Lyrics:
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
that line
Cause I’ma put the man in the
Sand huh! Cross that man
Cause I’ma put the man in the
Sand huh! Cross that man
Cause I’ma put the gun in his
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
Get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't
Chorus: if a man's life is shaped by his thoughts, I want to be captive to your love, Jesus you are king of love, nothing compares to eternal love,
of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said
suggest you pout
I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home,
Man to man talks with Kenny, send me to a zone
Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown
Competition gets blown like speakers
when I cross
livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year
left home
Seems like I've always been in prison
Like I've always been alone
Didn't mean to hurt nobody
Never thought I'd cross that line
I held up
of grass, young man lookin' in the shadows
That pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass for dignity
CHORUS #1:
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
on the bone
Grown to size by the poems
Coax the passions from the stone,
The chemistry of common life
Iron antlers fill the sky,
Metal organs fertilize,
thang a poor boy can
Don't make my dollars by tellin' lies
You cross my line you better step aside
Sometimes I get an attitude
That's a half mile wide
to stop what I'm doing
just to turn around and watch them walk by
At the very next opportunity
I'm gonna give a younger man a try
Because younger men
harmony
In ecstasy
In agony
The ants go marching
One by one under ground
You could probably catch its tail
If you tuned that tiger around
So soft spoken
I left home
Seems like I've always been in prison
Like I've always been alone
Didn't mean to hurt nobody
Never thought I'd cross that line
I
If beauty is an ecstasy and anger keeps you poor
A hungry man is never free, a rich man never cured
Things were never what they used to be
Now
SOUL WORN BOOTS
“POOR HOUSE”
LYRICS & VOCAL MELODY WRITTEN BY KEITH T. DENEHY-MUSIC WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPHER SHLUNTZ
(INTRO VOCAL)
(DRIVE A MAN CRAZY,
is on the floor
Poor deadly man
Will die by crucifixion
He imagined himself
As the lepers from his past
That young beggar
Who believed he could fly
Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community's gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi)
I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now
say the rich have the cure
The rich say the poor are the source
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war
Invented by the press, just to have
He been done in by a slippery snake
a man and a woman get to live a while and then they die
It's been that way since the git go
It's been that way
stand living through this Stand
I'm no Stephen King
I am the poor man's Christopher Carrabba But you're by my side right now
You're by my side for now
Out among the aging pines
Way out far beyond the city lines
Lives a man by the name of Dale Jergensen
And he's a legend in his time
He put on quite
got high hopes but a poor track record
me thinks I’m done with her for good
put down more than I can afford
cross my fingers and knock on wood
I’m
.jpg/300px-Christopher_Cross_in_beaumont_ca_(2637703689).jpg "Christopher Cross")
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