When I was a girl growing up in the South Wild as a March hare, trying to figure things out Back when the Black-eyed peas were something you put in your mouth Yeah, you know what I’m talking about… We were told to either fish or cut bait, Can’t never could and it don’t pay to be late When you’re a sight for sore eyes, it’s good to see your face You know what I’m talking about…
CHORUS: WE LIKE OUR LOVING UNDER THE STARS UP IN THE SKY IF ONE’S IN THE OVEN, YOU STILL GET SERVICE WITH A SMILE IF WE HAD OUR DROTHERS WE’D RATHER WALK A COUNTRY MILE YOU CATCH MORE BEES WITH HONEY THAN WITH MONEY IT’S THE SOUTHERN WAY OF LIFE (SIMPLE LIFE )……(DO WHAT?)
Living in high cotton is the way it should be Two peas in a pod means you’re hanging with me If you’re pointing a finger you’re barking up the wrong tree You know what I’m talking about…
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We’re fixin’ to get with it, there’s hoe cakes in the kitchen You can fetch ‘em if you want ‘em, I reckon it’s time for supper When you’re smack dab in the middle of some high falutin quibble No need to start a ruckus or get all cattywampus…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
