Grain In Hides and Corn In Sacks - John Patrick

Hey, Poncho, where are you going? I'm going to San Francisco man To see my friend El Poncho He says, hey One String There's something you got to know, you know? I said, yeah? When we are back on our saddles and our horses We sing this old country song like this Chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow On my way to San Francisco Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho He said one string There's something you got to know When we are back on our saddles and our horses Where we go We sing this Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day My mama hear me sing! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day. And Luci hear me say! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the... When chicken in the... Corn can't grow When chicken in the...

Hey, Poncho, where are you going? I'm going to San Francisco man To see my friend El Poncho He says, hey One String There's something you got to know, you know? I said, yeah? When we are back on our saddles and our horses We sing this old country song like this Chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow On my way to San Francisco Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho He said one string There's something you got to know When we are back on our saddles and our horses Where we go We sing this Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day My mama hear me sing! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow Don't need to brag No need to boast I can rock you from a pillow To post to post When the music's nice We play them twice While the girls are screaming out like mice My name is Brushy I'm the king of swing To rap your music And to let you sing It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say I rap my music night and day Rock them night and day. And Luci hear me say! Chicken in the corn And the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow, mamma When chicken in the corn Say the corn can't grow When chicken in the... When chicken in the... Corn can't grow When chicken in the...

Иисус живёт в Москве Иисус играет в Доту Иисус ходит на работу Иисус застрял в кармане Иисус обожает кофе Иисус ходит в чёрной кофте Иисус откисает в бане Иисус застрял в кармане Иисус ненавидит хлопья Иисус покупает копья Иисус знает: лучше не станет Иисус застрял в кармане Иисус обожает кофе Иисус ходит в чёрной кофте Иисус откисает в бане Иисус застрял в кармане

I'm asking questions time and time again In a race that never, ever ends I'm waiting for a bus that never shows I'm opening, I gotta let it go I'm searching for a place that don't exist Need a map to find the end of my nose Hanging from my limbs in the swaying breeze I'm opening, I gotta let it go (What was all this mambo-jambo business?) (Two and two are four) (I really think that that computer in there) (It just got to be drunk) In my life the good and bad they come and go Highs and lows are often all that show Know it's time to go against the grain Or it will kill me down below To live in comfort and know its warm embrace Reminds me only to quicken up the pace Know it's time to go against the grain Or it will kill me down below Singing a song never heard All of sudden I know every word And I know there's no direction home It's right here where all the wild things grow (Today seems uh, a clever confusion) (Makes you wanna blow up some bass and bury your head like an ostrich) In my life the good and bad they come and go Highs and lows are often all that show Know it's time to go against the grain Or it will kill me down below To live in comfort and know its warm embrace Reminds me only to quicken up the pace Know it's time to go against the grain Or it will kill me down below (There's no doubt it and that country of his proves it) (Four and four are eight) (But he's talking about the greatest brain ever made by man)