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Check uh At twenty four I got only a guitar and a dream A few bucks And some clothes to my name A couple of girls who love me While I dey think about
me in here, err that doebeats i'm too smart for them, them dumbs a fools, fools all of them fools, society bar No er'yday dave would go out in
the biggest house around On the rocky north shore of Superior, in this lonely fishin' town Well Gideon played the fiddle, Eileen she played guitar For miners,
hands And we're lookin' for peace some fine day And if you're goin' up north or way down south Or west to Galway bay Keep an open heart With lots
Jah say, Africans come together East west north and South Africa Imploma say, wi must unite together If wi nuh organize and unite wi nuh have a future
South of the border hey I know a lad He's got more fun than anybody's had Don't got no worry don't got no dough Everybody's a wondering bout Mexican
pandemonium like two guitar Only cheddar me ah pree, can't slow me down Patience, one day own an island Like Asians, mi fly out to Taiwan Them ancient with
to the lies Thats society placed in my mind Telling me this is how I gotta live life Brain wash to follow the nine to five Aint no time For the vision in your
Into art, that somehow kept most, of the darkness at bay A guitar on my shoulder, a pen, a mic and stage No "Reality Casualty" no "Too Lazy To Live"
to Wisconsin, New Jersey loves you Fly in to Georgia, Idaho Bay Or Indiana, they all seem the same Florida voting, Montana chew Visit Nebraska, there's nothing
Guitars and the amp on my back as I'm heading down Setting it all up at The Hayes, while the sun peeks into town Half for good the rest for fun, so
I gave up The Doors And vintage clothing stores I sold all the sunglasses you left me in my drawer I stopped flying south And playing Modest Mouse
CORONER) oh Yah, Cryptic Coroner, uh Give them a round of applause" Good evening malloooone's, we are - cryptic - coooroooneeeer From south central
and hard place like im Scarface/ Antonio Banderas guitar case in a car chase; I set it off til they fill me full of bullets/ you get blind sided, I'm
whooshes Plus new bushes With .22's up in the bushes We ride, G's Menace to societies The real shit Fuck a movie, the village We filled with Chinese Essays,
to the world. One thing I did not know: everything’s a GAME! That’s why no one ever heard a single word. I took my guitar to the East, then I went back
the highway feeling high and feeling free Head out west to Frisco bay may-be down south to New Orleans Highway fever Just outside Louisville Kentucky there she
and strong Under the shadow of a devils thumb My roots taste rivers and sea My children moved south without me One day man came for gold Oh I want gold For
can learn The fires still hot in the morning The fires still hot in the morning Gone out to Terra Santa Near the bay of Barranco South coast I play
I grew up someplace south Where the rivers almost run out Couldn't catch no city boy riding down this way Here I am devoted to zig Its the green
heatheans crooks and cons Where the blocks are hot I got bullets for some I play my guitar until my fingers go numb Draped in bounty hunter well here I come..
given me love and support, And South London, Kingston Jamaica, Atlanta, New York, LA, all of Orange County, Boston, Campbell, East Bay, San Francisco,
of a different drum Passin' the time in a popular way Like Otis Redding sitting at the dock of the bay I got a long way on this road but hey I take pride in
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