Lyrics:
of the seven seals
God walked down in the cool of the day
Called Adam by his name
And he refused to answer
Cause he was naked and ashamed
Tell me who's that
When the rodeo was over, we're all go to the room.
We're drink some beer relax awhile and sing some cowboy tunes.
That old guitar we passed around,
the suburbs to the hood
May you judge us by our hearts and not by our mistakes
And see that we get our breakthrough, however long that it takes
May you fill
the tune that I sang to the moon, and it seemed to make it smile
And I rode away at the close of day and stayed so long in a while
But I long to be where
On this old rock pile with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an aching heart
{Martin sample}
What's in your backpack today?
Will it take my blues away?
That's OK, "you gotta run"
Huh, check it, I don't need you to have some fun
in equality
Believed it’s wrong to judge another
By the color of their skin –
That good man’s name was John Howard Griffin
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we
alright to be a redneck
It's alright to have a girl
Name a Thelma Lou
That don't mind a little kiss
When you got a little chew
Party on the road
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
Words and music by John Kay
I fried in the sun just outside San Bernadino
Flagged me a ride in a rattletrap ford
Rollin' back east to the northern
scream
She's bound to go where there
Ain't no snow a-fallin' one more ride
I will miss the gloom of the pale white moon
That seemed to know my name
to see me
I'll be waiting patiently here
And if you believe that then I fear
There's always some clown
Who's bringing me down
By humming a tragic refrain
the sun.
As I watch her sleeping.
Loves a promise thats worth keeping.
And holding it together. By holding on forever.
Girl that never ever ever let you go.
And leave a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist, it's
The cause of that, "Oh shit!"
The skits I kick, flows like catfish
And got many emcees
she jumped and pistol whipped him
Kicked him in the face
And John Selman demands revenge
For this disgrace
You could see every night by
Candlelight in
the suburbs to the hood
May you judge us by our hearts and not by our mistakes
And see that we get a breakthrough however long that it takes
May you fill
to a consumer. And all consumers know that when the producer names the tune?the consumer has got to dance. That's the way it is. We used to be a producer ? very
yah, wid di linen fit here
Don't be fooled by my glitter and my fame girl
Cause it's you that I really wanna share my name, yeah, my name
Yo, hey,
And leave a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist, it's
The cause of that "Oh shit!"
The skits I kick, flows like catfish
And got many emcees
the suburbs to the hood
May You judge us by our hearts
And not by our mistakes
And see that we get a breakthrough
However long that it takes
May You fill that
a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that
a little border town
She had to dance for money
In that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
Played that girl a tune, yeah
Never see it comin'
a big "Don John"
To pop a few woodies
And make the john last long
Ex, now you can serve that
Cause no doubt it's murder
Ya heard that
Hey (Hey
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