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Box Car Willie Song Of Songs

How I love that old melody they are playing, I've heard it in so many different songs. It's made stars of country music singers, And the tune just keeps

too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get

it again if you miss me before Its no big deal I have so a big will And them little cars with so big wheels Put a little box for them all big steels

sound, when I'm underground Boulevard to boulevard, avenue to avenue, I'll be havin' you Playin' a scene to a song so mean that'll get Your whole car

Bee All you haters will see, see, see Oh don't be mad, I can't put this money in a casket I can't put these cars in a box with the ashes I can't take

box again She wants a man I can look up to, a role model to come through-- Don't bother unpacking your car...cinogen filled thrill sticks This girl will

.A. and spread your message there? Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing, The only thing that'll ever change will be the song you sing, Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car

I'll just sell dank - sacks 20's, 10's, I'm drivin the weights to be prepared in case I meet my fate and I'm always thinking, "Where will I go when I die? Will

the boy in the box like David Blaine Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button Front of all you in your car