Lyrics:
Couldn't stay to watch me cry
You didn't have the time
So I softly slip away
No regrets, they don't work
No regrets now, they only hurt
Sing me a love
out.
What you want.
I said look man, I'm John Lee Hooker, I sing the blues.
They said the President don't have time for the blues.
I said look
hippies, they're running scared
She shut her eyes and imagined the desert
No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread
What would she look like standing by
[Spoken]
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you.
The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our
good in what I bring it's in the songs I sing
So let me sing and go on by build your castles to the sky
I make mine with words and tones and so I work
Sing of legend, sing of destruction
Witness the last of the god-men
Hear about Megas Jonsson *
Cast the runes against your own soul
There is not much
i hear music mighty fine music the murmur of the morning breeze up there the rattle of the milkman on the stair sure that's music the sing
She can sing, she can sing
Take me through the day, steal my breath away
And we ride the countryside, take it high and wide
She brings crackers, cheese
There's a love in my life neither mistress or wife
And she waits for me every morning by the sea
Where the fishing hawk wheels and the sun warms
Words and music by roddy frame
When the rainy season comes
I hang my head
For all the things I've seen
And done and said
And then I wonder why
I
with a song
(oh sing it to me boy)
Even when things go wrong
(sing it for the hoi-poloi)
You'll feel better, you'll even look better
Ah, that music
cozy
Were snuggled up two birds of a feather should be
Let's take that road before us
And sing a chorus or two
Come on, it's lovely weather for
Goodbye, four-leaf clovers
Hello gone awry
Don't cry; the fight ain't over
Unless you let it pass you by
[Chorus]
I'm looking for a song
like a player should
Sing-a-long now!
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce
Why thank you
(pick up jack please don't eat that glass my friend)
(Have you heard, about dear Blanche?)
(Got run down by an avalanche) No!
(oh
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides
on the wrist, I bet she notice
Niggas see me, they see the boy
Maybach, G-Wagon, exotic toys (skrrt)
Preme, ah badman ting
Rifle sing like violin
Murder
for thought
For short, I need connections with big bank selections
Securin' all the sections with sing-sing corrections
Seedin' like nature, escapin'
down Hadestown
Way down under the ground
Everybody hungry
Everybody tired
Everybody slaves by the sweat of his brow
The wage is nothing
of the circle, he stands
Searching, seeking
With just one touch of his trembling hand
The answer will be found
Daylight wait's while the old man sings
Heaven help
a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
drove by and laughed at me
When I cut the lawn
But the mighty they do fall and rise
I worked on a plan
A loan from here a favor there
Put me on my way
My words hit niggas like Mohammed but I'm not Ali
I'm out here floating in that butterfly door with a different bee
And this bee don't sting she sing
Discuss these sing by mercyme Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In