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all by myself,
But now I know you found you another man

Oh, that's why I wonderin'
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Hey, sometimes I wonder,
rides twenty-nine trails to bliss
Knows twenty-nine ways how to kiss
She is a gal that you dream of, you'd love to have your arms
Around the lady from
palms
She's a yip-yip-yippy-eyed dolly
A new kinda gal of the west
And yip-yip-yippy by-golly
Whatever she does, she does her best
She rides twenty
Twenty miles from my house to your house
Twenty miles and I walk it all the way
Twenty miles when you're in love is nothin'
And I got to see my
Twenty Four Seven, stay here with me
Twenty Four Seven, throw away the key
Twenty Four Seven, I don't want to be free

You get by if you kiss and tell
Twenty miles from my house to your house
Twenty miles and I walk it all the way
Twenty miles when you're in love is nothin'
And I got to see my
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call

"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
LITTLE HIGHBALL
(Hank Mills)
« © '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI »

When they gave me twenty years for a crime I didn't do
I was sure I'd lose my
Right turn,
The neighborhood is pretty quiet for a weekday.
Left turn,
The same one way to work almost everyday.

Pass by the high school,
my bed the same way
Stand by me that's what she said if the shit hit the fan
Would you stand by me
Stand by me
Well, here I am
Here I am

6
New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous
Standin in the Azure with white air forces

[Chorus]
You can catch me in
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call

"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
this way 

To sing a song for you 
I recall you used to say 
Oh baby this one's for we two
Which in the end is you anyway 

How come twenty four
by the tail
And everything is going my way
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five dollars in change

I've got forty eight hours and twenty five
I
Don't know why
The world turns out to be
The way
It is
As time goes by
Oh, I
Don't know why
True love turns out to be
The stuff
Between
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback

Four by four,
down by Frairs
Point
I got a pretty little thing, she's livin' down on
Friars Fairs town
Now you know the reason I carry that 32-20, man, I
Don't
And you turn your back to the bossy breeze
And a plane goes by silenced by riptide
Sea salty-watering me

When I'm twenty-six
When it's
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces

You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
watch the sun
Rise and fall
In twenty-four hours
I breathe

The art of bluff has always practiced on me
I have been fooled by the rock 'n roll dream
I was twenty one, naive
Not cynical, I try to please
Her wit, her speech, her repartee
Impressed me almost instantly

She went all the way
All
I care for
I believe that's the only way
Twenty four hours is all that are needed
Because I live my life day by day

People say that I'm crazy
disrespect to them other hoods
But this is where I'm from 
3-2-1 I can't cum
No other way 
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light
And the waterfront ritual began to ignite
All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid,
I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did,
Way out in New Mexico, long long ago
When a man's only