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Albums:

Platinum/One Rude Easter Bunny (Adam West) · Easter Favorites (Cedarmont Kids) · Easter Everywhere (The 13th Floor Elevators) · Easter Theater (XTC) · Ultimate Easter Worship [RCA] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Drew's Famous Easter Fun (Drew's Famous) · Tell Me Easter's on Friday (The Associates) · VeggieTales: A Very Veggie Easter (VeggieTales) · Easter Everywhere (The 13th Floor Elevators) · Horses/Easter (Patti Smith) – and 90 other albums »


{written by Sheryl Crow, Jeff Trott and Brian McLeod}
{additional vocal by Larry Graham}
Everyday is a winding road, is a winding road, is
Hey what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand, 'cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It
He made hats for a lot of great men
But none were finer then he made for a friend
He made 'em the old way, steamed, and creased 'em by hand
He'd take
McNally,
Stand in line to pay for gas
God knows that shifting gears
Ain’t what it used to be
I learned to drive that 55
Just like a queen, three on a tree
to shame in every way
Muslim fasting forty days
We can't lift our hands in praise

God deserves more than what we're giving Him
Bow to piece of wood
riding between my brother and sister 
In the back seat of a '67 Buick station wagon 
With red vinyl seats 
We stick by each other 
And to those seats
McNally,
Stand in line to pay for gas
God knows that shifting gears
Ain’t what it used to be
I learned to drive that 55
Just like a queen, three on a tree
Hey what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand, 'cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It
The cameras pops niggas is cool with it
Till the canons pop
Now my hand on the Bible
On the stand got your man in a jam, again
Got my hands in cuff
I'm like god
motels
I stay home and try to better myself
By burning science books
Once I tried to masturbate
And finger my own ass
When I marry I'll procreate
Hands off
not die
Knowing all the answers without asking why
Personal pursuit pass our loved ones by
Frustrated with god with our hands in the sky
We load those
Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor
Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the world
God gives
Why we sit by the project window?
Instead of living off the land with my kin folk
Is there even a master plan?
An unseen hand? Is God a man?
Some
The vision's real clear, just look in my eyes
I believe in putting my life in the hands of God
For all my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send me
me that we're still not a slave
in the land of free and the home of the brave?  (mmmm)
Knowledge Cipher, divided by Power Equals Wisdom
But you know we
my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each 3 or 4 times
But in the land where niggas praise Yukons and getting paid
Its goin' take a lot more than
All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches
All you niggas, be cryin' for these hoes

"Both hands clusty" Ghost, "Pullin' out gats" 
"Double
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it's goin' down
This is that muthafuckin' nigga (off the sound)
Yeah, uh, bulletproof
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it's goin' down
This is that muthafuckin' nigga (off the sound)
Yeah, uh, bulletproof
propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers
sent nobody to jail yet, we still in the clear
In the Bible it says, "Thou shall not fear no man but God"
Whoever said that, ain't never faced the law
gettin' dusty in the cellar
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler
So yo what you got, 'cause God damn it's hot
It's the alkaholik rhymer up in your
Alright y'all!
I want y'all to put your hands together
And to bring on a brother
that's bound to lay more dips in your hips
More gliiiiide in
dog god
Cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
Cause you will die when you crucify
Cause I gots frisco all sewed up
Pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts