Lyrics:
gone
All the jobs are gone
Still we're hangin' on
Down in dry county
They're swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins
Love the way that you love my sounds
But I'm still try'na break new ground
Feels like I could blow out a fire with one breath
Look at the sky in
will be (Surprising)
To me (Keep rising)
Keep rowing (Keep rowin')
Keep showing (Keep showin')
Keep it true and strong in your heart
And you'll get by
Some people (Yeah)
Some people
Some people really are
Still dreaming (and the night falls)
They are still dreaming (and them hoes call)
He
a little baby girl, trouble came and shut it down
Things like that ain't supposed to happen
In this quiet town, families are tight
Good people, they
in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm
Ah the fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But
There once was an Indian brave by the name of Yellow Hand
He fell in love with a maiden know as White Sands
They vowed their love would last
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
his best friend
Through the fields of early May
They walk awhile in silence
One close, one far away
But he'd be climbing on that bus
Just him
See the shark with teeth like razors
And he wears them in his face
And Macheath has got a knife
But not in such an obvious place
Now see
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The cats are sleeping here in the autumn sun.
Your dog has flushed a deer and he's on the run.
And the coffee cup is
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
of the earth
"Listen to the warning"
The prophet, he said
For soon, the cold of night will fall
Summoned by your own hand
Oh-oh, children of the land
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still
it raining fire in the sky.
The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado.
Rocky Mountain high.
He
ago, how the words would flow
With passion and precision
But now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision
And he stares out the kitchen
forgets to take a pill
Overload is overkill
What... what are families for?
He's at the wheel, she's at his side
Three kids in back out for a ride
can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star
We play music got families to feed
Ain't good with numbers and he knows we can't read
If we
parenthood
'Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood
Taking refills of that plan B pill
Another shorty that won't make it to the family
They flutter behind you your possible pasts
Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
"Ranks!
makes her feel close
Makes her smile it's like he's with her almost
Till the tears take over she's still in hell
But she tells herself she's ready
framed by cocaine and beer
Who'da thought she would ruin you
And leave your whole damn family in shambles too
I got a call from your mom months back
ago, how the words would flow
With passion and precision
But now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision
And he stares out the kitchen
out there, I'm comin'
(But I still know this is the life, baby, baby)
Let's go get 'em Just
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire
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