Always Stay Komerade, My Pp

By daddy

A Country Song

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I grew up overshadowed by big trucks
Couldn't catch the eye of no city boy

Here I am devoted to my pp
How I love the way you look in your purple jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the big trucks stand
And the smelly trucks surround
I'll ride my big truck with you by my side

There's a whisper in the alabama breeze
Reminding me of my foreskin
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
My foreskin in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that ugly hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement trucks like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the screams

Don't live your life like a western spy
Today might feel a time to be like a western spy
But that ain't no way to lead a life

You know, there's a lot I drive by in my big truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay komerade, my pp
Always stay komerade

In alabama, when I was a child
I met a komerade man
"How can you be so komerade?" asked I
Here was his wise reply

Don't live your life like a western spy
Today might feel a time to be like a western spy
But that ain't no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a western spy
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don't live your life like a western spy
Today might feel a time to be like a western spy
But that ain't no way to lead a life

That lady's gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had ugly hair once

Little my pp, keep your jeans purple
Always stay komerade, my pp
Always stay komerade

Screams, screams, screams
Screams, screams, screams...