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Blackfoot - Hang Time lyrics
South of the border, down Mississippi way Born on the delta, where the blues men play Out on the road, just doin’ my time When I come home, I wanna be with my kind Mamma calls me baby, daddy says son That ain’t no name for a man on the run Stick to your guns, and you surely win Open up your mouth, and let the moonshine in Hang time, down in the neighborhood Well it’s hang time, I’m hangin’ with my family and friends Well grab my little honey for a little doe-se-doe Cut myself a slice O’rug, on the dance floor Come on everybody, lets have a good time Pack up all your troubles, and leave ‘em behind Winter, spring, summer, on into the fall, Any type of weather, it don’t matter at all Down on the street corners, you will find Where everybody’s hangin’, hangin’ Now it might be sentimental, but I don’t care I know it’s something that we all share Mamma’s good cookin’ makes you feel at home, You give the dog a bone Now out in the driveway, I hear the engines roar My road dog buddy’s, say it’s time for some more When it’s all over, and my work is through Pack it up honey, I’m comin’ home to you Cause it’s hanging time, down in my neighborhood Lord it’s hang time, I’m hangin’ with my family and friends Lord it’s hang time, down in my neighborhood Yes it’s hanging time I’m hangin’ with my family and friends Oh yeah, I am hanging Well I’m hanging I am hanging, hangin’ with my family and friends |
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