Lyrics:
Have you ever had to look
In the face of your old man
He just cant remember
But you've got to understand
The way it hurts your family
And all of your
'Cause I'm still here still waiting for you
Right here, another man won't do
Still here, still waiting on you
Here bound by this web of nothing
Ooh, I
LEADER OF THE BAND
Words and Music by Dan Fogelberg
An only child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
Claude said "I am justified Jim, they were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to hang some meat
When he's livin' this far from town."
It took
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
I was born by a river, oh man, in this little old tent, oh
Just like this river, I've been running ever since
It's been a long, long time coming
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old
my Pearly Blue
Before you hear the rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road
Now old man Flatt he owns the farm
From the hoglot to the barn
From
comes the time,
For me to leave this old world behind
I'm a lucky man, Oh! I'm a lucky man
Oh! I'm a lucky man, Oh! I'm a lucky man.
Got this man taking aim
Anything that passes by his lane
Wears it proudly like chain
Or big house in his name
By a pound or a grain
This dude Chupas
with a couple of shooters, you with niggas beefin' over computers
Baby I'm tellin' you, your man a loser
Come this way, I know you be choosin'
Come this
he found it in a hookers Winnebago
We always hit the bank down by the park
Throwing spinner baits and lettin’ out farts
Man I miss the smell of farts
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
Wassup, Wu Tang Clan in here
bags
Till a old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
of truth
You and I float by all cares removed
In my mind by the new days light
As that sweet honey glow glazes the coast
We're just cruising
Man is it
Of eighty nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era mentally I
down with the forty, but I don't want no forty
Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry, I need some Kurathers
Peep this, but not up in my stomach
I
This is your song now
Yeah I'm really freaky
Yo man wanna freak me
My man love me freely
Cuz that's how he keep me
None can really keep me
Your man
say they understand
But they don't understand
And I don't want to be an old man
I always wonder if I'll figure life out
When I'm twenty-five
And my
and tried to harmonise
Man life is hard just like some 3 day old McDonald's fries
Seen a lot of shit that's left a nigga traumatised
Haunted by the time I saw
at 31 I read pages from my old rhyme book
Thinking about the time that it took
To get here
See it clear like Visine
Me and my rageme
Made it by any
the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good
Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one
I'm sick of the man in the mirror
Ordinary confused and pale
Nothing will make this clearer
When you see it all for sale
What did they want from me?
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