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| The Runners | |
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The Heat... Is getin to mah head We Need... A hammock or a bed I Dream... Of cool shade under a tree Thats why we're walkin'... Walkin' down to ole Tennessee I Wade... In the cool waters of the creek A parade... Of leeches at mah feet I Pray... This river takes us til we're free That's why we're floatin'... Down ole Mississippi We got these margaritas slidin', hidin' inside Steal a ride with the deft and Bold runners of white lightning moonshine Platte Valley, Cat Daddy Drink 'em down & we'll spin around Like the old town lonely paddy Retreat back to TN With cuisine, fifteen green & keen to go back again... |