Lyrics:
With the knowledge of things that I know now
I would be by your side when you needed me
Instead of asking you, "Nan can I go out?"
Standing on road
I ain't goin' down that big road by myself
I ain't goin' down that big road by myself
If I can't carry my baby, gon' carry somebody else
Sun
Ju Ju man
Doc says you're fine, or dying
Please
Nine-oh-nine, St. John Divine on the line, my pulse is fine
But I'm running down the road like
Ju Ju man
Doc says you're fine, or dying
Please
Nine-oh-nine, St. John Divine on the line, my pulse is fine
But I'm running down the road like
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard!
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked
By forgotten words and boons
And the ink stains
That have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
Just a young man
By an old road
By the route he chose
An ancient song
In an old tongue
For this man was sung
Oh I'm carrying a heavy load
Can't go
moving through the night
Your spirit filled with light
I need, need you by my side
Your love and I'm alive
I can feel the blood shiver in my bones
Just a young man
By an old road
By the route he chose
An ancient song
In an old tongue
For this man was sung
Oh I'm carrying a heavy load
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in
It's been so long out on the road
Weeks and months gone by
You lost some weight and you shed your load
Your well is running dry
I got an itch you
the wire
They say that the road
Ain't no place to start a family
Right down the line
It's been you and me
And lovin' a music man
Ain't always what
Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
Life filled to the brim
As I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads
I
So many windows
So many walls
Double lock-doors
Down carpeted halls
Somebody's crying
Somebody calls
Do you know who's
Livin' next door?
Here
Well I ain't goin' down that big long lonesome road
Pretty baby don't you hear me talkin'
No I ain't goin' down that big road by myself
If I can't
flowed
I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road
With your subpoena
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
me up three hundred feet tall just to tear me down
So I'm leavin' with nothing but laughter, and this town
Arcadia
Findin' my way to ya
I'm leavin'
hair hang down
And she makes me glad that I'm a man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile, Lord, don't she make
weapon
We was king 'til the D's crept in
And now I'm missin' 'em
Ooh, I'm missin' you
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, I'm missin' you
always out on the road
She don't got time for a whole
Little bit of time that we have
We used to purchase a half
There don't be no time to smoke
I'm
I'm
I'm going by the back door
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Finding my way
You've done me no right
But you've done me some wrong
Left me lonely each
leave
My sleepin' bag behind your couch
(Be right there) Yes, it does
(Yes, I'll be right there)
It's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words
car
When I’m inside, I feels like a star
I was behind the wheel of my automobile
Givin' grease a ride
I was changing to high when
The cop passed me by
going down the highway
I guess it was around 3:30 in the morning
He could hardly see the road with tears in his eyes
He could barely see the sign that
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