Lyrics:
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
a scattered pile of leaves in a storm
Peaceful memory like lights on a Christmas tree
Every hometown should be peaceful and warm
Every father mother sister
careless love has done.
Well you worried my mother till she died
And you caused my father to lose his mind.
Now damn you I'm goin' to shoot you, Lord,
kids
I'll love them all I can and
Let 'em make their own minds
Now you know how a mother can
Hold the son through understanding
And my father he once
I'm still hearin' my mother's cries, nigga
No father figures make harder niggaz
Through the years, went to war with niggaz
From what I saw in
Born in the heat of the desert
My mother died giving me life
Deprived of the love of a father
Blamed for the loss of his wife
You know, Lord,
going to be a perfect wife
I'm going to be a perfect son
I'm going to be a perfect mother
I'm going to be a perfect father
I'm going to see that he
eyes
I say to you
Softly and peacefully
I come with love
When he was dying
And his sweet mother was
There by his side
Who did he blame, this
Atmospheres are tense today
Mother and father are growling again
Silently seated around the table
You're the one that's getting the blame
Father
An anchor for my journeys
At the end of this old world
So here is what I found
Stop for a moment
Don't forget who we are
Remember our mothers and fathers
walked by the river's brim
A hey ho and me bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
Born in the heat of the desert my mother died giving me life
Deprived of the love of a father blamed for the loss of his wife
You know Lord I've
lifted by the hands of angels
God gives them the stars to use as ladders
She hears their calls
She is mother and father
All babies are born out
the father she used to know.
She sought love in the arms of her mother,
Longing for affection like no other,
But in her quest, she lost sight,
Of the bond once
Third world people
Remember where ya' comin' from
Third world people
Know where you belong
Mother country, mother country
We 'ave been told
That
to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o.
There does sit my father, the King
A hey ho and me bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
The swans
Shepherdess and dog, father of the pastureland and mother of the flock
Rose hip November, autumn I'll remember
Gold landing at our door, catch one Leif
mother's gone
The girls are crying, it's been oh so long
And your father's calling, come on home
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home
Come
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
does sit my father the King
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
the swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
A wild pack of family dogs
Came running through the yard one day
My father got his gun
Shot it up, they ran away, okay
A wild pack of family dogs
cries for the sake of their sons
In the sins of their fathers
The beauty of human desire
As we watch the world, burn
Blinded by fury
The inhaler of fire,
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