Lyrics:
Up and down, round and round, side by side
Where were you when you would run and hide
You were never there, did you even care
You were never there,
the season comes 'round again.
One night holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire
Let's left our heads high
And be thankful
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled
Start sayin what you mean boy
If I could have you
You know id never let you go I
Want you here wit me
Right here by my side
Watch my waist go round
the throne
Forever round the throne
Listen
Judgment will not be avoided by your unbelief
By your lack of fear
Nor by your prayers to any little idol
Words and music by Jimmy Rodgers
Cattle prowl and the coyotes howl
Out on the Great Divide
Never done no wrong, just singin' a song
As down
the light
I'm open 'round the clock
I don't get lost at night
You never used to be afraid of days like these
But now you're overwhelmed by your
nights I sit by the window, watching the stars & the wind blow
Happy to feel what I don't know, whoa whoa
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, around and around we
Head like a rock spinning round and round
I found it in a hole sitting upside down
You point the finger at me but I don't believe
Paint me a wish
I hate to see
The evening sun go down
I hate to see
The evening sun go down
It makes me think, oh
On my last lone round
Feelin' tomorrow
See the sun up in the sky
Well, it's a circle see a hula hoop roll by
Well, it's a circle
See the sun up in the sky
See a hula hoop roll by
Round
getting all the love you never gave, (woo) yeah
You've been out all night
Diggin' my grave
So keep on runnin' 'round
Ain't no need to hurry back
Oh ain't it lonely
When you're livin' with a gun
Well you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round
And you can't trust anyone
You just sit
shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
(Nigga I say dead, you dead)
You should be dead by now
Smile but
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
of a light
I see a strange kind of sight
Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far
All tied to their things
They're netted by their
There's times when real people let me down,
when the temperature falls to zero.
I curl up by the fire with a good book,
and for awhile I am
Cab driver, drive by Mary's place
I just wanna chance to see her face
Don't stop the meter let it race
Cab driver, drive by Mary's place
Cab
curtain call
I can hear these words bein' whispered by all
Ol' George stopped drinkin' today
They're all gonna gather 'round me
Lord, I wish they could
Your red Hawaiian shirt and
Your hair jet black
Hangin' 'round with your good
For nothing friends, bettin' by the track
Baby, you can't come back from
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
troubled by questions like this
Going 'round and 'round and 'round, like bats in a belfry
'Round and 'round and 'round, like a big flock of crows
'Round
What did you do to me
Why can't i fuckin breathe
Enchanted by your spell
My favorite kinda hell
You turned me out
With no thoughts about
My mental
I hate to see
The evening sun go down
I hate to see
The evening sun go down
It makes me think, oh
On my last lone round
Feelin' tomorrow
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