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Kentucky Headhunters

Everybody knows you've been steppin' on my toes And I'm gettin' pretty tired of it You keep a-steppin' out of line and you're messin' with my mind If

On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot Dan dropped in about five o'clock Took off his jacket, said, "The night is short" He reached in

DRY-LAND FISH Written by Anthony Kenney, Greg Martin, Fred Young, Richard Young, and Doug Phelps From the album "Songs from the Grass String Ranch" Vocals

Well, You know I like to socialise Just works out that way I like drinkin' with him I like talkin' to her I got a million things to say And if you think

Well let's all go, down to Dumas Walker Let's all go, down to Dumas Walker We'll get a slaw, burger, fries and a bottle of skeet Bring it on out to my

Jessico, don't ya know, your're the stars in our eyes You're the rhythm and the blues and the tears that we cry Jessico, don't ya know, that you've come

When I hug my baby, ooh, what a thrill? When I kiss my baby, mmm, what a chill? She's got that love bug crawlin' down my spine Well, I know that she

Everybody goin' out and having fun I'm just a fool for stayin' home and havin' none I can?t get over how she set me free Oh, lonesome me Bad mistake

Lyrics: [Intro] Uptown..... Yeah...yeah..nigga Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you wat we livin like (uptown) Well