Hey, Buddy Bolden

Yeah, when I'm in the sky - I'm too far away - Gotta kickin to feel it - Terminate another no one is my brotheryeah! The sun burns on me Well, hell is home tomb - city -stone - nail me to another cross[yeah!] Pour the gasoline, yeahburn the fucker clean - Tell mewho'd she coo I want her - Like asuicide flex - hit the run and hide!
Tell me who'd she coo shine thebody! Yeah...Omega-man say, "It'sall gone away, I cannot believe it."
Well I am the one a god with a gunI am Legend!! Planet - grave - hard -kill the slave - nail me to anothercross [yeah!] Pour the gasoline,yeah burn th


Thank God I’m A Country Boy

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play “Sally Goodin'� all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, “Live a good life and play the fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

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Interlude
True Men Don't Kill Coyotes
Come out and Dance
Sometimes I Don't Mind
Like A Rat Does Cheese
If (You Weren't There)
A Dream
Grind Me in the Gears
L'Enfer Des Formes
We'll Burn The Sky
Hound Dog
Ghetto Symphony
Disco Medley 2
Mystery Of Iniquity
Psycho Dj
Scorched Earth Erotica
Crash And Burn
Right Side Of Wrong
Them Or Us
My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)
As the World Turns
Through the Corridors
Breakdown
¿Cuantos Son?
Chinese Whispers
Gotta Get A Message To You
Love at First Sight
Hurry Up
Je Hoeft Niet Naar Huis Vannacht
Your The Only One
Payback
Bottom Line
Paranoid In Hell
My Reply
Screaming
Morning Glow
Don't Underestimate Love
Factory of Wines
Banks of the Roses
All I Can Do
My Turn
Bonie Lesley
Not Me
Not Sorry
Prisoners Of War
Got No Soul
Make Me Belong To You
Mothers Ashes