Lyrics:
by slipping away, yeah
And the ache that's making me ache has gone for the day
Now I'm the man that shot the boss
I pinned him down and blew his
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said no, boy would you come home to me
[Chorus]
(And) I said, ramblin' boy
eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
I went
like goin' home
And it stoned me
Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So
a man, he never home,
only stuck around cuz your love was strong
city lights came on and then went off again and your still alone
day by day keep passin
verse 2: watching falling stars/ on the grass by my own car/ making love there in the dark/ thinking we're alone/ old man shined his light/ trying not
must die by my own hand
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
Hey, hey, she's better off without me
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone
on slow
Sheriff told Billy's ma that Billy died
She buried his body by the riverside, alright
[Chorus]
Well rich man want the power and the seat
Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show me
could be so good
I look into the sky, your waves rush by,
The weather man has lied, it makes me cry.
Hello, Mr. Radio, do I disturb you?
Sometimes I
could be so good
I look into the sky, your waves rush by
The weather man has lied, it makes me cry
Hello Mr. Radio, do I disturb you
Sometimes, I
sin
I know that you know that I know
That you've got another man
Ah, Half the time that I'm at home
I have to go to a café and eat
And when you argue
morning song by a just got baptized singer
I been away too long, somebody take me home
I need a glass of sweet sun tea brewed out in the backyard
I wanna
Lord, in a bourgeois town
It's a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
Home of the brave, land of the free
machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
Oh, but that ain't natural old man Grayson says
'Cause he's a horse drawn man until his dying days
your ETA?
Two minutes
Chill out, man, we're right on time
Reaching out on my way home
You can be so cold, I'll try again
You make me sad
said I was the prettiest thing to dream a mortal man
I wished I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree
Ev'rytime that Cindy would pass me by, she take
In a little while
Surely you'll be mine
In a little while, I'll be there
In a little while
This hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home, love
the line
As he wobbles on the spindle and his almost blind
And you can tell by the way that he travels alone
That it won't be long before he's goin' home
home is in the loggin' camp
All week I cut down the mighty trees Saturday I get to do as I please
I give the man more than his hire and he'll never
to wash my clothes
I don't want you to keep my home
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you
Well I can see by the way that you switch
As time goes by
It's funny how time can make you realize
We're running out of it
On the day that I die
I wanna to say that I
Was a man who really
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