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The Hollows
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Youngblood
Well i hopped over the mountain About a thousand years ago The city called me, mama told me 'Boy, you gotta go More than a stone's throw away' Since that day, my best friend Has been this rotary telephone It's the next best thing to a southern hug From the mama that i left all alone
Farmer Youngblood, treat my mama right Farmer Youngblood, take her out tonight They say you're the talk of the town, That you got plenty of seeds in the ground, Youngblood.
Well you can't start a fire with wet wood No and you can't keep a good dog down My advice to you, mister mister is to Cool your engines down. round town it Sounds like you're a pillar, you're a Pocket filler, spillin' favors from your whirligig But my mama ain't no coin, ain't no sweet sirloin That you can spend, chop and waste Like a snot-faced kid
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Farmer Youngblood, treat my mama kind Farmer Youngblood, harvest not the pith nor the rind As the crow flies i'm miles away But as the son flies i'll be there faster than you can say 'Youngblood.'
Well there's more than a handful of ladies Baggin' groceries at your general store Who've called your bed their own they'd like to Call it that once more. they tore My mama from a cloth that with all you've bought You could never ever afford So go rotate your taters, Tell my ma you'll see her later And get cozy with your corn
Farmer Youngblood, leave my mama be Farmer Youngblood, mind your Qs and peas Don't make me come down south And wash that dirty mouth, Youngblood.
I said i'm talkin' to you. But God rest your soul, Mr. Youngblood.
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