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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · The Devil You Know, The Devil You Don't (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Up Jumped the Devil: American Devil Songs 1920's - 1950's (Hutchinson, Hutch) · An Evening with Herb Ellis (Herb Ellis) · With Bob Vigoda & Ellis Larkin (Joyce Carr) – and 90 other albums »


Man, one song for a dime
I got songs that'll make ya happy
And songs that'll make ya cry
I got a special poor man's blues
Two for the price of one
the devil tried to realter my route 
Creator took me by the hand and led the way-ay 
To make the story short that's why I'm here today 

[Chorus]

What
Man, one song for a dime
I got songs that'll make ya happy
And songs that'll make ya cry
I got a special poor man's blues
Two for the price of one
a poison through the town, monkey see and monkey do 
Turn your slum into a mine squeeze them hard for every dime 
The people will paint you criminals, but
Light the fuse and run now brother 
'Cause you ain't got a lot of time
Don't you act surprised when it all goes to hell on your dime
Maybe you can
(kinky friedman)

In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin'
Retired from the game, took another path

Destination ninety five dirty south
Where the Devil tried to realter my route
Creator took me by the hand
In faded gabardine he used to stand 
Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand. 
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.
of times for slinging nickels and dimes
On the road to the riches that was paved with crime
I was sought of caught in between the streets and a mic
Niggaz
all perfect
We're all lost and we're all hurting
And just searching for somebody to love

We're all liars, we're all legends
We're all tens, I'd want
all perfect
We're all lost and we're all hurting
And just searching for somebody to love

We're all liars, we're all legends
We're all tens, I'd
that ones that stuck by me be, was the ones that see me
On the streets, not TV
It's an everyday, it's an all day
Devils and the cops will get me in
for dime
Woe to the conquered in the face of the crime

Better chillin' on a ledge catchin' tropical breeze
Than in jail coppin' sexually
Reminiscing the days when I was dipping on the narks
Pretty bitches in high school, tripping off the clarks
Jordan and Nike head, Perry Ellis jeans
Then I
Monkey see and monkey do
Turn your slum into a mine, squeeze 'em
Hard for every dime
The people will paint your criminals, but
You can't see the crime
-
deep into her spell
Thought she was an angel
She can sure hide crazy

I fell for ever curve, twisted by her curse
I never saw the psycho coming
You
The morgue route, the devil want that
Let's get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's
(Original Man)
We gonna drop a little somethin like this knahmsayin
on how we feel on the real, check it yo, uh-huh

Who tells you when to work?  (The Devil
and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane
I saw civilians runnin' for their life
Like the devil on judgement night running from Christ
Ice
Where the devil tried to realter my route 
Creator took me by the hand and led the way-ay 
To make the story short that's why I'm here today
thought I'd cross this line 
Ohohohohoh 

Walking through the dirty streets of Jersey (Jersey) 
A dollar to my name searchin' for that key 
I'm tryin'
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
Minolta devil expousure wide lens view 
Check for dentals and niggaz next to push tha Benz through 
You know the glow iced out rings long dough
bloated, gorged on candy-coated lies
Though honest as the day is long, dark nights are drawing in
yet for one grow tired of this, a devil sick of sin

So
So after this song
You gon' love me for my honesty
Or you gon' hate me for being me
Yeah, I'm sayin'
One of the two is gonna happen
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