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twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he never
The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday
The rock of my soul went to work on Monday
Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks
The other
the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
that was held by these two hands
He must be leaving hell to live with a ghost of another man.
My name is in the side wall outside our bedroom door
must hang on to your hand
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
I pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Start all over again
drove her to the depot
There were tears in my eyes
And a ticket in her hand
And as we stood there by those tracks
I knew she wasn't comein' back
So I
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
and I got some in store
When I get through throwin' it on to you, got to come back for more
Boys and things will come by the dozen
Ain't nothin' but
in the public library
On Thurmon Street just now
Skimming through Rogue Herry's by Hugh Walpole
And I suddenly came over all peckish
Peckish,
I feel my heartbeat
When you run your fingers through my hair
(Yeah) I can feel you,
I can feel you by my side when you're not there
(Yeah) Just
bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone sent the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
on his breath and a Bible in his hand
He talked about honor and things I should know
Then he'd stagger a little as he went out the door
[Chorus]
I
him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go
I got stopped by a lady cop
In my automobile
She said get out and spead your legs
And then she
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun
Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now
A self-ordained professor's
favor me)
Had the plague (with your hand)
Were in debtor's jail (promise)
Trampled by a horse (marry me, marry me)
Gone to sea again (please, oh,
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
Make me feel much better, baby
By telling me you'll never stop (say you won't stop)
(Call on me)
I can feel your body burn into my flesh
(Call
Standin' by your window in pain
A pistol in your hand
And I beg you, dear Molly, girl
Try and understand your man the best you can
Across
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
can measure
Secret treasures
Keeps on getting better, yeah
Do you wanna roll with me?
We can go to foreign lands
Your hand in my hand
Do you wanna
sorry] So what?
You call me a punk, you want to see who's soft?
Put the microphone down, let's square-off
You need a hand, you got hands for
Tryna be me,
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