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requested by the man she knew as "cowboy"
Was the late night benediction at the Y'all Come Back Saloon.

She played tambourine with a silver jingle
The light that fill my lonely cell,
Is blocked out by the key,
That locks the door to this hell,
The place they wanted me.
Time's racing like
Studio orchestra
Vocal by vaughn monroe
I saw the harbor lights,
They only told me we were parting.
Those same old harbor lights,
That once
People rejoiced instead of financing
Your preconceived notions were shattered
By these super old white people dancing

[The Lonely Island]
The Big Apple,
Aye yo, new lonely island, two thousand eleven,
Let's get 'em Kiv!
Aye yo my dick don't work, that shit is soft as a pillow
My girlie looking
the sticks and ride around
There's a man up on a mountaintop who wants to go down and breathe the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island he ain't
by hair saloons, and make the sad bitch pay me
180, in the middle lane, I pop bottles
Expensive models, do they damn thang
Claim they got a little
like Chuck Close
I'm old school like Aztecs but new in other aspects
If you want sex with me be prepared for bad sex and slapstick
Even Chapstick won't
Snow falls on the Hudson
Souls are lost by the lonely dozen
She was here and then she wasn't
Out there in the weather
Was it a frostbitten wind
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune
Back at the bar in
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in
Shyheim (New York, New York) You did the kid
That's how we gon' do it, we gon' this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh

[Chorus: Shyheim]
And up come a speeding Explorer..

[Interlude: female]
This is Juwana Brookman, reporting for WTMI
Broadcasting live from Staten Island
Now that's a year for every inch I stand
I've traveled small and lonely down the byways of this giant land
Like a country western Lilliputian too
old kids, doin' drive-bys on Big Wheels 
Or maybe you want to see it be more fatal 
Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh 
Now I
my call
I was a ten year old then
By 2010 I was wrong
I'm like

"Aw, damn! Aw, damn!
You the motherfucker though"
I know
That shit became
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst