Corn liquor
It sure can burn
Corn liquor
Makes your stomach turn
Corn liquor
Makes you go hog wild
Corn liquor
Is just my style
Now way back in the woods
Where I come f...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Culture On The Skids
Baby, Would you eat that there snack cracker
In your special outfit for me, please?
Yo ye pharoahs, let us walk
Through this barren desert, in search of truth
And some pointy...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Culture On The Skids
Well out on the bypass
Not too far,
There's a joint that's a jumpin'
When they close up the bars
Well if walls could talk
Man, the stories they'd tell
Holding up the roof...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Culture On The Skids
Darling, I think that I'm ready
Just to give it all one more try
'Cause I want a love that will last forever
Not just one that'll last a day
I want a hand that I can hold on to
Wh...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Culture On The Skids
Got himself a peach colored leisure suit
Hundred dollar bills stuffed in floor shined boots
Smelling like a mint flavored soda pop
Sure smelling sweet when the weather gets hot
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Culture On The Skids
white trash, don't call me that
white trash, who don't call me that baby
you know I love you baby
but don't you think that maybe
the way you talk down to me
sends a chill r...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Culture On The Skids
My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin'
Whoo-hoo, hoo-wee!
Strip of jerky, long and lean
Serve it up with a side of me
My baby's got the strangest ways of sayin'
Whoo-h...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Culture On The Skids
The apache means enemy to me
The apache means enemy to me
Dab on the paint for tourists' fun
The chief drives a flashy car
Chews tobacco smokes cigars
Hotel pays the store for...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Death Cult
The fatman cannot see
What's going on
For he's not me
The fatman takes away
What isn't his
He weakens you and me
Lust of your life
Money life
Your money is his life
Listen, can ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Death Cult
The kids of the Coca-Cola nation
Are too doped up to realize
That time is running out
Nagasaki's crying out
The doomwatch says it's time
To give back what you took away
Oh Uncle S...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Southern Death Cult