How they gonna harm us? Came wearing a flat-cap, looking like somebody's father I brought the bad man here, I brought the bad man here You're a bad man how? Bad man where? Apart from you, there's bad man here You're not bad, I'm bad, ask Carlos Is man

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Happy birthday, baby Happy birthday to you Oh oh oh oh Beautiful, beautiful, no other name I knew from the moment you came Yes, I'll love you with all I am Yes, tonight is where we begin Oh, I wanna dance with you

I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze Over mountains and forests and seas And to go anywhere that I please They came flying from far away, now I'm under their spell I love hearing the stories that they tell They've seen places beyond my land and they've

Don't take no mess from nobody I ain't one to be questioned If they act up just leave 'em alone When ya done wit 'em you can send 'em home Switch, switch, switch, switch About who and where I've been About what time I came in Trying to squeeze, baby

I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks I feel no shame I'm proud of where I came from I was born and raised in the boondocks One thing I know No matter where I go You get a line, I'll get a pole We'll go fishing in the craw fish hole Five-card poker

Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here? Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars It's been the same way for years We need a change Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville "Son, you finally got it made" Old Hank made it

Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to

I won’t stop till I get to the top I’m so I’m so Becky from the block Always had a little, but I want a lot No matter where I go I know where I came from Yo, first grade, Oak street elementary A few blocks from the Inglewood cemetery I lived through hard