Lyrics:
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
Sitting on the wings of airplanes
Eating rowan berries
Following old ferries
Flying across the sky
Flying across the sky
Like a bird
Like a bird
And there
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw
My salt maw shall
time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window panes
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer
I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
Now my old hound
day and night
Humpty Dumpty had his own little wall
He just leaned a little far to the right (how 'bout that?)
There was an old lady who lived in
Like Neverland with Peter Pan
But in this land Captain Hook is not the villain
He's the man tryna make it by
Stealing what he gotta so he can chase that
demons
It's so sad to say our love had no meaning
Rumor has it you were over his house
Can't believe I didn't figure it out
Can't believe I was defending
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going,
sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired,
he can sit down and rest
He can beg
alive
So I bought an old house-trailer out on the countryside
You can't write country songs in town they say
We packed up and moved out there
house is a gettin' old
This ole house stands in the rain
This ole house stands in the cold.
Oh, my knees are gettin' chilly
But I feel no fear or pain
the living, the stories that can't be sold
They're more than a house holds
There's a house on the market in my old neighborhood
With a fresh coat of paint
Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
Wayne's house, Nas' house
out in back
It made that clickety-clack
Our new old house by the track
At her window was a touch of lavender lace
I remember her face
Too many
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
In the basement of my parents' house
Against the rec room wall
Was an old upright piano
Dark brown, and five feet tall
The wood was scratched,
as senator
Na only bad man rule as governor
And na the pastor give am honor
Dey give am front seat for that church
For the old church
If I try narrate their
home but me
Ah, yes
Bring it on down to my house, honey, ain't nobody home but me
Bring it on down to my house, honey, I need your company
Say old man,
Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others
Latchin' on to when I caught the fame (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Pass the task to ask me
This ole house is gettin' old.
This ole house lets in the rain
This ole house lets in the cold.
On my knees I'm gettin' chilly,
But I feel no fear nor
Ladies and gentlemen
King Babajallahalla presents (turn this mic up, yo)
(What's up, y'all, y'all in the house or what?)
(?)
Who said
been by my side
Since we've been 50 years old
And we're both 85
Oh baby
Oh
All this time you've been
By my side
You will complete my life
And you'll
together
No matter if you're family
You were welcomed whenever
Open doors with open arms
Always greeted by her charm
The house was always warm
Like
on the walls of the house
So curious was that old woman, by the eyes of the world rolling.
All that people coming and going , so glazed in their own universes
bird dogs and the woman we love
Maxwell House steamin' out of a coffee cup
We say our prayers, send 'em to the sky
Bust our backs, barely getting by
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