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"Graveyard BBQ"
02:10
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Said I’m Reverand T
Peterbilt Wilson
Bud Black III
And Brownbag Johnson
We feed our camp
We leave you damp
We’ll clamp you on the Amp
CHORUS: Cause We’re Graveyard BBQ
And We’re hear to rock the show
Goin down South
Sell our souls
The Crossroads be’ith
The place we go
To meet our bro
To make a deal
To break the mold
We lit the torch
Our wheels set forth
By pavin the way
To play up North
We paid our tolls
We live our rolls
Forever more
So that’s our story
Let the truth be told
We sold our souls
For Rock N’ Roll
This ain’t no joke
This ain’t no hoax
We Sold our Souls
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"Daddy Like"
03:10
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Well... lemmy tell ya a lil' story now...... a lil' story bout ole' daddy.....
Now ole' Daddy..... ole' Daddy takes what he needs.... for Salvation!
Isn't that right ole Daddy? Thassssssss right.
Well Daddy recieve what Daddy believe
What Daddy believe what Daddy receive
cuz Daddy Like, ohhh Daddy Like
Oh Daddy will give ya a hit of the grass,
and Daddy will lick the crack of yo' ass,
cuz Daddly Like, Ohhhh Daddy Like
Well that's the toll you hike the price you pay for being the one that Daddy Like
Well Daddy takes what Daddy needs
What Daddy needs what Daddy takes
cuz Daddy Like, ohhhhh Daddy Like
Well Daddy may use a leather belt
well Daddy may leave a lil' blue welt
cuz Daddy Like, ohhhhh Daddy Like
Well that's the toll you hike the price you pay for being the one that Daddy Like
(GTR SOLO)
Well Daddy may live in the Hobo Woods
Well Daddy may slap yer lil' round goods
cuz Daddy Like, ohhhh Daddy Like
Well Daddy may be a dirty imbred
well Daddy may lick yer daughter instead
cuz Daddy Like, ohhhhh Daddy Like
Well that's the toll you hike the price you pay for being the one that Daddy Like
Well Daddy may give ya an STD,
well Daddy may give ya 2 or 3...
cuz Daddy Like, ohhhhh Daddy Like
Well Daddy may make yer anal bleed
well Daddy will spread that dirty ole' seed
cuz Daddy Like, ohhhhh Daddy Like
Well that's the toll you hike the price you pay for being the one that Daddy Likes
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"That's Alright"
01:58
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Well I feel that South wind blowin
And it’s telling me to sin
I hear that Devil howlin’
Howlin at me again
Well That’s Alright
Well That’s Alright
Well That’s Alright lil’ Mama
That friend of mine he don’t bite
Well I hear that Whiskey bottle
It’s knockin at my door
“You left me up in Memphis
Don’t come around no more”
Well That’s Alright
Well That’s Alright
Well That’s Alright lil’ Mama
That goddamn bottle’s here to stay
Well I hear that city callin
It’s callin me back home
I hear that Dixie whistling
And it won’t leave me alone
Well That’s Alright
Well That’s Alright
Well That’s Alright Lil’ Mama
That steamboat leaves tomorrow night
Well That’s Alright Lil’ Mama
These colors won’t run tonight
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