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Let me tell you a story son, 
Little tale of how the west was won.
They had society; we had guns
Didn’t stop until their lands were gone.

Can’t you

Sooo
This one
Is a true story
My story actually
Yeah.
It's my time
Don't be shy
I'll give a try
I'm going all by myself
By myself
By myself
I don't

it?
You think I’m telling the story or am I story telling?
You think I’m just making you out to be the villain?
Just so my stories a little more

Live it up written 

by Creedence Johnson
Creedence johnson on vocals and guitar.
Josh Johnson on guitar 



Nicotine and pain medication 
Got my

on the world 
And trusting what's inside of you
Pretty little things

Well now the years gone by
Gotta a little off track
You take your eyes off the road
Driving

had to be

Little by little -  Stone by stone
We already know - how this story goes

slipnslide for us to maybe coincide
Like that track I had baby, bet you if you hear it
A small little hook to make you feel so incoherent
Come by my side

Dirty Little Secrets
Music and Lyrics by Russ Soper

Always played the martyr, heart on your sleeve
It's written all over your face, you know what I

not for ladies
It's incase I get knocked by the old bailey
'Cause jail? one-on-one street? gun-to-gun
Little niggers is tiresome but
Back on this music,

getting ready to leave this coast behind
With a little bit of heaven and a little bit of hell
I’m gonna have a story to tell

Maybe I left long ago
With

As We Go

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper

1988

As we go a little somethin like this, hit it

Now let's get this party, started off the right way
Ow and ho I think the crowd might say
When we're

Pretty Flowers

Steve Martin

The Crow: New Songs for the Five-String Banjo

2009

If I told you funny stories
If I moved a little closer
Would you put your hand on mine?

If I told you you were lovely
If I put my arm around you

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by

Verse  1 [Spice 1] bailin out the cut wit 2 dime pieces,
keep killas like pitbulls on leashes,
aint no muthafuckin suckas,
nigga my soilders elite,

right back on you

Take a little bit of fame, just a bit of glory
Take a little bit of fame and listen to her story

When you find your national eye, are

beautiful to behold, she's the greatest story never told

Though often I noticed all the little things she does
She's an angel sent down from heaven above
I

of Hash-Browns
Who even is Hash-Browns
Ah little ones
You best let me finish this story
And perhaps all your questions will be answered
Eh
The storms really

Yeah this the one right here
Meka., sixteen
Young Taylor growing up, 20 years old
But let me speak on something 4 years back

This a story about

controlled by the outer world G
Another Bronx War Story
Sometimes I have to search for information to find out
Why was we put in these certain situations

past
Story of my life
 
Story of my life
Story of my life
 
Yeah, good times come and good times go
I only wish the good times would last a little longer

Love Story in the Making

Linda Davis

Some Things Are Meant to Be

1996

story in the making
Something that was meant to be
A heart patiently waiting for a little bit of destiny
A sweet love story is all she needs

Bobby's

loving glare
So tell me once more
All of your
Stories
Stories

Don't you worry little child
You don't have to cry
Don't be afraid of the belt that's held

And we were screaming
Kids now don't you know that all this shit is fantasy like the most black three stacks
Wearing chains cheap beer, oh ease up
Little

would try to tell the story just right
If you love just a little more
You'll find a sunshine waiting to explore
You'll be there at the open door
The door