Lyrics:
Mmmmm-mmmmm
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your right hand
here on my right hand
When Bobby told her she deserved a better man
Aw she hung right with me down in Panama City
Raisin' hell on our senior trip
down
Folks lose their possessions - folks are leaving town
Bertha Mason shook it - broke it
Then she hung it on a wall
Says, "You're dancin' with
in the good ol' days
We'll have a big hand shakin'
An' sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk
walk on
I'll walk 'til
both my feet are gone
And there's no more road
in front of me to go
Well, I'm a walkin' man
With the walkin' blues
And a walking
"She won't come, just when you want it.."
[Everlast]
Ya see I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You want to fight, then step up and we'll get it
Yeah
Aye
When I say you something light, you something light son
Rottweiler man I'm coming off to bite some
I know ain't nobody writing what I write
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
You hung a man after dark
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
Cease the violence!
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
fights to drive bys
I be out there late night and I'm might die
So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy
I dedicate this to the hags and fags
Who
just hung himself in the bedroom, he's dead"
"Debbie, don't let that fucker get you upset
Go in there, stick a fuckin' cigarette to his neck
I bet you
(Red-man!) they done let me out
(Red-man!) they done called my name
(Red-man!) they done read the four chapters..
Now I'm back, brick city, I've been born
you retire
Hung your shoes from a telephone wire
So when I ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs flower, toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick
around
Caught up in a warm embrace by the freeway
Counting the cars as they go
Sipping on a bag of joy from the deli
Thank my man at the store
Forgetting
man blues
Here comes that workin' man
Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
Never been on welfare, 'n that's one place I won't
a tavern
Cry a little bit of these working man blues, here comes that workin' man
Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
Bill Thaxton was an ex ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was
The fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
we bow are the ones who already fell
Hung by the noose of shortcomings that were their own
Guided by hatred instilled within us since our birth
We race
I had my dreams in view
When the money ran out and the engine blew
Hung my tears out to dry
Then my dreams fell out of that clear blue sky
I had my dreams in view
When the money ran out and the engine blew
Hung my tears out to dry
Then my dreams fell out of that clear blue sky
sold out
Cause down a hundred ground
Like a rapping in a dope house
Man wherever I be
The feds got me scoped out
Mother fucker let my nuts hang
Baby let's get dressed up
I got two pairs of shoes
Darling you look so beautiful
When your hair's all hung in jewels
And sometimes I find it
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues
Well, I'm sailin'
Oh, the joke was never hard to tell
Threw my spare change in the wishing well
The dream alone is always in your hands
If that don't fill the boy
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