I'M an Old Gangster (Freestyle) - JOEY JEFFREY

I'm An Old Cowhand from the Rio Grande, And I learned to ride 'fore I learned to stand. I'm a ridin' fool who is up to date, I know every trail in the Lone Star State, 'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V Eight. Yippy I O Ki Ay, Yippy I O Ki Ay. I'm An Old Cowhand from the Rio Grande, And I come to town just to hear the band. I know all the songs that the cowboys know, 'Bout the big corral where the doagies go, 'Cause I learned them all on the radio. Yippy I O Ki Ay, Yippy I O Ki Ay. I'm An Old Cowhand from the Rio Grande, Where the West is wild 'round the Borderland, Where the buffalo roam around the zoo, And the Indians make you a rug or two, And the old Bar X is a Bar-B-Q. Yippy I O Ki Ay, Yippy I O Ki Ay.

I left new Orleans in a rain storm Heading west I had a song hidden in the sole of my shoes and she took the rest My eyes, my money, and my peace of mind She took all the best But i gave away so much i dont know whats mine I must confess And wave goodbye to the piano man on the corner And smoke my last one down with amy from the north And sleep on the beach among the cigarettes and glass Making my way to Galveston Making my way to Galveston A wandering heart just holds you down And im tired of town after town The face of a girl i once loved keeps me up On my way to Galveston, Galveston On my way to Galveston And wave goodbye to the piano man on the corner And smoke my last one down with Amy from the north And sleep on the beach among the cigarettes and glass Making my way to Galveston, Making my way to Galveston, Making my way to Galveston Mmmmmm... mmmmmm

Run my toes through your rug I wish I was a bug So I could fucking run Out west they don't stress 'Bout talking this or that I need some of that I think you think it's cute to treat me like shit Then you try to call me, ask me how everything's been Why don't you just call your mom and tell her everything you did? I bet she'd agree you're still a little kid We fight and flee That suck like leech He let her win Like spelling bee You hate me then You take it back Like Charlotte's Web It makes no sense It's math like dividuh-dividuh Adding it up Dividuh-dividuh Subtraction (I don't know) In class like gibberish gibberish Bla bla bla You want me to talk But the crickets won't stop (I'm 'bout to) Mute you like (This meeting is being recorded) Run my hands through your hair I wish I was a bear So I could fucking hug you You talk too much And I kinda wanna fuck Up the friendship again I think you think it's cute to play innocent But you stab me in the back like we Shakespearean Literally write literature about me and our shit Subconsciously, Romeo and Juliet We fight and flee That suck like leech He let her win Like spelling bee F-U-C-K you You take it back Like Charlotte's Web It makes no sense It's math like dividuh-dividuh Adding it up Dividuh-dividuh Subtraction (I don't know) In class like gibberish gibberish Bla bla bla You want me to talk But the crickets won't stop (I'm 'bout to) Mute you like I'm dropping out Things is going south I can't hear you now I power down All my windows But I'm still looking out In the east, you were north I would walk back and forth Four walls and your big mouth but Out west they don't stress 'bout talking this and that It's math like dividuh-dividuh Adding it up Dividuh-dividuh Subtraction (I don't know) In class like gibberish gibberish Bla bla bla You want me to talk But the crickets won't stop (I'm 'bout to) Mute you like Running out of nothings for you to get upset about I'm flying out the country 'cause I can't feel my head around you I can't feel my head around you I can't feel my head around I can't feel my head around you Around you, around you (The recording has stopped)