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to Spain.
She never got out of the house, never even boarded a train.
I married a guy, was livin' high,
I didn't want him to know her,
She had a grandson,
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
A sign of the cross at the door
And I pray
That never used to happen before
(If you see him in the street, walking by himself)
(Talking to himself,
Haywood, where have you been, tell me now
Haywood, you been on the street again, I know, I know
Haywood, that man's not your friend
Haven't you
You split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
Lord, I've never lived where churches grow
I loved creation better as it stood
That day you finished it so long ago
And looked upon your work
Stop right there
I gotta know right now
Before we go any further
Do you love me?
Will you love me forever?
Do you need me?
Will you never leave me
have the money
Or if you're a friend to me
But the one man band
By the quick lunch stand
He was playing real good, for free
Nobody stopped to hear
picture me
You know me by my thoughts
A file for your travelogue
Oblivious to the night, the fog around you
The germs they are ridiculous
They bother
Lord, I've never lived where churches grow
I loved creation better as it stood
That day you finished it so long ago
And looked upon your work
on the shelf
Won't you to come up here and talk to me
'Cause I get lonesome by myself?"
I was feelin' lonesome too
And I knew just how she felt
And I knew just
down
Why don't ya hold yourself down?
Why don't you listen, you can trust me (So what you gonna take him to?)
Oh there's a place I know the way
they deal, if you will
Is legitimate and that other line
I mentioned refers to "E, " Emory Jones
His an associate who served roughly ten
Years with
came to hang a gold one on the wall
The town in which he lived is not important
But you'll know which town I mean by the time I'm through
He soon
Lately when I'm in my room all by myself
In the solitary gloom I call to myself
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes
Love never made
know I never meant them, don't you, Jack?
May the angels bear me witness, I am asking
Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black."
mouth, dry on her shoulder
I've never had much patience for guys that hit
For more than just obvious reasons
I asked if she wanted me to take him in
said it all turned out awfully fair
So tell me tales of all the times and all the seasons you got by
Breathin' in that cold November air
When no one
way
Uh oh no
Him fro so dark and him hat so low
Me never ever ask to become solo
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold
Me so poor
Me come them
- Words and Music by Lee Pockriss and Lyn Duddy
(Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel)
You're an angel to me
Johnny Angel,
emptiness inside would suit me fine
It's times like these
I wish I were a tin man
You could hurt me all you wanted
And I'd never even know
I'd give
you can learn
You can still share, just by taking turns
If you got a ball, bounce it to the gang
If there is a new kid, invite him out to hang
If you
back his edge
Can you make him want to sing?
No, you can only take from him
And there's nothing he can do
I've got the driving me to drink and eat
a waltzing matilda with me.
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong,
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