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Käännös: Rolling Stones. Olen Country Boy.
day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar Said, "C'mere son, I'm gonna make you a star" Bo Diddley
frequent flier mileage Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I'm poppin
Eagles and The Beatles And The Rolling Stones When I was just a little kid I became a hybrid Super country, evangelic Rockabilly, psychedelic cowboy There's a
I'm a super-country, evangelic, rockabilly, psychaedelic cowboy. I'm a "Twist 'n Shout", an' they keep breakin', Puts the move on you right now boy. Super-country
night, the world's growing old I lost my girl to the Rolling Stones I lost my girl to the Rolling Stones Freestyle 45 Freestyle I'm a country boy, I
slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through? Hello my Country, I
a good way, that's a real good way That's a good way to get on my bad side I like Van Halen and I like George Jones Charlie Daniels and the Rolling Stones
media is not fooling me 'cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human family
a good way, that's a real good way That's a good way to get on my bad side I like Van Halen and I like George Jones Charlie Daniels and the Rollin' Stones
I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone A poor girl wants to marry And a rich girl wants to flirt A rich man goes to college And a
I, I packed my bags and caught a plane out to L.A. And I rented me a palace down by the sea A small town boy to a California king I rolled up in my
I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch More deadly than the venom that some anacondas spit The
like a hoe And now I'm rolling round sucking on a steel dick Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bullshit Know what I'm saying
I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same time I'd like to come
grill, I can't buy that bullshit I'm wit' some street shit like a reverend in the pulpit They call me Chef-Boy-R.G. but I hold dat thought It's a Kodak
