In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone In a minute things you though were tied can come straight undone How about some knocks on wood some so far it's so good any day What you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out To the north and south that's what plates are about Nature has no conscience no kindness or ill will The dreams they had make me sad because of the vibes of them When one girl dreamt a fire in hers and then it happened To me and my family my bro's and I were driving The RV bleeding flames us leaping through fire surviving Zoned with no home there was fire all on it Umm let me have my life I want it I'm gonna let you know that I said We're coming in kill we're coming chill We've comin in how we will Gone to tell the whole world what's the deal And I say know no critical boarder cuz We do what we want Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font Not one to get over sounding like the norm Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn All we coming with is a little bit of swing And we go on like it ain't no thing Omaha stylee did not think there was one Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988 Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state Still we're down like that x3 Makin the funk that smells of skunk Omaha stylee did not think there was one Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988 Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state The dancehall that we come from was a pooltable basement the Bud was low key and the records were jamaican Such occasions occur back in the day It begins you're a raw kid all the way Son of a gun but they you drifted All are endowed but few are gifted At the break of dawn behaving like a spy Lampin in the light the cold world awakens Deeper is the light to open up the sky Look into my eyes see the dialatin' Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man Embedded in out souls it breathes out from this band We always knew that we could Thank you if you too felt we would Not one to get over sounding like the norm Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn All we coming with is a little bit of swing And we go on like it ain't no thing Omaha stylee did not think there was one Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988 Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state Still we're down like that x3 Makin the funk that smells of skunk We will arise explore these worlds and find the grass roots How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew My dude on the one come off like Teflon Rock your shit and you will rise on If you're a farmer out standing in your field say Do as you will do as you wish follow your bliss say We travel round the country giving it our best Like to see the people dancing and bouncing and the rest The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass We forged the sword chariots of war our battle axe There's much power in anger but loves a bigger banger Complete props to my crew cuz this is how we do Omaha Stylee

Mental note There's a whole lot of nothing outside, why can't you work with me There a whole lot of money outside, not in the family Pull me to the side before you test it Bore me with your surface level content Raging with all lightweights, slow down Won't look down on you when it goes right Singing the blues, I'm your Yves Klein Fell out the sky like its Fortnite Blame it on you on my off nights On my off nights Omaha, Omaha Don't you call an audible on us Kamehameha Don't you drag it on out Omaha, Omaha Don't you call an audible on us Kamehameha Don't you drag it on out Yeah, ha, yeah And she fell inside my lap, Santa's baby And she claim that she in love, but she was faking And she pulling up my stats, like you my favorite Hey, ain't no shame in it And I'm off the sauce right now, ain't no taming it Yeah, I know you lost right now and there's pain in that City girl, but the world keep caving in Omaha, Omaha Don't you call an audible on us Kamehameha Don't you drag it on out Omaha, Omaha Don't you call an audible on us Kamehameha Don't you drag it on out Beam me up Amangiri, you can't book this through Expedia No bad blood that's Anemia And I put a model on her feet, yeah Not above all the rumors Put a hold to your future Bet a lick turn them Hollywood, let's go Took a brick then I built a home Now we on the road so high Omaha, Omaha Don't you call an audible on us Kamehameha Don't you drag it on out Omaha, Omaha Don't you call an audible on us Kamehameha Don't you drag it on out

One, two, three Baby left in Omaha She's got too much just going on All these options forcing me to find myself Why on Earth would I ask you for any help? I was thinking wrong, yeah You're already gone, baby I was thinking wrong, yeah Already gone, baby Who said it's forever? You've got to set your mind free I don't have time for this weather I let it pour over me 'Cause you're thinking wrong, yeah We're already gone, baby 'Cause you're thinking wrong, yeah You're already gone You're already gone, yeah (You've got to set your mind free) You're already gone, baby (You've got to set your mind free) You're already gone, yeah (You've got to set your mind free) You're already gone, baby (You've got to set your mind free) (You've got to set your mind free) (You've got to set your mind free)

(Mel Tillis) I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with He gets drunk and loses his job And every road that you travel on Is dusty, rocky and hard I couldn't make you love me You only made me blue So all in all, if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. --- Instrumental --- Well, I hope that the train From Caribou Maine Runs over your new love affair You walk the floor From door to door And pull out your peroxide hair. You never was my woman 'Cause you were never true So all in all if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweetm sweet, sweet mental revenge...

(Bill Martin - Phil Coulter) Sunday morning in the valley We would gather for the service Emmily Jane would run to meet me She'd smile at papa kinda nervous. All the people came from miles around I can still hear the sound. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die. Thanks to the Lord For the crops and for the farm For the satrenght in my right arm And for keepin' us from harm. Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks Thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emmily Jane. --- Instrumental --- Came the day that we were married All our folks from the congregation Emmily Jane was like an angel The sweetest thing in all creation. Papa hugged me and my mama cried Everybody smiled with pride. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die.

People sit around and they talk and talk How their dreams all ended too soon Guess they never hung out under the stars Howling at the moon I guess we're as different as nine and eight I see it in a different light I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights They wanna go back to when a Cadillac Didn't look like a Chevrolet It meant a lot to them but not a thing to me I never owned one anyway But a good looking woman and an old guitar With both of them tuned just right Well, I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights

Lord knows I am peaceful when I'm left alone I've always been an Eagle, been awhile since I have flown My claws are sharp as ever, so's my Eagle eye Something's gonna go tonight, when the Eagle flies Lately I've heard rumors that the Eagle may be lame Just because I've been idle, don't mean that I'm tame You've jeopardized my freedom, my natural place to roost I can fly when I have to, if they turn the Eagle loose So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air So lay all your doubts aside when you go to bed tonight My feathers are all ruffled now, I'm ready for a fight Just because I took awhile to fly that don't mean I don't care When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air When you feel the shadow crossing, the Eagle's in the air

Through the chill of winter Running across a frozen lake Hunters hard right on his trail All odds are against him With a family to provide for One thing he must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Drifting by the roadside Lines etched on an aging face It wants to find some honest space Losing to the range wars He's got two strong legs to guide him Two strong arms keep him alive Will the wolf survive? Standing in the pouring rain All alone in a world that's changed Running scared now forced to hide In a land where he once stood with pride But he'll find his way by the morning light Sounds across the nation Coming from your hearts and minds Battered drums and old guitars Singing songs of passion It's the truth that they all look for Something they must keep alive Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive? Will the wolf survive?