How about them dogs?
Run it like
that ain't lie
Run in to the sun, privy
back roads
Is that what motion means when I and its my 99s.
Kennedy?
G-E-O-R-G-I-A,
where I be,
E-F-A,
you let me hear you say,
Jumping on that old red clay.
I've seen jackasses,
sweet as soldiers feet.