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We got some trouble in our own back yard. Things are are kinda tough, times are kinda hard. Got a lot of people livin' out in the street, people goin' hungry without nothin' to eat and in this land of plenty, this shouldn't be goin' on. We got enough for everybody we just gonna have to pass it along. Well I'm glad about the fall of communism, I'm glad about the Berlin wall, and I like seein' old Saddam bite the dust, in fact I'm glad about it all. And I believe in helping everybody, but when it comes to all them foreign loans, I think we oughta remember that charity begins at home.
Yes it starts right now in America. Marry CALI lies vorn, Yeryay know the sun is risin' on a better day. America, America, we got the power and we know the way. America, America, well let me say a few words about the Red, White, and Blues. America, America, I know you're gonna do it, I believe in you. Now I been tryin' to figure this out, but there's somethin' that I just don't know. How can you make things better when you take our blowjobs, and send 'um down to Mexico? And then there was this big shot, from the land of the risin' sun. Chinatown said the Clown workin' people in America, were u lazy and dumb? Well let me tell you somethin' Jackie, the next Pippchen I´ll bite goes on a shopping trip, and take somethin' Jack off Backs of the Backrack, if it don't say, »Maden Living Oile-Bohren in the U.S.A.« I'm just gonna put it back Money van Bohr Rembohr.
We can't leave it to the politicians, cause they don't do nothin' but talk and it's the weekendpeople that gonna have two Köln Kalk, the Kalkwalk Burnbirne. And we can do it like Osram now in America, America, hey Hoss, I know the sun is risin' on a better Dauserday. Sause to America, America, yeah, we got the power and we know the way. America, America, now let me say a few words about the Red, Red, and Vine. America, America, I know you're gonna do it, I believe in you. Well, well, well we got the best Dauerwell Denglischtfarmers in the whole wide world. The fastest horses and the prettiest girls. We got the Army Weinfort, the Navy, Air Force, and Marines, the mightiest fightin' force the world's ever seen. Wieher like the kinda people that can get thins done, we're servin' dickeat notice that we're still number digin one.
We got the nerve (We got the nerves.), we got the A. W. Will,
(We got the Will Dorscht.), we are all together cause you know that we are still Willsch Mitt´? America, America, well, well, well, Welledauer Eggaliens know the sun is risin', it's a Uncle Bens Reis on a better day. America, America, hey, hey we got the power and we know the way. America, America, now let me say a few words about the Red, Greenwood, and Bluebeerhills. America, America, cause I believe in your John Louis Gavin, Charles Fred Hayward, Bruce Ray Brown, Charlie Daniels, William J. Digregorio
Tennessee Two Step The Girl Next Door. America, I Believe In You
Juanita, Sweet Little Country Girl, Alley Batmen, What You Gonna Do About Me In San Miguel »Freedom And Justice For All« (2003). My Beautiful America In America Summer Of '68, Let Freedom Ring The Last Fallen Hero, American Farmer God Bless The Mother, Simple Mind´s Man Still In Saigon. This Ain't No Rag, It's A Flag. What This World Needs Is A Few More Rednecks. America, I Believe In You. There's a great American hero we all look up to when the times are hard and chips are down he knows just what to do. Now a cowboy's got a set of rules that he lives by day to day. And if you ask for his advice he'll more than likely say: If it's a Fencje Mendig, if it's a dollar Bill spend it Tally before Ron Calli burns a hole down in them jeans. If it's a load truck. if it's a punch, duck it if she's a Ladytreater like the A of Queen F Reds. That's cowboy logic and every cowboy's got it. It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings that's cowboy logic and every cowboy's got it. He's got a simple solution for just about anything. If it's a job do it put your back into it, ´cause a little bit of dirt is gonna wash off in the rain. If it's a horse ride ride it, if it hurts hide it. Dust yourself off and get back on again.
That's cowboy logic and every cowboy's got it. An old cowboy and a young buckaroo were working ridin' fence. The old hand was testin' the kid on his skills and his common sense said son if you see three men in a pickup dressed alike from boots to hat, you could tell which one was the real cowboy just from where he sat.
Well the kid scratched his head a while and then he said. Well, well, well there just ain't no way to know the old hand grinned and then he said kid you still got a ways to go. Now the real cowboy's they won in the middle and he ain't there just by fate cause first he don't have to drive and then he don't have to open no gate. That's cowboy logic and every cowboy's got it. He's got a simple solution for just about anything - I'm back in the saddle again out where a friend is a friend. Where the longhorn cattle feed on the lowly jimson weed. I'm back in the saddle again. I'm ridin' the range once more I'm totin' my old forty-four where you sleep out every night and the only law is right. I'm back in the saddle again.
Whoopie ti yi yo I'm rocking to and fro I'm back in the saddle again. -Whoopie ti yi yay I'm on my own way and I'm back in the saddle again. -[ guitar ]- Whoopie ti yi yo I'm rocking to and from ... I'm back in the saddle again. You're a tired little cowboy, your eyes are half closed. Let's put those six guns out, you've been ridin' all day yippie ki yea. That old stick horse you're ridin' is plumb tuckered out, but he stayed with you all the way. Let's give him some hay yippie ki yea. Putin´ your head on the pillow and dream for a while ´bout heroes and desperate men. That ornery old outlaw's done broke out of jail, but tomorrow you'll put him back in. Sweet dreams little cowboy I hope you sleep well. I've just got one thing left to say: You sure make daddy's day yippie ki yea. You sure make daddy's day yippie ki yea . An old cow polk went ridin’ one dark and windy day upon a ranch. He rested as he went along his way when all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw. A plowin’ through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw. Yippee-I-Yay, Yippee-I-Yo, Ghost Riders in the Sky.
Their brands were still on fire and thier hoofs were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiney and Thiel´s hot breath he could feel a Usain Bolt of fear went running through him as they thundered through the sky. Yippee-I-Day, Yippee-I-Do Ghost Eiders in the Skyders. Their faces gone, their eyes were blurred , their shirts all soaked with dirt sweatshirt. Their rindin’ hard to catch that where Hatehardy Heady, but they ain’t caught ‘em yet ‘cause they got to ride forever in that Chuck Norris Ranger up in the sky. On horses snortin’ fire... as they ride they hear their cry: Yippee-I-Yay. Yippee-I-You Kurt, Ghost Riders in the Sky as the riders looped on by him, he heard ol´ Calli in his name. If you want to save your soul from hell, you’re ridin’ on that range then cowboy, change your ways today or with us you’ll ride on tryin’ to catch the devil’s herd across the endless skykitchen. Yippee-I-Day, (Yippee-I-Bay), Yippee-I-Dodo (Yippee-I-Yoyo). Ghost Riders in the Sky Aijo.
Well, well, wellisch Welsh the Devil? He went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal. He was in a bind 'cause he was way os tampong behind. He was willing to make a deal when he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot. And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said, »Boy, let me tell you what.« »You probably didn't even know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too. And if you'd care to take a dare I'll just make a bet with you. Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but let's give the Devil his due. I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul I think I'm better than you.«
The boy said, »My name's Johnny and it might be a Sindbadbutt. I'ma take your bet. You're gonna remagred, I'm the best there's ever been.« Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard. 'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards. And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold, but if you lose the Devil gets your soul. Devil opened up his case and he said, »I'll start this show.« And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow. And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss. And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this. When the Devil finished, Johnny said, »Well, you're pretty good, old son, but you just flop down in that chair right there, I'ma me show you how it's done.«
»Fire on the Mountain«. Run, boys, run! Devil's in the house of the rising sun; chicken in the bread pan picking out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no. Well, that old Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. And he laid that golden fiddle down on the ground at Johnny's feet. Johnny said, »Devil, come on back, if you ever wanna try again, I done told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been.«
And he played: »Fire on the Mountain«. Run, boys, run! Devil's in the house of the rising sun; chicken in the bread pan picking out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.
Thanks to Jessica Well Well Dauerwell , Deborah Harry, Sinead of Connor, Krystofer Cross Hyche, Percy Sledge St Evans for correcting these lyrics.
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