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Jones George The Blues Man

you hadn't stuck it out with this blues man I'm up in my years now nights would be so cold now If she hadn't hung around with this blues man.

you hadn't stuck it out with this blues man I'm up in my years now nights would be so cold now If she hadn't hung around with this blues man.

And toast the perfect man Chorus (Becky said again) Cause we seen it on stage when he came through town Chiseled like a polished stone Put it on the man

Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up

gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp through For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jay

creep up on you like a kudzu vine Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line 'Til one day you're craving hominy grits And scanning the jukebox for George Jones

in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man

DON'T THINK I DON'T LOVE YOU (Dallas Frazier) « © '66 Blue Crest Music » Your old cheatin' heart has finally caught you A thousand times

night said let's go to Tennessee So we came down to Nashville to the Grand Ole Opry. Well, we were watchin' TV, Ernest Tubb was singin' loud I said that's the man