Y'all Motherfuckers Forgot 'Bout Good Ol' Son of a Bitchin' Blues
Down in old Mexico where a child gonna slap your face Down in old Mexico, child gonna slap your face They eat rattlesnakes for breakfast and drink their blood for tea Women down in Mexico they're bad as bad can be Women in old Mexico, bad as they bad can be They make a bread with cayenne pepper, drink gun powder to kill the taste Lost in old Mexico with them long, long reaching guns Lost in old Mexico, with them long reaching guns When they want to real excitement they kill each other one by one
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 21, 2026
Hard times is here and everywhere you go Times are harder for everyone you know People are are driftin' from door to door they’ll find no heaven, I don't care where they go Hard times is here and everywhere you go Times are harder than ever been before If I could leave this killin' floor I will never get down so, so low Hard times is here and everywhere you go People are are driftin' from door to door Hear me singin' lonesome song People, you know these hard times can last us so long You say you’ve got money, you better be sure Hard times will kill us, just drag on, drag on slow Hard times is here and everywhere you go People are are driftin' from door to door
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 21, 2026
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You got to take sick and die some of these days All the medicine you can buy and all the doctors you can hire You got to take sick and die some of these days
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 21, 2026