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carrying John Wilkes Booth 
He was down there by the train 
Down there by the train 
Down there by the train 
Down there by the train 
He was down there
carrying John Wilkes Booth 
He was down there by the train 
Down there by the train 
Down there by the train 
Down there by the train 
He was down there
leave my mind.
On a quiet summer's evening when the sun is sinking low,
I'll think again of days gone by when john ed sang "cowpoke".
must be to get by

It's oil, It's wheat, It's soil, It's meat
It's beef!

The road, it's home, the mountain high, river low...
Wake me, please wake
and silent I stand 
Like some dime store Dalai Lama 

I been searching high and low... 

Angel, devil, it's all the same 
Each one knows me by name
the land
And she fought with all her cruelty to claim that
Gallant band
By Saint John's point in the early dawn I dragged
Myself on the shore
And I
and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy

I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
We gots to keeps it
on the road, God, you didn't know there were people out there with cosiousness so low my god, we were hanging out with this band, what's his names band, Oh
and tragedy
By any plan and any means and any strategy
Ay! say,

[Hook]
I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
You know...
We got to keep
and spectator get low
Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Biggalow
Bust of trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe
A two gun mi have mi bust dem inna stereo
know my name on the road
You're a liar, you'll love this fame on the road boy
You want to be John Wayne on the road
Then go ahead you will get blaze
Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news
John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy
Havin my face captured 180
Can't go there, ain't havin that, man,
Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news
John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy
Havin my face captured 180
Can't go there, ain't havin that, man,
for the blood bath, niggas don't know the half
I got the illmatic graph, prepare to go to gaf
Down to the yellow brick road

I'm 22, Rampage, I'm
graph, prepare to go to gaf
Down to the yellow brick road
I'm 22, Rampage, I'm bout to explode
You could relate, I bomb ya chest like Kuwait
You dead