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poor head was aching, his poor heart was breaking,
For he was a sailor cut down in his prime.

Verse 3

We'll beat the drums low and play the pipes

And he said, "Thank you, please, but your flattery
Is truly not becoming me
Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see
No beautycould have come from me

Banana Clipper

Big Boi

Run the Jewels

a championship
But before I banana clip
I'mma chill so my man can rip

Little man against Hellion
With the heart of an orphan
I got the words of a murderer

Emily's Heart

Jamie T.

Kings & Queens

Bottle of wine, and an old 45, rifle in the corner that her grandfather left her when he died,
Said no surprise,
I've had to use it quite a few

Christ, by highest heaven adored
Come, your circle round him closing 
Pious hearts that love the Lord

Come, ye poor no pomp of station
Robes the Child your

In the old spot by the river
Right well known to you and me
One thing more for signal token
Whistle up the marchin’ tune
With your sword upon your

the little new-born king
A few poor shepherds came,
Although with wonder, joy and love
The heavens were aflame.

The wise men came upon their way
Led by that

Highway Café

Kinky Friedman

Sold American

1973

as the trucks passed by out on the highway
And then two grim highway patrolmen came into the place,
Shook the rain from their hats and as the poor girl
Brought

rave to see

With a dark complexion she was sex symbol befo' Marilyn Monroe
But her heart stopped before they gave props to the old pro

It took

hearts
Neither death can make us apart
By the moment I was dying
I realized I'm a spark of light
And I'll be forever in your hearts
Neither death can make

right away
We are gonna down
to the south east
Hurry up and take off
our fit shirt
All fall down before shake
my poor old soul
Trust me everything but

What is America built off of? 
(Violence and entrepreneurship)
So if you had to tell another six year old 
Like yourself what to look out for

to a truck and towed him into town

And the church bells tolled down by the creek
On the first day of the week
And the sermon was served by old Reverend Flood

at the knee.
And poor little Johnny Barleycorn
They served most barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
To pierce him to the heart.
And the loader,

Well, come all you bold fellows who handle a gun
I would have you come home by the light of the sun
For young Jimmer was a-fowling, and a fowling

my head
I know her kind
I know the things she can do if I
If I gave her the chance
Another drink another cigarette
She stands by my silhouette
She

Mr. Nigga

Q-Tip

Black on Both Sides

1999

like a chump 'cause he got what they want (want)

He under thirty years old but already he's a pro
Designer trousers slung low 'cause his pockets stay

comes i´ll take it all and i´ll be

Poor in spirit for you
Mourn and meek just for you
Hungry thirsty for you
Pure in heart just for you
Glorified just

and poison strikes another down
Yeah, you're bad but not the good kind
Don't be fooled by the pretty you see
You can dip your heart in gold hun
But you're

the arc
And gives us hope
Like a celestial spark.
The ark of the covenant
Is protected
By the angelic brethren
Of the spectrum.
A new testament
In an old

Manzanilla...

CARMEN: 

Right by the walls of Sevilla,
At my old friend Lillas Pastia’s,
I’ll go to dance the Seguidilla
And drink some manzanilla,
I’ll go to my

WcR

W cR
What has the world become? 
The poor man is the native son
We are  born to win
Never to lose
, but the rich man smiles 
With his devilish

Verse 1:
Walked into the crowd,
To be alone,
You may not of said it out loud,
But I could feel the tone,

To renounce the old gods,
And worship you,

Square Park tree bough
and wished it well.

If you keep some love inside your heart you never will grow old
at least those were the last words by my mother