Black Bob Kid Rock
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They used to call me names, said I was just a wanna be
But now they all pay to see what they were getting free
How bout them days and now you don't know what to say
Ain't it funny how the sun can shine and then hide away
And it's a long way on a they say highway, I'm still runnin'
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin'
A tombstone ugly, and if you judge me, better watch for me comin'
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac
Knock knockin', black Bob at your door
Still rockin', everybody say that
Knock knockin', black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin', looking for a payback
They used to say Ritchie boy, he got no sense
But now they say oh Bobby man, he was my best friend
Ain't it funny how the glory and the stories and the times can change
And no sense Ritchie just bought himself a big fucking airplane
And it's a long way on a they say highway, I'm still runnin'
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin'
A tombstone ugly, and if you judge me, better watch for me comin'
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac
Knock knockin', black Bob at your door
Still rockin', everybody say that
Knock knockin', black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin', looking for a payback
But now they all pay to see what they were getting free
How bout them days and now you don't know what to say
Ain't it funny how the sun can shine and then hide away
And it's a long way on a they say highway, I'm still runnin'
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin'
A tombstone ugly, and if you judge me, better watch for me comin'
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac
Knock knockin', black Bob at your door
Still rockin', everybody say that
Knock knockin', black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin', looking for a payback
They used to say Ritchie boy, he got no sense
But now they say oh Bobby man, he was my best friend
Ain't it funny how the glory and the stories and the times can change
And no sense Ritchie just bought himself a big fucking airplane
And it's a long way on a they say highway, I'm still runnin'
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin'
A tombstone ugly, and if you judge me, better watch for me comin'
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac
Knock knockin', black Bob at your door
Still rockin', everybody say that
Knock knockin', black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin', looking for a payback
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