Lyrics:
high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get good
leavin'
'Cause I've left that man so many times before
By the time I make Albuquerque he'll be workin'
He'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call
Let me tell ya what I'm talkin' about, ya see, 'cause...
I don't want no gold watch for workin' fifty years from nine till five
Awhile the boss is
that new man
He ain't workin' out
He ain't workin' out
He ain't workin' out
I guess that new man he ain't workin' out
He ain't workin' out
He ain't
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said, 'No, would you come home to me?'
And I said, 'Hey, ramblin' boy, now
toy
Side by side, souls of kind, different world
Hearts of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War
Oh, place your bets boys, get up, get in time
Burn
Just another brain on the campus
Just another man in the field
Just another tall pile of papers
Making it crowded in here
Someone else's workin
tried workin and schoolin but there just not my plan, oh no
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man
Well I could be pickin bluegrass or singin
back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
Im a stylelist of a star cause I style myself
And im dancin with the stars,dancin by myself
I was lost so I had to go an find myself
You can take
Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill
He never worked, and he never will,
And it's ride, ride, ride.
Railroad Bill's a mighty mean man
Shot
He's a hard workin' easy goin' country boy
He wouldn't harm a fly
Nadine down at the hair salon
Promised she would be his bride
He took it real
that white tee, I be workin'
Headfirst on the block, B, I be workin'
Yeah, the priceless chain, baguettes cheap, I be workin'
Man, I got them things
Instead of just wishin'
Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately
And you weren't home either!
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie,
Every morning by da break of day
Pick and shovel in my hand
Prove to the worlds I's a natural man
Don't not to hurt me but my back and spine
Don't
I was dealin' up and down the highway
Till they caught me with a heavy load
They sentenced me to hard labor
Workin' on the side of the road
Now I
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
by the day
Ain't much pay for a man
Chorus:
Haulin' coal down the down river
And he won't be comin' home for a long time
Torches burning by
Man Kojak
he gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said "Don't go by the gamblin'
and potatoes
Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Plato's
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls
I put my bets on you 'cause nothin's by chance
I started off in my apartment
Me abd T-dot in the kitchen
I was workin' on the beats and he was
a workin' man
And like my brother above me who took a rebel stand
He was just eighteen, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
And I swear
mom stayed workin' late, she taught me how to be great
My superhero's a woman, you know she served for this country
Sent her back to the Hoovers, left
on the sidewalk
By a cafe club I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston, She said no
But you come home to me
And she said
Hey ramblin' boy now you
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