Abortion lyrics - Kid Rock
My veins are poppin from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
Dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime
Cause I been missin you
I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now where's my gun
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh wheres my gun
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh Lord
My gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah...yeah
Yeah...yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its god himself in a jar
Yeahhhh
Heyyyyyyy
You got me, sad and lonely
When I'm me...me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
Dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime
Cause I been missin you
I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now where's my gun
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh wheres my gun
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh Lord
My gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah...yeah
Yeah...yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its god himself in a jar
Yeahhhh
Heyyyyyyy
You got me, sad and lonely
When I'm me...me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
American Bad Ass lyrics - Kid Rock
Yeah
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this
Are you scared?
Devil Without A Cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs
Thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because Only God Knows Why
Why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gat!!!!!
Fuck all y'all
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh, uh, uh, Gat
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker
You just can't fuck with
Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER
TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
I'm an... American Bad Ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can Suck My Dick (undedited version) or Radio Edit (edited version)
I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place
Super fly, livin double wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big, Fuck You!
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin
Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin
Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where I'm at
Hahahaha
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this
Are you scared?
Devil Without A Cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs
Thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because Only God Knows Why
Why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gat!!!!!
Fuck all y'all
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh, uh, uh, Gat
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker
You just can't fuck with
Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER
TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
I'm an... American Bad Ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can Suck My Dick (undedited version) or Radio Edit (edited version)
I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place
Super fly, livin double wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big, Fuck You!
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin
Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin
Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where I'm at
Hahahaha
Born 2 Be A Hick lyrics - Kid Rock
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school
I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
Ohhh I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
See I was born to be a hick man
Yeah I was born to be a hick man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a shotgun tokin
I'm a John Deere drivin
I'm a hick
Ah har
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school
I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
Ohhh I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
See I was born to be a hick man
Yeah I was born to be a hick man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a shotgun tokin
I'm a John Deere drivin
I'm a hick
Ah har
Country Boy Can Survive lyrics - Kid Rock
[Originally sung by Hank Williams Jr.]
The preacher man say's it's the end of time
The Mississippi river, she's going dry
The interest is up, and the stock market's down
You only get mugged if you go down town
I live back in the woods you see,
My woman, my kids, and my dogs, and me
I got a shotgun, and a rifle, and a 4 wheel drive
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
See, I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish, from dusk till dawn
We make our own whisky, and our own smoke too
Aint too many things these ole boys cant do, no
We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make me run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you aint into that, we don't give a God damn
I had a good friend in N.Y. city
He never called me Kid Rock, he called me hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
I'd send him some of that homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I wanna spit some beechnut in the dudes eyes
Shoot him with my mother fuckin 45
A country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make us run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you Ain't into that, we don't give a God damn
Were from North California, and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
Well I can skin a buck, and run a trout line
A Country boy can survive
Well a Country boy can survive
Survive
The preacher man say's it's the end of time
The Mississippi river, she's going dry
The interest is up, and the stock market's down
You only get mugged if you go down town
I live back in the woods you see,
My woman, my kids, and my dogs, and me
I got a shotgun, and a rifle, and a 4 wheel drive
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
See, I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish, from dusk till dawn
We make our own whisky, and our own smoke too
Aint too many things these ole boys cant do, no
We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine
A Country boy can survive
And a Country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make me run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you aint into that, we don't give a God damn
I had a good friend in N.Y. city
He never called me Kid Rock, he called me hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
I'd send him some of that homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I wanna spit some beechnut in the dudes eyes
Shoot him with my mother fuckin 45
A country boy can survive
Cause you cant starve us out, cant make us run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say grace, and we say Mam
If you Ain't into that, we don't give a God damn
Were from North California, and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
Well I can skin a buck, and run a trout line
A Country boy can survive
Well a Country boy can survive
Survive
Dark & Grey lyrics - Kid Rock
Fuck Off
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it therrreee
I never went to college, I ain't got no skills
I got hair to my shoulders and a bottle of pills
I got bills stacked up like a turkey club
I blew my last dime drinkin at the local pub
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins
I live, each day I pay
I am not Jesus
But I died in vain
Only to relive each day I'll pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it therrrreeee
Rock, rock y'all
(Rock y'all)
To the beat y'all
(Ah, to the beat y'all)
Check it out y'all
(Check it out y'all)
You cant stop y'all
(You can't stop y'all)
Rock, rock y'all
(Rock y'all)
To the beat y'all
(Ah, to the beat y'all)
Check it out y'all
(Check it out y'all)
You come alive y'all
(Alive y'all)
Come on
I never felt at home, although I grew up loved
I got a junkies mind in a ramblin man's blood
Got a flood full of thoughts that's caught in a dam
Somedays I'm gone, but that's where I am
I'm fit to slip another rippin rhyme
I'm so ahead of the game, I feel left behind
Another dime to boost, I got boots of lead
Hope I live to see this virus spread
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins I live
Each day I pay
I am not Jesus
But I died in vain
Only to relive each day I pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it there
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it therrreee
I never went to college, I ain't got no skills
I got hair to my shoulders and a bottle of pills
I got bills stacked up like a turkey club
I blew my last dime drinkin at the local pub
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins
I live, each day I pay
I am not Jesus
But I died in vain
Only to relive each day I'll pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it therrrreeee
Rock, rock y'all
(Rock y'all)
To the beat y'all
(Ah, to the beat y'all)
Check it out y'all
(Check it out y'all)
You cant stop y'all
(You can't stop y'all)
Rock, rock y'all
(Rock y'all)
To the beat y'all
(Ah, to the beat y'all)
Check it out y'all
(Check it out y'all)
You come alive y'all
(Alive y'all)
Come on
I never felt at home, although I grew up loved
I got a junkies mind in a ramblin man's blood
Got a flood full of thoughts that's caught in a dam
Somedays I'm gone, but that's where I am
I'm fit to slip another rippin rhyme
I'm so ahead of the game, I feel left behind
Another dime to boost, I got boots of lead
Hope I live to see this virus spread
I am not sunshine
I am dark and grey
For this life of sins I live
Each day I pay
I am not Jesus
But I died in vain
Only to relive each day I pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it there
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Forty lyrics - Kid Rock
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
I can't say that I am thrilled
I never dated or known a writer,
I'll probably never will.
Well I guess I'm freaking forty,
Oh, but I'm better of them some,
Well I might be freaking forty,
But you're freaking forty-one.
Well I guess I'm freaking forty,
Now all the kids call me old man,
I.. and a freaky...exam.
I guess I'm freaking forty,
But I'm better off than you!
Well I might be freaking forty,
But you're freaking forty-two.
Oh right!
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
Well I'm a Peter at Peter Pan,
And sometimes I feel foolish,
I make my living singing in this band.
I guess I'm freaky forty,
Well that's what my momma said,
But Bruce Springsteen is freaky sixty-two
And the Stones are almost dead.
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
I can't say that I am thrilled.
I still have a … cowboy,
I don't need the little blue bills.
I guess I'm freaking forty,
Forty ain't nothing to me,
Well I might be freaky forty,
Hell I'm lying, I'm forty-three!
I can't say that I am thrilled
I never dated or known a writer,
I'll probably never will.
Well I guess I'm freaking forty,
Oh, but I'm better of them some,
Well I might be freaking forty,
But you're freaking forty-one.
Well I guess I'm freaking forty,
Now all the kids call me old man,
I.. and a freaky...exam.
I guess I'm freaking forty,
But I'm better off than you!
Well I might be freaking forty,
But you're freaking forty-two.
Oh right!
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
Well I'm a Peter at Peter Pan,
And sometimes I feel foolish,
I make my living singing in this band.
I guess I'm freaky forty,
Well that's what my momma said,
But Bruce Springsteen is freaky sixty-two
And the Stones are almost dead.
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty,
I can't say that I am thrilled.
I still have a … cowboy,
I don't need the little blue bills.
I guess I'm freaking forty,
Forty ain't nothing to me,
Well I might be freaky forty,
Hell I'm lying, I'm forty-three!
Fuck That lyrics - Kid Rock
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
So all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAHHHHHHHH!!!
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny, and I smell like sex
But in my heart I have no regrets
So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like
Cause everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
I see lights in my sights, but they look dim
I never backed out or cracked out, but I look thin
I wanna fight for the right, but I'm wrong
Say you love me, now I'm gone
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
So all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAHHHHHHHH!!!
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny, and I smell like sex
But in my heart I have no regrets
So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like
Cause everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
I see lights in my sights, but they look dim
I never backed out or cracked out, but I look thin
I wanna fight for the right, but I'm wrong
Say you love me, now I'm gone
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
In Detroit lyrics - Kid Rock
Bad ass on track, the big for trucks
We spend the day on the lining, the nights lit up
We rock blue jeans tees, Old English Ds
So baby you best to believe that’s how we do it in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D
We’re the real deal trick, ’bout as real as it gets
We don’t pay that high class Hollywood sh*t
We don’t start drama, but if it’s around,
Say hello to a Motown throw-down in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D
Yeah that’s how we do it in the D baby
Blue and gray all the way, and we came to play
So what’s up now dawg?
With the big brown fist, with the “can’t stop soul”
The high, proud city always ready to roll
Get your bunch of data, get to see this through
Cause tough times don’t last, tough ṗeople do
In Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D, D, D
In Detroit,
Among the people in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D,
All the time in Detroit
Among the people in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D, D
We spend the day on the lining, the nights lit up
We rock blue jeans tees, Old English Ds
So baby you best to believe that’s how we do it in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D
We’re the real deal trick, ’bout as real as it gets
We don’t pay that high class Hollywood sh*t
We don’t start drama, but if it’s around,
Say hello to a Motown throw-down in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D
Yeah that’s how we do it in the D baby
Blue and gray all the way, and we came to play
So what’s up now dawg?
With the big brown fist, with the “can’t stop soul”
The high, proud city always ready to roll
Get your bunch of data, get to see this through
Cause tough times don’t last, tough ṗeople do
In Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D, D, D
In Detroit,
Among the people in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D,
All the time in Detroit
Among the people in Detroit
That’s how we do it in Detroit,
Up in the D, D, D, D
The Midwest Fall lyrics - Kid Rock
Listen to the wind, lonesome is the sound
Blowing in changes and breaking through this town
Listen to the heartbeat, heartland's barely breathing
Hope and faith are still alive but jobs are steady leaving
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
In the days of my youth there was dancing in the streets
Ford was building motorcars and folks were building dreams
'Round the clock, day and night, working hard's a way of life
As I recall
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take the Midwest fall
My grandpa was a union man, my daddy watched it burn
We never had a lot, we lived off what we earned
We built the cars and tanks that helped to keep our nation free
And now I can't afford to feed my family
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take the Midwest fall, oh, oh yeah
I can't pay my taxes, Lord
I can't afford to feed my kids
I guess I'll stay and ride it out
Because you are so beautiful, yeah
The Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take
The Midwest fall, oh, don't go away
The Midwest fall, dreamin', dreamin'
The Midwest fall, ah, don't go away
It's hard to take, please don't go away you are so beautiful
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
Blowing in changes and breaking through this town
Listen to the heartbeat, heartland's barely breathing
Hope and faith are still alive but jobs are steady leaving
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
In the days of my youth there was dancing in the streets
Ford was building motorcars and folks were building dreams
'Round the clock, day and night, working hard's a way of life
As I recall
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take the Midwest fall
My grandpa was a union man, my daddy watched it burn
We never had a lot, we lived off what we earned
We built the cars and tanks that helped to keep our nation free
And now I can't afford to feed my family
It chills me to the bone
Brings a tear to my eye
Like the last days of summer gone
It's hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take the Midwest fall, oh, oh yeah
I can't pay my taxes, Lord
I can't afford to feed my kids
I guess I'll stay and ride it out
Because you are so beautiful, yeah
The Midwest fall, blue collar life
Staring at December, dreaming about July
The Midwest fall, dreams get blown away
It's hard to take
The Midwest fall, oh, don't go away
The Midwest fall, dreamin', dreamin'
The Midwest fall, ah, don't go away
It's hard to take, please don't go away you are so beautiful
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
The Midwest fall
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