Back Fifty Rows

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CGC

I can't wait til I get to heaven.
Someone's got to park all the cars.
What they drive, there's just no telling.
Wonder what they drive to Mars.

And I'll be fine when they put me under.
Give all the folks a good ole folk show.
All the time in the world, it's no wonder.
It's packed on the back fifty rows.

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GFC

We tapped our toes to the beat.
We rapped our words in the heat.
We clapped our hands and breathed.
We breathed, we breathed, we breathed.

Everything is good in the hood.
Dreaming bout our life while we laze.
Our dreams are colored, yes it's true.
The wonderful lives we made.

I'm alright I'll be here tomorrow.
Tomorrow's not really a thing.
You can find me on the back fifty rows.
There's plenty of songs to sing.

We tapped our toes to the beat.
We rapped our words in the heat.
We clapped our hands and breathed.
We breathed, we breathed, we breathed.