where did the feeling go Oh Lord I never felt so low Now the skirts hang so heavy around your head That you never knew you were young Because you played chance
译文: 大国. 机会.
tirin' task Gold knobs on my benzo dash Five freaks just to comb my hair Monograms on my underwear Bodyguards around, so please, don't dare You're takin' a chance
people were singing Like they never sung before All over the country Did you love the way they loved you? Ain't no knocker on the last big door Just
the belly of the country, over East of Eden, yeah. Gm C Gm C Confused by the big
is (bang bang bang bang!) And (kkkaaaa ching!) And take your money Rollin through the city, old school on them big boys, 12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise, Got the big
't playin' right, I let you tell it People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get And any chance
Livin' in the city Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on But the job demands that you make new plans Before your big chance is gone You get a house
tech n9nes verse: hey, i really like you so maybe we, can go half on a baby see countries take a chance with crazy me, And I never wanna be shady T, dont
comrads with tanks with diamonds and Tru tats We make 'em say "Uhh" an' "How ya do that?" Third ward hustlaz on these streets chasin' riches Penetentury chances
bums 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss And
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
t that my dick's so goddamn big, it's just that I know how to use. I'll never let no nickle-dime whore ever get the chance to abuse it. They can suck
Like they never sung before All over the country Did you love the way they loved you? Ain't no knocker on the last big door Just push on the panel and
The Rock tell you a little story about pie... Driving down South, though quickly aroused, when my car caught a flat near this old farm house. I hope somebody's home, takin' a chance
so fine, if I could just go back to 1949 I wonder if by chance they might remember, a teenage boy so wild and fancy free, who always loved guitars and country
) But he was steppin' too slow (It was a sultry day) Got surrounded by a sheriff (Boxed in) In Mexico (I didn't even have a chance to see the country
