Lyrics:
If my old truck was a horse
I'd have to shoot it
Lord the day my ship came in
I was waiting for a train
Everytime I get a grip, I always lose
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
Ivah, where were you last night?
It's none of my business, but you don't look right
I would say by the look in your eye
You're afraid you're gonna
Ivah, where were you last night?
It's none of my business, but you don't look right
I would say by the look in your eye
You're afraid you're gonna
I was born by the railroad tracks
Well the train whistle wailed and I wailed right back
Well papa left mama when I was quite young
He said now
(Verse 1)
On the platform of King's Cross, a tearful goodbye,
As the last train to heartbreak, slowly passes by.
With a suitcase full of memories,
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains
And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name
But, they never let us do our thing
Everybody
Why all these bugles cry
These squads of young men drill
To kill and to be killed
Stood waiting by the train
Why the orders loud and hoarse
Why
blows like a train
Taxi's line-up like a strand of pearls around the block again
I remembered everything every windowpane
Every word came back to me
When the blues moved north, to Chicago they came
And I caught some myself in this blind alley and rain
Close to the L with it's clattering train
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
"'The Working Hour' was thrown
Together during, um, rehearsals
- erm, rehearsals for our last tour erm
receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire, I guess the season is on
So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He’s just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I been through
We the last real niggas alive
That’s
receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire, I guess the season is on
So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all
Cause whores gettin highly and
Stoned like Medusa
Yeah, a new Hibushi? eatin all sushi
And then I tear the mall down
For new Prada and Gucci
My album's
Everything is alright
Cause I've had enough bad news
To last a lifetime
And I was struck by how much I remembered
And how everything still looked
I hope you're keeping some kind of record
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
From the Albums:
* Prisoner of the night
* 2nd Live
* Something heavy going down
* The naked truth
* Last blast of the century
Get out of my
The most important artist of this
Generation over 21 Grammy's
6 Consecutive number 1 albums one of the most
Impactful voices to ever grab
On the warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler we were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a starin' out
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