long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home The long
play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long,
it back like Hammer's home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a darn country song This whole country wrong What
Well, my old Uncle Joe, he's a proud Democrat He's got FDR on his baseball cap An' thinks the whole country's on a one-way track to hell He says there
song so chorus ghetto, country, hood, ratchet put your hands up if you f**king that s**t ghetto, ya know opposite of busse twelve inch yaki, big round booties ghetto way
last so long If nobody did nobody wrong If we knew what we had before it was gone If every road led back home This would be The very last country song
five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin' I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by
the busy street but nobody is goin' anywhere Well, my heart's in the highlands with the horses and hounds Way up in the border country far from the towns
one step at a time putting one foot in front of the other it sure feels right Healing on my mind been a long way been a long way to the light I'd made
one foot in front of the other It sure feels right Healing on my mind Been a long way Been a long way to the light A long way to the light So I'm sitting
to know the state you're in Not enough to get out, not enough to win What did you learn at home today Did you learn to hate in the proper way Did your
You dry my eyes with your long sleeve Your sweatshirt's way too big on me, but it's perfect You hate my taste in DVDs When I let you drive the red GT
mistake Now if you'll just point the way to the depot Why I'll be checking on the next fast freight Tell you what you run on home now and you tell your
of the steel Seemed that jarred the country side It was a southbound freight and it was runnin' late tryin' hard to make up time When a great big man
dead 'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big
side of that great big pond You really think a Georgia boy can't get fun Love the way this beautiful catty shootin' it at me Yeah, baby girl, long as
C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke I took a
