Lyrics:
Spending these lonesome evenings
With nothing to do
But to live in dreams that I make up
All by myself
Dreaming that you're beside me
I
We were there in the woods by the water
We left our packs up against that willow tree
We dove right in, keeping just what we were born with
Our
burning down,
On a day like this.
The evening comes,
And we're hanging out,
On the front step and a car goes by,
With the windows rolled down.
As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
I pinned a flower
stories are magical, meant to be sung
Songs from the mouth of the river
When the world was young
And all of these spirit voices rule the night
By moon
your wife.
Oh it's down where yon waters run muddy
I'm afraid they will never run clear
And it's when I begin for to study
My mind is on him that's
for them to grow up and shoot us unarmed
Dear black Madonna
How many hail Mary's?
Project holy water, bless these loads we carry
Pregnant with
blood
Has a soul of a gypsy
She's born to run
Let's nothing stand in her way
cin't gonna lie here and wait
cin't some preachers daughter
Muddy water
Stakes unscarred by limitation
'Tween a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled gold with greedy vapors
'Til his long, green eyes did glow
Mud was
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many
of a muddy cold grey sky
Shiny tooth talons
Coiled for grabbing a stranger happening by
And the day went home early
And the sun sank down into the muck
To thee, my master, I offer my prayer. Feed me, water and care for me, and when the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed,
Don't be fooled by a muddy stream be careful where you drink
Life is what you make it sometimes a living hell
If you want to find that promised land
You
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
Better timing
Good for nothing
By the time that I’m
Born out of love with you
Better timing
Good for nothing
By the time that I’m
Born out of love
just because you want it
All this muddy water ain't deep
I broke my own heart I'm trying to convince myself
That I can suffer if I want,
Don't you be fooled by a muddy stream, be careful where you drink
Said, life is what you make it, sometimes it's a livin' hell
And if you wanna get
motherfuckin' nerves)
I showed up with racks and they love me (they love me)
I'm smokin' that pack and on muddy (that gushy)
Taliban on these hoes (hoes)
Give
Unh, he told me to burn things (me lucky charms)
They like to play with fire (burn)
Kind of like a Earthling
Cuz I pull up (sker)
Fuck whatever they
for you to try over
So try over with me and you're under me over again
And I'll take all your time, and I'll let it slip off by the plenty -
Soak it
She could've been born and raised in a Kentucky bluegrass town
East Caroline, south Alabam
Anywhere you might hear a screen door slam
In a double
of muddy water
I hear a voice loud and low
Stays with me wherever I go sayin'
You will pay tomorrow for what
You do today
Accept this as a truth
For
My name black thought
The definition of raw
I was born in South Philly
On a cement floor
I had nothing at all
Had to knuckle and brawl
They swore I'd
for a minute or two"
Will I die? Or will I get to that ten-year mark?
Where I beat the extinction of telomeres?
And if I do, will you be there with
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