Lyrics:
the water.
Must be angels flying by.
Wade in the water.
Wade in the water,
Wade in the water, children.
Wade in the water,
God's gonna trouble the water
ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One night in Bangkok makes
but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One
but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to meOne
flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel slidin' up to me
One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night
the water.
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber.
And took me on high, and higher still until we moved
brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings
Mother, soon I'll be an angel
By, perhaps, another day
So if you will, my dearest Mother
Put my little
chosen one
He got offended when my chosen one didn't come out but instead sent a word to say
Go dip into the dirty muddy waters
But listen people need
dandy
The Trinity's muddy
But the Brazos quick sandy
She kissed me and she hugged me
And she called me her own
But down by the Brazos
She left me
a story that the swamp folks tell
About a mean old man named Jesse Langtree
And a sweet young maid and a bottomless well
That water's cold but that don't
fingers that are stealing from you (4x)
(Capture the flag)
One by one like little confused penguins
Larceny's yes when fools used weapons
Like
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
things that I've ever done
I probably should pick that cup back up"
First thing first ,Perc' popper
Drink always muddy
Flooded, crushed ice in
mister go to town
Turn the handle all around
Give that music all you got
Make it come out sweet and hot
Oh-ho, oh-ho-ho, muddy-raer, oh-ho
Poppa
growin'
I got to work and now the money flowin'
I'm inspired by the homies
Showed me how to get this music thing rollin'
Hope to inspire the youth
to catch this goddess's sway,,,
Just Her projections relived my tension,
We talked in thoughts, no words mentioned,
My nasal Tantalized by the sweet smell
front of Gold
Now three Kings come to Clubs command
But the angels in the sky did ride!
Three Kings on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the Muddy
Stakes unscarred by limitations
Tween a man named Gold and a man named Mudd
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Until his long green eyes did glow
Mudd
To the water tower skyline
At least there's a little bit of sweet in the bitter
Though a part of me is always gonna miss her
I am who I am, I just miss who I
ain't been right,
But, I paint it all in colours
When it really should be black and white
I sail my ship through muddy waters,
Try to open every door,
their shoes
They're the ones who made the blues
Who's gonna fill those big shoes
Muddy Waters, howlin' wolf, Willie Dixon, sonny boy too
Little
A vagabond, a star
The slayer of mediocrity
Of every sacred cow
You were beautiful then, sweet angel
You're way more beautiful now
By water's edge
There are times to live, the best of times
There are so many, many things
We got to live behind
Muddy water down the river
Streams we can never bring
wonder
Kneel and pray by lanthern light
Little stranger in a manger bless us all this holy night
Choirs of angels are singing this night of your birth
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