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I wanna know your ways
By: Fred Hammond

(Verse 1)
Here I stand before you
Your glory is here
And it fills this place
And I am willing to
Do what I
Written by Fred Eaglesmith


Well, I stared out of the windshield into the rain so light



And I turned on my dims, and somebody flashed me their
your cattle coming in, 
Boy they're looking mighty fat and slick
I saw fred at the service station
Told me that his wife is awful sick

You heard my
your cattle comin' in and boy they're looking mighty fine and sleek
I saw Fred at the service station he told me that his wife was awfuly sick
You
just.. really feel like i can talk to you, why'know?
So, Forget what you've read in the papers!
And forget what you've heard on the radio!
because,
people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls
was not ready
When I f**** this d**e by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say "when"
She had my b**** in
grammar
Behind the walls of Atlanta, Federal Penn
The tait on "Fred Stock" the cell blox wit no C.O.'s
Equipped with radios
The system is fraud
That's ran by greed
Money and the power
For me I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that
So before you cash your stones down
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
back then, I was just sayin' my name

I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation
Through the radio stations

Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know