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on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone

Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by Day
Get out your little prayer book
treat me right woman
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
You're gonna need, you're gonna need
My help one
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone

Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone

Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
treat me right woman
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
You're gonna need, you're gonna need
My help one
And together we'll start a new life
There's nothing here but heartaches and tears
And I don't even feel like a man
I'll saddle the horses and wait by the old
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone

Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by Day
Get out your little prayer book
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone

Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by Day
Get out your little prayer book
so late one evening last July
Played a little the poker the time had passed me by  
Shoes in my hand and my darlin' wife in bed
Up the stairs sayin'
so late one evening last July
Played a little the poker the time had passed me by  
Shoes in my hand and my darlin' wife in bed
Up the stairs sayin'
a crime
Is this religion without priests, prayers or pews
This is the view from the left-over shelf
This is the punchline and the joke's on you
I don't need
on home
'Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cow's been gone

Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your little prayer
street men who paid their dues 

'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose 
They knew it 
So they just got to it 
With cracked old Gibsons and red
so late one evening last July
Played a little the poker the time had passed me by  
Shoes in my hand and my darlin' wife in bed
Up the stairs sayin'
Tinseltown has followed me from Tinseltown to
Grey adorable city by the docks
Girls will walk in moving air
The sun hangs low, the girls don't care
As they
We're good and ugly
Let's take out the bad as we go
Let today glow
We both might be dead by tomorrow
We're good and ugly
Don't wanna let you go
can be a big loser when the real horror starts
You can blow hot and cold on the sacred graph

You had a good evening but you don't know where
All
Gibson

Dissin' those who missin' blows, kick shit to program
A instrumental jammer by the mental blow's manner
Vicious, Delicious with the Vinyl fuck
Don't come near me, don't go missing
In the lissome light of evening
Help me, Cosmia, I'm grieving

And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought
so late one evening last July
Played a little the poker the time had passed me by  
Shoes in my hand and my darlin' wife in bed
Up the stairs sayin'
understands
I stand perfectly still
In the middle of the road
I hold my nerve
I hold my nerve
Hold my nerve
But the cars don't swerve

I will hear your
The first to heed the message is Malik
Abandoned by his mama' on thanksgiving evening
Bout' three years ago was up to me to feed to em morals
Values manhood,
perfectly still
In the middle of the road
I hold my nerve
I hold my nerve
Hold my nerve
But the cars don't swerve

I will hear your prayers
As you
tilling in the ground
My mother was a neighbor she'd go visiting around.

But I didn't care.
For I had found the answer to a plow boy's lonely prayer
Don't wanna be remembered as another man that lived

I sleep no more, dream with eyes open
No more pills and no more potion
No more being woken up
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