Lyrics:
you rather be wandering, Jim?
With a head that’s so wooden? Do ponder it, Jim
I heard the voice of Madonna say “Pick up the pace”
(I say “the voice
alone
I think that you're an angel
The Padme of my mind
And if your love was fatal
At least I'll die by your side
I don't know what you'd do if you knew
citrus
which mean its vitamins see
fueled by more than ambition
or petty rivalry
so you call in the cavalry
you can call in your dogs
all your
Two little children, a girl and a boy
Stood by an old church door
The little girls feet were as brown as the curls
That hung upon the dress that
boots.
In the graveyard we left Jim,
None of us said much to him,
Yus, we all gave 'im the bird,
Then by accident we 'eard...
'E'd given 'is black
light
Jim Donnelly was no angel sure
But they burned his barn, broke down the door
Well the children cried while they killed old Jim
Then they
light
Jim Donnelly was no angel sure
But they burned his barn, broke down the door
Well the children cried while they killed old Jim
Then they
angel dust if don't you think so
Willie Lynch, Devil's Punchbowl, The New Jim Crow
Robbed and spoiled, hid in prison houses
How could read this book
this time I never understood
How an angel like you can stand by a man that's up to no good
Up to no good
You've seen me at my worst
Through the one
Another body slayed in the streets
And we been needing change needing peace
We done we can't take it no further
Hear the angels crying
They scream
lights are out tonight
Oh-oh, what can it mean?
Someone said that's the last they've seen
Of Cowboy Jim
Standing by the slot machine
She rids her head
for just anyone, you see
Motel lights are out tonight
Oh-oh, what can it mean?
Someone said that’s the last they’ve seen
Of Cowboy Jim
Standing by
It was my mate Jim’s mum’s funeral
And I wanted to attend
So he knew I was there for him
In this tough time for my friend
The service was quite
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
become my inspiration (My inspiration)
Gloria where have I been? (Where have I been?)
All these years I've been listening to Jim
Get out of the way
Well, my mama used to tell me
A good woman's hard to find
Get a God-fearin', down-home girl that'll stay right by your side
But mama's boy's grown
(written by jim beauhall and s. johns)
Miss June's old gray two-story
Stands at the edge of town
Its weathered boards could use a coat of paint
rides
On that range beyond the skies
In that country where he'll never grow old
On a good horse he'll fly
With the angels by his side
Running freely
splitting all around
The ship was going under
The universe had opened wide
The roll was called up yonder
The angels turned aside
Lights down in
Ask the woman with the issue of blood
She'll tell you Jehovah is faithful
Ask the man by the pool of Bethesda
He'll tell you Jehovah is kind
happiness I've known.
You see me coming, you wink your eye and call me Captain Jim.
And when I don't do nothing but walk on by you say babe, get a load
the only good one is David Spade
Touched by an Angel, You're old and you're smelly,
go fly away and take Valerie Burtanelli.
Charmed, you need a shot in
Chaash uh three two one bout to blast off yeah yeah we on a mission aye
Dance with my father Luther Vandross yeah yeah aint no Competition uh
Jim
seen before
I feel warm handshakes get cold on my skin
Like metal
They pretending to be angels
But they sin like devils
Local league niggas act like
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