Man In Black

Writer: Ryan Connolly

Ryan Connolly

Man In Black

Well I was walking down the street in my overalls,
I had plyers in my pocket and smokes up top,
I said oh looky here what do I see,
I’m gonna tell ya in a minute but I gotta stop and think,
I said oh looky here, two hot blondes,
In cut offs, crankin George Strait, in a z28 t-top.

You gotta ride honey,
You gotta roll baby, when I say,
You gotta drink it all down and pass it round,
You gotta drink all down to the pains all drowned,
Cuz it’s the weekend honey,
And were going to ride this town with no with no,
Saddle on, no makeup on,
Till your sweats dropping down,
Until your heart’s pumping round,
We’re going to ride this town.
Till its country baby

I said hey yall wheres the party tonight,
Cuz im thinking right now baby you and I,
Baby we should fly
I got Jonny Patrone to turn you on,
I got a fifth of comfort for when yall want to get warm,
But when the feelings right honey,
And yall wanna get right with just a little bite,
Well then ill introduce to the man in black,
He’s from Tennessee and he’s sour mashed,
Yeah he’s big and bad and his intentions are never right,
But when he hits your veins you’ll be feeling alright.
Yeah you’ll jack someone’s jaw for no good reason,
You’ll be as free as a bird in a sky with no limits.

You gotta ride honey,
You gotta roll baby, when I say,
You gotta drink it all down and pass it round,
You gotta drink all down to the pains all drowned,
Cuz it’s the weekend honey,
And were going to ride this town with no with no,
Saddle on, no makeup on,
Till your sweats dropping down,
Until your heart’s pumping round,
We’re going to ride this town.
Till its country baby

 

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