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Jackie Shane Live (Jackie Shane) · Shane Minor (Shane Minor) · Shane Harper (Shane Harper) · In Concert with the Mark Shane Quintet (Terry Blaine) · Best of Shane Fenton & the Fentones (Shane Fenton & the Fentones) · Shane Harper (Shane Harper) · Shane Minor (Shane Minor) · Shane McAnally (Shane McAnally) · Teen-Age Idol [Liberty] (Rick Nelson ) · Liberty & Justice For... (Agnostic Front) – and 90 other albums »


As a bank robber Shane really hadn't got a clue
He'd end up likely at the end of a noose
Which was fine by Shane if the papers could use the story
[Kane] Brother man, brother man 
[Shane] Uhh, a brother man, brother.. man, yeah! 
[Kane] Brother man, brother.. man, go 'head 
[Shane] Brother
[Big Daddy Kane]
Mmmhmm.. right, right
What we have here.. is a collaboration
of the Big Daddy Kane.. and the Little Daddy Shane
We're gonna send
Bob Shane/Jack Splittard

Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I must go
To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory
no feeling like stage diving
Jumping over barricades, mad human hurricane
Beats by viking, go ? lightning
Life's so frightening, there's no
[Shane:]
Took my hand
Touched my heart
Held me close
You were always there

By my side
Night and day
Through it all
Maybe come what may
Joy
Destitution's child, born on a L.A. street called Shane
And sleep came and left this little Waycross Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone,
Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you one by one, one for the little
Mark:
You took my hand, long ago
And you've been by my side always
I didn't know where to go
You showed me the way
Who knows what the future holds
gon' have a little exorcism
I'm a fuckin' super beast with gamma x-ray vision
It's good versus evil
Bax War Fam is understood by the people
Ain't
The Little Daddy Shane
[Little Daddy Shane]
The mic is all mine
MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm
Shane:
Being interviewed by somebody
In a hotel lobby
She says where do you come from
Now I'd really like to talk about it
But if you write it
Please
executive area
Acting like they don't see me, standin in front of me
Walkin by me three or four times
Showin me views of they Victoria Secret thongs, tryin
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
the tar-pit
It's strange, like chemical drips down Aspirin lane
Tobacco and Shane, me and Mary-Jane
We all got a clutch that can shift us to want
It's
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your