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like it wasn't ever here at all

do you recall
a time before the malls went up
down by the falls
it's like it wasn't ever here at all

'the
Mrs William
Where is William ?
Where has William go ?
You know you shouldn't
Come into a place like this alone

Now if you'd like to sit here
Words and Music by Jackie Gouch?erris and Andrew Gouch?f it wasn't for the times that I was down
If it wasn't for the times that I was bound
For
they shot him in the shoulder
He got back up and he marched over
Left a lot of brothers dead in kawagalie

If it wasn't for the good lord and the man
in Liverpool by the sea 
But that ain't who I am, 
Lord have mercy 
On the frozen man.

It took a lot of money 
To start my heart, 
To peg my
you know, if it wasn't for him
We wouldn't be where we at today
We wouldn't be able to do any singing, anything
So I think it's about time for us
it's hair today, gone tomorrow
So be thankful for what precious locks you have

Toupee, or not toupee, that is the question
And by the way, I just
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand
I am a pilgrim and a stranger 
Traveling through this wearisome land 
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord 
And it's not, not made by
dance party summer 1988. 
At first I thought it might be William Blake.

We mix our own mythologies. We push them out through pa systems. 
We dictate
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good lord
And it's not, not made by hand
away
Take his body to the graveyard and over him they pray
Lord won't you tell us tell us what does it mean
Still at the end of every hard earned day
I am a pilgrim and a stranger 
Traveling through this wearisome land 
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord 
And it's not, not made by
Nearly everyone knows me from Smith to Lord Rosebr'y,
I'm Burlington Bertie from Bow.

I stroll with Lord Hurlington,
Roll in The Burlington
Call for
Lord 
Just a little bit of luck will do 

And you know I ain't never prayed before 
But it always seemed to me 
If praying is the same as begging
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within your body and your
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within your body and your
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good lord
And it's not, not made by hand
crusaders
Out on a quest for the trail of jack kerouac
Silos, scarecrows, american machine,
Rev up your engines you're as fast as a train
Oh my lord, look
tattoo on his hands by the nail holes that killed Him
If Jesus walked the world today, He'd probably be a hillbilly

[Chorus]

Some folks would say it
from the misses
Pounds from my brothers, 'cause they knowing that this is
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend
body to the graveyard and over him they pray
Lord won't you tell us, tell us what does it mean
At the end of every hard earned day people find some
been a doctor, instead I sold drugs
My best partner was bloated, probably live if he wasn't loaded
I got so many questions Lord, that's why I told it
"They looked in the white house and capitol hill
They looked everywhere for buffalo bill
We called every scholar, reporter, and genius
Has anyone
pulls my man around by her apron strings
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair
Oh that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere

I got those St