Lyrics:
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
Coming from far away troding the kings high way
Coming from far away from the east to the west weh me deh
Coming from far away troding from
movement
Va Va Wave
Rolling up that Potent
Ive been diving in the potion
Damn lil mama soaking
Yea she wet, she by the ocean
Off lean I'm
Minds and voices bent to sway
Wealth amassed in pyramids high
Common folk struggle day by day
Communism rose in the East
Painted Russia China red
without radio play
Maybe at night but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and I was far from whack
Then
getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
Watch the band play on
[Nelly]
I got them folks on the left, man they going like (Ho!)
I got them folks on the right,
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
I remember Sunday morning getting up when I was a kid,
Heading out towards east dipple, that’s where folks back then did,
We’d sing, all following
We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm hear to tell ya about the good news
Somethin' about the path that we
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm hear to tell ya about the good news
Somethin' about the path that we
and eagles
But I'm lost and feeble wondering if this restarts the needle
Look around, do you spot Tech
In front of seventy thousand at RockFest
By the way
""Way Back Home"" written by Jesse Crawford ©™® Sodacon Music (ASCAP) background vocals: Kim Crawford
Well life goes around and around
Noone knows
This is architect music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when
speak peace to my folks, between the West and East
I spread my arms wide open like Jesus the Christ
Sing my flows into music and they know it as NICE
I
nothin' but frown
Feelin' my belly and don't come around
Had to be pushin' that bope by the pound
Go with da folk that be pullin' a bitch
Not to popular
the feat of making
Even The Fugs music sound sweet
With the least musical folk-rock
Racket in history
Far from the West Coast hippy scene
New York
though
I'm almost ill as Camille for real
Ain't never runnin' from nothin'
I'm fit to tread mills
Name another movement makin'
Time stand still
Hiiipower
Far to the east of Canadian shores
An island rests shrouded in mist
Severed off from the rest of the world
Where she receives the cold Atlantic's
"The Red-Haired Girl from Hazard"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES
You were raised in the hills
I don’t see no one as a threat
I just wanna make music
But like a soft top Merc I can switch an’ get ruthless
They wanna watch my movements
Hand
Superstar, man I'm far from an average Joe, supernatural
Stepping out, looking like I'm in a fashion show
Came into this industry and now you're
As time goes by
Bring me to my lover's side
To her side
Silks and innocence
Magical things
Treasures far beyond her dreams
Sailed to the sunset
Steered
right.
Holding on to you as fast as I could do,
In the morning just like glue,
So hard to unbrace from you.
Your stuck here by me,
As far as I can see,
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