Lyrics:
the people deceive you the kids never leave
'Cause you make them at home
You try to appease them and they show you the stick
But still you pick up the phone
Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed
I'm on TV
It makes up for the shortcomings of being poor
Now I'm in a million pieces", picked up for deliberation
By the people listening at home
By
you n****s try to run up on the Bone
I'ma show you like this I'm a pull out my chrome
I don't want to have to send a n**** home
Lord please take
they coming home
Gotta stay strong cause you ain't alone
Remember you always got love from home
They steal this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy
county line
By the looks of the gridlock outside
It's gotta be about 3:39
Everybody rushin' from place to place
The looks on their face ain't no
ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh)
Scares the girl by threatening her life (word)
Says 'Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife' (oh man)
Beats in her
up and try again
Try again
I hope that you stay free
Don't take shit from nobody
People will tell you that you should
I hope you feel at home in
I see the shapes
I remember from maps
I see the shoreline
I see the whitecaps
A baseball diamond
Nice weather down there
I see the school
I'm sorry to say that you don't know me
I'm sad in ways you never understood
Each time I try to tell the ugly truth
You always let it pass you by
made millions of dollars, but I'm still alone until I come home back to you
I remember all of the times we were parked by your house and laughed all
I see the shapes
I remember from maps
I see the shoreline
I see the whitecaps
A baseball diamond
Nice weather down there
I see the school
I remember looking up
To look up to him
And I remember most the times
He wasn't there
I'd be waiting at the door
When he got home at night
He'd
like he's Home Alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
This has got to stop -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why try?
My
comes undone
All I can do is try to get through
Day one
By day forty-five, I wont have to drive by your house on my way home
By day ninety-two, if
Riding on the wings of time
Feel the fire from the sky
Hold the power deep inside
Not afraid to die
We are the masters of the universe
On we ride
when facing monsters
One more page I would beg, not tonight, now it's time for bed
Night by night, year by year, stories took us far from here
Remember
display
Home of the brave, ran by the slaves
Stole everybody name so white Jesus on the chain
I feel proud when it hangs
Try to hide from the fame
clouding my head a lot
I saw the bro, layed with crows all around him
And that means he's not coming home
I am a Taurus but not with the bullshit
Mix
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home
parenthood, I know you'll be good at it
Oh, almost forgot to do something, thank my father too
I actually learned a lot from you
You taught me what not to do
trying to boast
But I got that dough
I made a video so you could see the life I live
Gotta casa across from Sammy Sosa's crib
Laying out by the pool
I'm not here to preach to you
I just want to reach out
And say
In 1994, I move again
The land of the free, the home of the brave
The United State
.jpg/207px-Sheryl_Crow_-_November_2014_(cropped).jpg "Sheryl Crow")
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