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to me.

[Jack White]
Hey, if you ain't gonna use it, just give it to us.
We'll give it a home.

Well, have they got something shiny for me?
Anybody
In my home town for anyone who sticks around
You're either lost or you're found
There's not much in between
In my home town everything's still
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile

So
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by; 

I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by 

I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
Unforgiven
From the stately homes of England to her prisons

And looking back at the hardened lifers
Looking back on the wretched poor
Thinking maybe they were
I got pounds of keisha
Dope house full of geekers
Looking for that white bitch, cocaina have you seen her?
I got pounds of keisha
Dope house full
Yeah, you know
Beaten red white and blue for the green we pursue
I’m still looking for you

America who are you?
Underneath the red blue and white
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around 
Tired of living in your one horse town 
you'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile
Give them reasons why 
Fuck the real reasons 
I was crucified 
Still the wrong season 

Now you're looking for a signpost that takes you to home
vowed that he would stay by Jack until the bitter end

Jack had gambled everything he owned to leave this wondering life
He might have had a happy home
the street

Underfoot the pavement is melting
Crumbling for the luckiest girl
The whole world is melting

(White, white heat)
But I'm still not in
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Will you mix their martinis
Will you stand still for it
Or will you take to the hills

It could be clay and it could
what I was looking for
A familiar face that would smile at me sweetly

(If you)
Take me down
To where I'm whole
Where everybody knows me
Deep
looking for a home

[Chorus]
And I know he ain’t afraid of where he’s going
And I’m sure he ain’t ashamed of where he’s been
He has paid a little piece
looks like the Predator 
it's gettin' dissed by the editor 
Looked up and hell of white for caper 
It's to lynch a nigga on paper 
But I'm much too
We're all Union Jacks
And there's no home for the brave

And there's no way back 
We are the obeyer
We are the law
In stained boots

And navy blue
gettin' on
And looking out for number one

Is all we got in common
With business, home, family
Are we ever all that we could be?
Trading in our
them go, I hear the angels sing 'Gloria'
Love is the gift he brings

I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets in the faces passing by
I've
a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
Cause that cowboy well he's still too young to ride
Leather chaps a big white hat silver spurs that glisten
Growin' up takes such a long long time
And he
moving it south
Closing the doors and shutting her down tomorrow
I'm looking for America

The land of the free and the home of the brave
Seems like I
Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you looking at?
By
niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard,