Lyrics:
know me, I'm your native son"
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards
the maddens reply
Mommy's in heaven
Angels took her away
Left Tim and I all alone
We've no one to love us
And daddy is dead
And our darling mother is
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne
know me, I'm your native son"
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up and stashed behind
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was
Of listening to the sound of my tears
Turn around
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
Every now
over nonsense
When it makes no sense, I'm throwin' up the fence
Now ask yourself cool
What good is the hood if ya actin' a fool?
So whatcha gone do
were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
In Bethlehem, in Israel
This blessed Babe was born
And laid
was rain in our window
The FM set was ragged
But she could talk, yeah
We learned to speak
And one year has gone by
Such a long, long road to seek it
She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth
Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth
You sunk my battleship
I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live
And your
Got this weed I smoke is so special
Got some real deal this pressure
I got this cookie bag oh you can smell it
Larry bird gone send me to heaven
Walk
Who's that knockin' on my door?
It's gotta be a quarter to four.
Is it you again, comin' round for more?
Well, you can love me tonight if you
Lets rock to
S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no
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'I like to start off by saying that prison is truly a living hell
It is a place where love and compassion are looked upon as weaknesses
gone be here till we dead and gone nigga
This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?
we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
From God our heavenly father
A blessed angel
Whoa-oo-woh! Gone gone gone!
Gone gone gone!
The leader of the pack is,
Now he's gone!
The leader of the pack is,
Now he's gone!
The leader of the pack is
a harvest moon when she's home to count her blessings
She's saved that love from passing
Though it's now ten years gone by
He is buried in these hills,
By the seaside
I see the water
And mother ocean surrounds me
And when
My love is gone
I know you'll be by my seaside
Down at the seaside
The dock is
mother
cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence
Till the join might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But
demons but my angels might die too
Grindin' since I'm age ten
Single mother households tryin' their best to raise men
Know this pain a vessel to gain
Written by billy burnette, larry henley, and larry keith.
Sometimes love is all that matters
Sometimes not worth goin' after
You never know until
long ago
When you know, you turn it back before it goes
Time is tickin' away, yeah
But it was just yesterday, yeah
Though it'll never be gone, yeah
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