Lyrics:
sat in a game at The Miner's Saloon
Soon I had doubled my stake
The cards run like they'd been dealt by lady luck
They were just sealin' my fate
That chick Julie, she's truly dazzling...
Yep, but she's not one of ours. [1]
She's cool. He's hot.
She's from the valley. He's not.
Mess with
nah gon' suffer in vain
Don't call me by my government name
My girl, she badder than Rambo, a rider
Wan-Bissaka, the Lambo a spider
Michael Phelps,
the clouds roll by
Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye
Meets the eye...
The earlier version by the Hart Valley Drifters is:
I am a roving gambler
I've gambled all around
Wherever I meet with a deck of cards
I lay my money down
Lay
a raging bull
Anointed by the blood, I take the reins
Cut from the cloth of a flag that bears the name of "Battle Born"
They'll call me the contender
rise woken
Bolivian soldier
Sun rise woken
on me
More than we smokin
Bolivian soldier
You are broken
Give em hell Rambo -livian
It's the shoe shine
And though I never married
As a young man I might have come close
From somewhere back east
She came to the valley
With a man who did her no good
He was
I'm here by my window
I am waiting for your parade
I will salute you
From above the crowd
As you make your way
You won the battle baby
You've
valley or hill
There's where the wild eagle
Knows it's own freedom
And fishermen's boats make their
Way by Dingle Bay
The sound of the bees
There
restless niggas might snatch ya necklace
And next these niggas might jack ya Lexus
Somebody tell these niggas who Kanye West is
I walk through the valley
more
Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally
Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize it sadly
Black soul bold enough, inner city
say that we're one but we're broken up
By anything that can divide
Our color of skin, the clothes we're in
That valley's deep and wide
We overlook
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
"Evidence Of God"
(Words and Music by Geoff Moore and Roscoe Meek)
Every mountain, every valley, the evidence of God.
Verse One
I believe that
you know I walk
Through the valley of these streets
I shall not fear these streets
Because I run these streets
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Happy to be escaping poverty, however brief
I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
For dips, four precipitation we stack chips, hardly
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
Yeah you know I walk
Through the valley of these streets
I shall not fear these streets
Because I run these streets
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
you know I walk
Through the valley of these streets
I shall not fear these streets
Because I run these streets
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
coming
Say your prayer once more
You're part of the hangman's body count
Hear his boots and see the figure passing by
Echoes of him have been heard
a-ringing the bell
At the well below the valley o
You'll be seven more a-portin' in Hell
At the well below the valley o
I'll be seven years a-ringing the bell
Years go by, years fly
Like a mockingbird
I barely remember your face
Echo in my head
Valleys and mountains
They all call your name
Desert seems
(Lalalalalala)
Ingénue, what have we done to you?
Under that soft skin
I hear a ticking
The currency of being twenty-three
It turns from gold to dust
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