Lyrics:
Pack me a smoke and sippin' on bourbon Just down the road, I'm by myself hurtin
And would you be there? Would you be there? And I think in this
your things and go
Run down the road, don't take it slow
Pack up your things today and run away
Yeah, run away
You say it's useless crying
Never
Lazy Lazy Elsie Molly
A put the pack back on your back
Lazy Lazy Elsie Molly
Carry it on down to the railroad track
There's a girl down by
that mess or try to even protest
That it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine
Won't you pack the pipe and keep it moving down the line
I took a house by the water
Took a man on a mountainside
Pretty house by the water
Lovely lover by the waterside
Last time I saw that man
He
in the street, walking by her side
Talking by her side, have pity
Eliza, do you like it uptown? It's quiet uptown
(He is trying to do
the trees
Down there on bended knee
And I see the light
But I know I must be dreaming
Feel the soul, quiet emotion
Sail on by, helpless devotion
If
A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His
Just take a look before you run off and hide
At your victim
Arise
Clouds on you shoulder
Aren't they grazed by the afterglow
How quiet they gather
long, long gone (woo-yeah)
And he's long, long, long gone
Yeah, lost John came into the country woman's house
Sat down there as quiet, just as quiet
Oh quiet down, I've had enough
I guess it's now or never
I've been around, I've settled up
I'll bolt soon or later
I took a photograph of me
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town
Makes a note of what's a float
And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat
In the time
Bring back that child she said spare me the price of freedom
Cold is my baby's head blown by the wind of reason
Even the rage behind cries out
Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong
You're enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
turned around and smiled at me
You get the picture
(Yes, we see)
That's when I fell for the leader of the pack
My folks were always putting him down
You can pack up your bags and go looking,
For all things that need to be done,
Or you can spend all your life not thinking,
Never ending what you
drunk and shut you down
It won't be by your own volition
If you step foot outside this town
But it's all we've had
For always
So pack up your
I can tell by the look that's in your eyes
And I'm not surprised
You got to move on like the sun got to rise
I'm just holdin' you down
But
the line, goin' down the line.
Beat it on down the line.
Yes and I'll be waiting at the station, Lord, when that train
Pulls on by,
I'm a'goin' back
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
Clear light on a slick palm
As I misdeal the day
Slip the night from a shaved pack
Make a marked card play
Call twilight hours down
From
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town
Makes a note of what's a float
And spinning 'round, he'll cut your throat
In
a computer inside instead of him
Only one road sign
Telling cars to slow down
And a long drop in the ocean
Beware of the rip tide
Broken glass and train
pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (Beat it)
Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk
If a nigga try to rob fuck it hit em with the hawk (Boom)
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