I was riding number nine heading south from Caroline.

I heard that long, mwwwwwwwww some whistled

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pregnancies. Directly caused to listen to this radio show. Viewer discretion is advised. I'm going to The What the five-year show is? Well, this is the these five-year shows, man, they've been a lot to me and I know we're a little

bit behind so I ain't gonna say much and I know these fellas up here can appreciate when I say it when people that's doing

shit the real way should be done on these three fellas are out here do it.

So y'all get your shirt right and I'll give it up for Luke Bell.

Yeah! I like grasslands and the mountains and the prairies and the bad lands and the canyons and the

cabins and the desert sands and the birds and the bees, bushes and the trees, strolling the wind

and the rain and the

sleep.

Oh, underneath my feet.

Underneath my feet.

I like the sidewalks and the streets in the lights are from the palm chucks and the windows and the doors when they ain't locked with a woman inside

long in this evening, hold me please be the lung to feed me. I'm all.

Dublin's and me. I like bullhalls and the rambers and the gambers are the eight balls.

Or maybe looking at a stonewalls with the eggs and the pains and the elbows and knees

and a cigarette tree is what we need.

All a cigarette tree. Oh, I'm not. I like my windmills and the trains in the truck of some old fields and the bugs when

a splatter on my winds hill and away the sun tells old bills sort of,

Oh, in the glory in the grace.

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