If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point

Money, get away Get a good job with good pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team Money, get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of

Oh, frisky, yeah, yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil' ole, lil' ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin'

Spend my time trying to get along I'd be a rich man Come the day I died And ease my mind Get me ready Cause I'm gonna come back home I'd close my eyes And weep no more If I had a dollar for every time I cried

I'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck with you) I'd rather fuck with you, Aaaah, this is one of them songs You can kick back and smoke a joint to. And get real fucked up. I like to dedicate this one to all the lovely young ladies out there. Oh

Get back, honky cat Better get back to the woods Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways They said, get back, honky cat You better get back, honky cat Living in the city ain't where it's at It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine Get back,

Comin' down that railroad track And get some sand in my shoes She's the fastest train on the line Look a-yonder comin' Hey, look a-yonder comin' It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida Or maybe Californy

When the lights go down in the city And the sun shines on the bay I want to be there in my city So you think you're lonely Well my friend I'm lonely too I want to get back to my city by the bay It's sad, oh there's been mornings Out on the road without

I got what you want boy, I got what you want I got what you want boy, you never going to get it No you never going to get it, so you might as well forget it Ho$h ninja's back what a fuckin jol Nog 'n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol Tsek dis kif

No, nothing picks me up like a beer can And get to feeling like superman I'm gonna throw back a couple an' Keep it 'em glued to my right hand Any flavor, size, or brand Until the point where I can’t stand I’ve been working this job 9 to 5 Minium wage and