Lyrics:
waitin' too long
These blues have got me cryin'
Oh, sweet mama please come home
Through tears I watch young lovers
As they go strolling by
Oh, all
anyone to call her own
She's only around for the sweet life
A bunch other men on standby
Moved to the city
And she'll never go back home
We could be in
teeth comb
D country weh we a dead fa
A not even we own
I was locked in the dawg pound
Make it to harder to bark now
Broke my jaw when I locked down
a freighter in Cuba
To speed me back to her side
But the bell in the old country steeple
Soon told me my sweetheart had died
Heartbroken, I knelt down
Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that
Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that
feelin'"
Well if you my love must think that a'way
I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'
I'm sure your heart is not with me
But with the country where you're
feelin'"
Well if you my love must think that a'way
I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'
I'm sure your heart is not with me
But with the country where you're
COME HOME TOMORROW
YOU WON’T FIND ME IN THIS ROOM
BUT THERE’S NO WAY YOU COULD IGNORE
MY SWEET PERFUME
I’LL TRY ON EVERY SHIRT YOU OWN TONIGHT
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
time, it's about changes and it's about time
There's a man who is my brother, I just don't know his name
But I know his home and family because I know we
Wi really naw fi
Go home no oh
After a night like this
Now wi texting day by day
Wi a chat bow di play by play
Now mi love all di tings you say
Drop di
our own country let's start a revolution let's get out of here let's do Something
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas in the world
at night
And your fantasies in the daylight
I got you drugged up so sweet
So sweet
So sweet
I wanna be who you need to be by your side
You'd come home
The folks in my kingdom work hard everyday,
Then go home to their dark little huts.
Some say a Princess should live like her people,
But I
can’t ignore me (too much money)
Look at all this money on me
My appearance they know of it
These strippers they gon dance for it
And I’ma throw it
She
more
So grab your fiddle and your old banjo
Play a country blues so sweet and slow
We'll sing along to the drunkard's doom
And rock all night by
on the line (hello)
My son are you wasting your time??
Only you do forex, law and music
and still you ain’t getting a dime
Ma! The country is hard
Economy
wait 'til I see you again
So sweet, incomplete
Burnin' in the summer heat (Summer heat)
Molecules, piece by piece
Cranium won't set me free (Set me
Cross country
No skis
All birds
No bees
Honey pot
So sweet
Got agave on me
With the whipped cream
Where the baguettes
Where the bag at
When the sun
overloaded
Like a goldfish being swallowed by a whale
Rael the home of my religion
To me, the center of the earth
The Red Chins in their millions
Will
overloaded
Like a goldfish being swallowed by a whale
Rael the home of my religion
To me, the center of the earth
The Red Chins in their millions
Will
home to an empty house
And an empty garage
I saw something so crazy on my way commuting home
I told myself it was a mirage
She was flying down
Tickle me pink, smack my ass 'til it's blushing
Down home, corn bread butter my muffin
Rhinestone cowgirl, buck buck bucking, yeehaw
Me, oh, me, oh,
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