Lyrics:
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven
the 7-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings
If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed
There's a Skoal can
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The ship that sails the seven seas
Has finally brought me to my knees
It's not much to my liking
The people standing
happen now,
I want to live for You alone, oh God these words I vow."
My wicked past unfolded, I thought of wasted years,
When another bolt
alone, Oh God these words I vow
My wicked past unfolded and I thought of wasted years
When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers
Southbound jericho parkway
Is what you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, Monday after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal
Aimed his
he died when I was about seven or eight years old
And he was only nineteen or twenty years old at the time
I sometimes wish that he had lived
And you
with a dagger
Skin is blocked by the years of trial
You felt abandoned in the fog of flesh
Sitting in place from the dead
Awaiting the face
Rule number 7
Never move in unless he tell you
Rule number 8
Never tell your friends about your bedroom
Rule number 9
Never let them know his shoe
there on west 7 mile, you know, swinginh the herb
Fool, I know who that is, who you talking about kicking in some DOORS?
Santa, SANTA CLAUS!...Ho Ho Ho
York
'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
your system is costin more than your car
You know you're Shelburne when you're thinkin that you're cool
But 24 years old you'll still be stuck in high
your ass iced
And get your bitch's head sliced Seven E ain't nice
See playing gangsta ain't no game cause once you get game over once
That's it cause
of the day too high
Out all night with the buzz in mind
Time flew by I got left behind
Time flew by I got left behind
Time flew by I got left behind
Seven
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
A couple people by my side they was two faced
So don't come back around to make amends
You know it's too late
That girl a whole twenty seven years old
wanna see me winning
He wants to clash
But I straight up dismiss him
What is it?
Half of the year I been chilling
Sip-Sippin
Flight-Tripping
Bike-Whipping
Despised by the people they surround
cnd feared by the higher ones.
c featureless face,
cnd a future less fate.
Burdened by the weight of existence.
crumble
But my Brio is unbroken
Let me loosen all your knots
Let our bodies be awoken
It's been another seven years
It's showing 'round the eyes
Sixty-nine, it was fine
You say, but by seventy-nine it's gonna be mine
I say
Seventy, seventy-one rang the knell
Seventy-two, we went through
A year passed, two years passed
Three years passed
Finds it hard to get over the
Shadow that the fear casts
Four years passed, five years
Passed, six,
name on the memorial?"
"Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be a year, ninete...eighty-
four, nineteen eighty-four."
.png/286px-Ten_Years_After_(1970).png "Ten Years After")
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