Lyrics:
Radio Shack
You suckers try to front like you've got the force
But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first course
Don't even get me started on that
til my ears started to ring
I followed a trail to through the hollow
To a shack back in the woods
Its my eighteenth birthday
Honey come out
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city
It was a one room shack that slept ten
don't you, don't you, don't you
Don't mess with crack or the baking soda
Whether in the high-rise where you live like Roda
Or in the shack and you live
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
We dam the streams, we raid the shacks,
And hide in boxcars on the tracks.
We know these quarries in our sleep
And where they're cold and where
Santa had a cup of coffee and he ate a little snack
Through his pack right over his back
Open the windows of his little shack
And Shouted Oh
They say a man's home is his castle
He's like a king on a throne
(Gene)
It may be a shack down alongside of track
But everything in it's his own
the life O?Riley in the beat down shack
When I hear a whistle I can peep through the crack
Watch the train rollin? when it?s ballin? the jack
Love to hear
Leave town and get on out now
Living with each other only for the sake of it
Living in a shack they said was `handy'
Your good looks blew you out
the shack
Picking cotton for a living keep 'em on the right track
Visiting the nieghbours trying to spread the good news
Singing gospel music with
the stones I'd throw
I recall a vacant old shack
Down by the edge of the tobaccer patch
A child's reflection in a dirty window
Shatter my image with
Come all you good people and lend me your ear
I got a sad story that you oughta hear
The wind it was howlin' 'round Sam Older's shack
The night
steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
Back to back chicken shack. Son of a gun, better
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep
On a rainy windy morning, on the day that I was born
In that old sharecropping, one room country shack
They said my mammie left me the day before
on the same tree, in
The splinters of the thunder bolt.
In a broken shack an old man takes his time about dyin'
And just at the back a wild flowerbed that
to make, want to make
Love to you
In the afternoon, in the afternoon
The wind is howling baby outside the shack
Train whistle blowin' from across
I just blew in from the windy city
The windy city is mighty pretty
But they ain't got what we got, no sirree
They've got shacks up to seven
I'm riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack
We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack
We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
And her buckskin
and the tumble down shack
And never leave her all I do is love her
Well I guess to that I'll be content
Just to drivin' this track and sendin' home the rent
I was born in a bunk
Mother died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a dusty shack
And all I
shack
It's all of what you make of what you've found
Son you're gonna find out when you're older
There's always been the hand of God restin' right there
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