Lyrics:
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
All my days now lead me
Past leaves gold and brown
Back to the old house
To lay my head down
I'm coming home
A long old road
I'm walking by the river
neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts
Blind man wavin' by the side of the road
I'm in a flat bed Ford carrying a heavy load
With a sweet thing sippin' on a blueberry wine
On a flat
I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
Left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't
something to drink
Better get it by now (ah) (by now)
Gotta break it down (right now)
'Cause I don't wanna stop no more
Now we're coming up on the end
Just before dark in the pink violet sky
I hear the night coming down the road
She left before sundown
And now I've got nowhere to go
Maybe it's over
a beggar man,
And I slept way down, in a barn at Caurabawn
A wet night came on and I slept 'till the dawn
With holes in the roof and the rain coming
(Gordon Lightfoot)
He was standing by the highway
With a sign that just said Mother
When he heard a driver coming
About a half a mile away
So he
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side, and it's a-made out of rattlesnake
[Patty Griffin - Long Ride Home]
Long black limousine
Shiniest car I've ever seen
The back seat is nice and clean
She rides as quiet as a dream
Ah
Whoa
Oh
Yeah, yeah
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild
Caught my first
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side, and it's a-made out of rattlesnake
And I slept way down, in a barn at Caurabawn
A wet night came on and I slept 'till the dawn
With holes in the roof and the rain coming through
As I walked down the road at set of sun
The lambs were coming homewards one by one
I heard a sheepbell softly calling them
Along the little road
Somewhere in the bosom of the land
Sowing his rich by the hands of the wise
And peace should come to every man
Just when he thinks he can lay down and roll
Well it's two eggs up on whiskey toast
And home fries on the side
Wash it down with the road house coffee
Burns up your insides
Just
low, But boy that wasn't all.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Couldn't get them very far.
Daddy! Oh Daddy, You Promised.
Out on the road in the direction
the house now
She just listens for the sound
Of your old eighty-four Ford
Coming down the road
Ooo, if it don't work out
Ooo, if it don't work out
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane
low, But boy that wasn't all
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Couldn't get them very far
Daddy! Oh Daddy, You Promised
Out on the road in the direction
making toffee apples up on Gerald Griffin Street
Would carry him past the oak casks of the distillery
And onto the Watercourse Road
Ahhh, pleasure
Night falls while drunken angels
Sleep by the side of the road
And I'm nodding in a stairwell
Just trying to stay out of the cold
Circling
Moving right now, He's in the house
All of you, He's in the house
All down inside of you, He's in the house
Nobody but you, He's in the house
Give it our
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