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of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your daddy, he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw
go
To the valley below
Your daddy, he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He
Free-can anyone show me the way to free
Free-does anyone know which way is to free
I ain't here to doubt you, just heard so much about you
Won't
I know you want this
If you want my future then
You better work it, boy
No, it won't come easy, no
I know you want this
By the time I'm through
"OMG your such and such is lucky"
It's touchin' my soul
But little does anyone know, yeah
I've been workin'
I ain't perfect
I don't need you to tell
around
Well, I'd rather love you baby, than anyone else I know in town
Well, because you're so nice and lovely
And you have such pleasin' ways
If you
around
Well, I'd rather love you baby, than anyone else I know in town
Well, because you're so nice and lovely
And you have such pleasin' ways
If you
I know you want this
If you want my future then
You better work it, boy
No, it won't come easy, no
I know you want this
By the time I'm through
Toledo
Know that their name hasn't traveled very well?
And does anybody in Ohio
Dream of that Spanish citadel?
But it`s no use saying that I love
In this land of chance do we know right from wrong
Even at a glance we know the road is long
We don't owe a single thing to anyone
Most of us do
And forever shining through
Wish the sky would say
That blue would turn to grey
And I know I'd be there
Like was like a fantasy
Taken by reality
Does
of situations
Read books, read deep quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like
the cowboys and
The home on the range?
Does anyone know that they've
Killed Jesse James?
Now the good guys on TV seem bad
Ain't it strange?
The old Nashville
are the cowboys and the home on the range?
Does anyone know that they've killed Jesse James?
Now the good guys on TV seem bad, ain't it strange?
Well I was looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you
There were one or two I know that you would
Well, you know that kings ain't stupid
But I don't have a clue
Don't be cruel, Joseph
Help me now, I beg of you
So back in Canaan
The future looked rough
to get by
You never bothered
About anyone else
You're well educated
With no common sense
But love, that's one thing
You really need to get by
'round
Yeah I, I would rather love you, baby
Than anyone else I know in town
This is my confession, Mama
And it's sung by all your song
It proves
change everything
Does anyone care it ain't right what we're doing?
Does anyone care it ain't right where we're going?
Does anyone dare justify how
many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often
me?"
"Who's gonna know how these side effects is gonna affect me?"
Who knew I would grow to meet presidents that respect me?
If Starbucks is bought by
left-right-left, right-left-right
All of a sudden, she stops in the middle
Frozen in place by a pair of headlights
It's anyone's guess what then happened next
can change everything
Does anyone care, it ain't right what we're doing?
Does anyone care, it ain't right where we're going?
Does anyone dare
how to fix old radios
Does anyone know how to mend old broken hearts
Beaten by a lifetime of coming up short
Still keeps a beat but it's been hard
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