THE OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL TRADITIONAL Oh come along, boys, and listen to my tale, I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail. (chorus) Come
, word We got home at three in the morning, I was beat Them contractions started coming as soon as I fell asleep 3:05, like every five minutes, then the water broke
schoolboy comets All blazin' on your man chronic, I twist the hard caps back To blue bonnets, I repeat, who want it? Daytime on the list of time on the tradition
it make to talk and not listen shine eye glisten, BMZ 3 automatic ignition Ice on wrist and an Armani safari suit, when I'm fishin' GoodFella tradition
come in hail How dare ya'all point the finger at me 'Cuz I'm a straight G ain't that what it's supposed to be? Shit, I'm just followin' the tradition
kinfolk Have disowned a few others and me I guess it's because I kinda changed my direction And Lord, I guess I went And broke their family tradition
And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear was a Methodist This musical aggregation Toured the entire nation Singing traditional
FLANDYKE SHORE (Trad; arr;Gil Goldstein-Traditional, arranged by Peter Webster) I went unto my own love's chamber window, Where I had often been before
old traditions Age old traditions, is it what you hold close to your heart? Old testament, old covenant is what you preach That broke when the body
Lyrics - Writer: (Traditional) Album: Eutaw Thanks to: SofaKing; Molly; Jamie Well she tore my clothes She swelled my head So goodbye booze i'm goin
else but me literally the rhymes speak for themselves. I never ran to the states trying to get signed for me it was never get rich or die trying. Broke tradition
my adversary declines I've trained in weapons, mic chucks and deadly spinning vinyl The drunk munk breathing aerosol till I'm a krylon wino Unorthodox over traditional
I wanna do it all, visit Paris in the fall Watch the Yankee's play ball, I wanna take it all in Catch a few beads down at Mardi Gras Start a tradition
read about him in the Bible The horny little pagan idol No wonder my mind is so twisted But thank God my church wasn't broke-wristed Even though I never
hate that Reason why the angers developed Put a shell up in the chamber Let the gun smoke from the Nine I tote Bassheads numbed off coke A rib got broke
always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally
Traditional Went up on the mountain to fetch me a load of pine, put it in the wagon, I broke down behind. (Chorus:) Run mountain, chug a little hill
broke all the fork teeth, broke all the fork teeth, and broke all the fork teeth, they were'nt strong enough. Broke out Granddad's teeth, broke all Granddad's teeth, broke
