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work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
to pass....

Though men and minds and times will change still pinioned they by fers of growinkg old...though scalpeled hands will plumb the deepest corners none
the morning light the water in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage the Ponderosa ranch

Day by day work
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold I'd rather be his than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land I'd rather be led by
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold I'd rather be his than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land I'd rather be led by
more time to go
Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul
And be humbled in Iceland
Sit in the gold room
Fall down flat in the Cafe Iol*
Without
here belong, and standing strong, wrong ain't got a chance .

Day by day, work or play, ready side by side 
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be His than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land
I'd rather be led by
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be his than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land
I'd rather be led by
the morning light, water in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage Ponderosa Ranch

Day by day, work or play,
Movin' in my land cruise 'cause my Lexus caught a flat
So had to take it back
Gold and platinum albums bought me gold and platinum credit cards
I work
rated X

And if you're rated X 
You're some kind of gold
Even men turning silver try to make
But I think it's wrong 
To judge every picture if
never claim to be the best type of rapper
But hafta, show them motherfuckers what I'm after
I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum
Beef after
we do!

Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nine
by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type
here belong, and standing strong, wrong ain't got a chance .

Day by day, work or play, ready side by side 
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open
a steady homing beam
Our ears are balked by stiffled moans
And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men
Clawing at the gates for
the land I love the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well,
The events that followed had me folly if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far the best
Therefore hard
the land I love the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well,
the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well, she tore their boats
have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land
I'd rather be led by his nail pierced hands
Than to be the queen of the best domain
the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well, she tore their boats
[Chorus] 
(I'm comin'.) 
How ya comin', baby? 
(I'm comin'.) 
This is how I'm comin'. 

The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
to the West.
Cho: I give you the gallant old West, boys,
Where rallied our bravest and best
When Ireland lay broken and bleeding;
Hurrah for the men of the West!
to the West.
Cho: I give you the gallant old West, boys,
Where rallied our bravest and best
When Ireland lay broken and bleeding;
Hurrah for the men of the West!