Songs That Would Make Good Movies

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You could say "P.O.'d" on TV in the 60's?

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The Battle of New Orleans

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Alice's Restaurant. But remade not in the 60s with a buddy comedy/action vibe

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Dirty south mind blown dirty south bread
Catfish fried up dirty south fed
Sleep in a cot pickin dirty south bed
Dirty south guls give me dirty south he*d
Hand me down flip flops hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack swisher sweets box
And goodfella rich ni**as hand me down rocks
Mouth full of platinum mouth full of gold
Forty glock cal keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth cold
Rip out ya tongue cause of what ya mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

Hit by stars hit by cars
Drunk of the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptune's hit by guitars
Afro Picks afro chicks
I let my soul glow from my afro d*ck
Rabbit out the hat pullin afro tricks
Afro American afro thick
Overall country overall jeans
Overall Georgia we overall clean
Southern Hospitality we overall mean
Overall triple overall beams
Thugged out ni**as wear thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks playing thugged out games
All black tinted up thugged out range
DTP stay doing thugged out thangs

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The old man from the mountain's comin' home, home, home
Thought I'd better warn you
So I called you on the phone
Get rid of Joe the grinder
You better be there alone
'Cause the old man from the mountain's comin' home

I've been a-workin' in the sawmill
I'm all uptight and tense
And I got wind that someone's
Been diggin' under my back fence
Thought I'd better call you
And let you know today
That the old man from the mountain's on his way, yeah

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Well I used to wake the mornin' ... before the rooster crowed
Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough
Brought 'em down to the corner ... down to the country store
Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Leow

Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
He used to own an old Dobro ... used to play it across his knees
I'd give old Curt my money ... he'd play all day for me ...

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