pride, Ain't about no flag

Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag



You think I'
Tu Hai Kahan[eP remix] Lyrics
TU HAI KAHAN [eP] Remix Lyrix ~ Ahmed Jo apnay aap ko dhoond le woh aasman aur zameen hai Jhilmilata sitara hai woh kehkesha se haseen hai Jee mein thaan ker chal perha hai woh usko khud pe yaqeen hai Dil ko torhna munh ko morhna
m dumb, maybe not too bright

You wonder how I sleep at night

Proud of the glory, stare down the shame

Duality of the southern thing



My Great Great Granddad had a hole in his side

He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night

Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone

From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home

Ain't no plantations in my family tree

Did NOT believe in slavery, thou
Whitey In The Woodpile Lyrics
There's...! There's whitey in the woodpile! There's whitey in the woodpile! There's whitey in the woodpile! Shut that door! There's whitey in the woodpile! There's whitey in the woodpile! There's whitey
ght that all men should be free

"But, who are these soldiers marching through my land?"

His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man



I heard the story as it was passed down

About guts and glory and Rebel stands

Four generations, a whole lot has changed

Robert E. Lee

Martin Luther King

We've come a long way rising from the flame

Stay out the way of the southern thing