CARRY ME BACK TO OLD VIRGINIA (James A. Bland) « © '58 Robbins Music » Carry me back to old Virginy There's where the cotton and the corn
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Carry me back to old Virginy There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime There's where
these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I'd sell, no They probably throw me straight to jail I tell you life just
But I don't give a shit because they're all sluts! My last one wanted to be a surgeon But get this the bitch wasn't even a virgin! I wear tight tops that make me
gave to me, That's all you gave to me, that's all you gave to me, A spoonful of miracles a nostril full of dust a lung full of virginia the needs we
mountain side Carry me back to old Virginia Back to my clinch mountain home Carry me back to old Virginia Back to my old mountain home My mother's old
seventeen year old man child Ain't ask nobody for a motherfucking hand out He trying to carry heaven on his back Jumped the broom with a stranger, he ain't never look back
me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act
hadda protect us Stead of me sellin crack forever She rather be ina shop right, getting bags together Passing endeavors, wont allow me to get work Forced me
Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary
, she walked along on the jagged ridge She told me she was sittin' there thinkin' of me But every time I tried to take her away She alway ran back to
back again like sinbad's sitcom I think they wanna battle You blew up like roseanne's belly Your style's too old to do me like aaliyah and r. kelly Fear
my magnum beef I had enuff Snuff the sweetest mc in this camp tribe rivulry To be as live as me keep em quiet like a library My rhymes are virgin
'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy But my heart lies in old west Virginia Though my hills, they're not green I've seen them in my dreams Take me back to those
way my daddy carried me around They said, I learned to walk while holdin' on to just one finger On the hand of a man that stands at six-foot-three Not old
a little somethin Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain't nothin So don't bore me, I've been naughty Even as a kid people said: "look at shorty" Back
