Lyrics:
down there,
might be your man I don't know.
Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no more.
So
a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of you love
And I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord
tell you where I went wrong?
Well, the more that I start to play
My deceitful, evil ways
Keep on growing stronger by the day
Oh lord, have mercy
hair hang down
And she makes me glad that I'm a man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile, Lord, don't she make
the Lord told Noah take 'em two by two
The ox and the fox an the kangaroo
The wicked man if he don't repent
Leave 'em there until my judgment
Just
there is bitches in Carlo
Lord have Murciélago, yeah
And I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed
To look into my parents eyes when I'm scared to die
My
Carlo
Lord have Murciélago, yeah
And I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed
To look into my parents eyes when I'm scared to die
My eyes same color
the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry.
Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh, Lord, if You hear me please hold
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
But I got to ramble (ramblin' man)
Gamble (gamblin' man)
Ramble (ramblin' man)
I was born a ramblin' gamblin' man
Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
pulls my man around by her apron strings
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair
Oh that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere
I got those St
, taking toll
If you've been bad
Oh, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit
Oh, by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
Oh
Bow your head
when others curse you
Oh Lord it's hard to be a man of peace
Lord it's hard ~ oh it's hard
You know it's hard to be like Jesus
Don't you know
Oh Lord, filled by her man
A child begins to grow
Oh Lord, who can understand
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
My testimony
Hear my prayer, ease my pain
Hear my prayer, oh, Lord, break these chains
Oh, Lord, help me to stand firm
And to inherit this loving
, taking toll
If you've been bad
Oh, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit
Oh, by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
Oh
Bow your head
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
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