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Little Big Town Good Lord Willing

gonna make it out alive Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise Good Lord willing and the creek don't

way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold cash On the mic Shaquel Shabazz Supreme, the Lord

See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord

't matter If you're from the wrong side of town No, it doesn't matter If you're from the wrong side of town Bobby Little lives on the other side of town

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord that my momma will never weep And let her live in peace and stop spending A hundred Gs up in her sleep When will

And a first class ticket Destination movie land I will be in Hollywood, Mama Before the roosters crow again When I first started playing music Over sixteen years ago Every big town

home. Don't get any idea, little lady. On the other side of town, the assistant D.A. promise the game little jump shooter [Martin Harrison] will swing

Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar [Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar] The east to the west Up north to the down south Live wires connect So if you swangin

me the will to survive When we're hungry...love will keep us alive When we're hungry...love will keep us alive When we're hungry...love will keep