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the Fannin Street women gonna kill me
Well, you might as well let me go'

Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I went
Huh! I couldn't be nobody but myself, you know that
But then they all started talking
They were talking about love being gone
In my house
They
the Fannin Street women gonna kill me
Well, you might as well let me go'

Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I went
and moves away
Sonny has a baby and bills to pay
Sonny gets sunnier
Day by day by day by day

I've been waking up at sunrise
I've been following the light
Sonny
Sonny gets married and moves away
Sonny has a baby and bills to pay
Sonny gets sunnier
Day by day by day by day

I've been waking up
two souls fed 
Well she's a kickin' child 
Gee it's a cold 100, a little girl goes so wild 

Well she don't want no lies 
She don't change
oh boy what makes a well run dry? 
You know that's when the earth done settle down on the water, 
ain't no more water passing by
When I done quit hollerin' baby 
I believe I shake 'em on down 
Get my babe won't be late  
You know by that I mean seconds late 
Ah must I
I can pay my own light bill baby
Pump my own gas in my own car
I can buy my own shoe collection
I've been blessed thus far

I can kill
I can pay my own light bill baby
Put my own gas in my own car
I can buy my own shoe collection
I've been blessed thus far

I can kill the spider
I can pay my own light bill, baby
Put my own gas in my own car
I can buy my own shoe collection
I've been blessed thus far

I can kill
crumblin' to the ground

I've been footin' the bill for some time
Stretchin' my credit out of line
Well I may not get ahead but now I won't be far behind
(Lucious!) Sir Lucious Left Foot has just entered

Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun
to my heart
Well she's a rollin' stone, tears me all apart
Well, she's a kickin' child
She hits a cold one-hundred, that little girl goes so wild
Whoa,
I can pay my own light bill baby
Pump my own gas in my own car
I can buy my own shoe collection
I've been blessed thus far

I can kill
numbered numbers
When knowing in my heart

I've done all to be done
To always do my best
By listening to me, myself
So he can do or else

For without
the pace
Oh mother of a miner's child
Was away the coal dust from my face

When the night shift's done
She'll be waiting by the table when I come
Searchin'
on the Book I would follow and look till I found my tombless dead.

For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss, and his mind was mighty sot
On a dinky patch with
I'm pulling my questions from my shelf
I'm asking forgiveness
I'm asking about it by myself
And I want you to know this
And I want you to know
and the nurses gone.
Have I carved enough my Lord?
Child, you are a bone.

I ate and ate and ate,
No, I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers
hearts I find,
Hearts like yours and mine,
Torn by what we've done and can't undo.
Well, I just want to hold you.
Come on, let me hold you
Like
lucky lucky lucky lucky me again.
I said it looks like I've got to use my feet again
Well I just spent my last one-hundred dollars
God I'll pay my bill
apart
As one for numbered numbers
When knowing in my heart

I dare not to be done
To always do my best
By listening to me, myself
So he can do
to the young maid he came gliding
Where she'd run to meet him, by the garden wall

Oh my sweet Miguel, I will never tell
No one will ever know, what I know too
we've done,
We'll never get far from what we leave behind,
Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can't hide.
Oh no, we can't hide.

I'm dumpin' my trash