Lyrics:
help it, I'm in love
A day without you is like a year without rain
I need you by my side
Don't know how I'll survive
A day without you is like a year
a place to call my own
'Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
Till my body and my brain
Tell
(Okay) So being that that's the case (By my side)
Let me tell you about (By my side)
That place, heh, take you by my side (By my side)
The way I
place to go to hear a sound
Drive-in crowd know each and every one by their first name
And they'll talk about me wonder if I've changed
Movin' all
to himself and he cussed
He left Sacramento early that mornin'
With a sackful of mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
By
Dionne Jackson ]
Are you looking for that place to go
Where the true players kick game for sho'
All you need to do is let us lead the way
[ Dolla
the sun
You queen of rain
Time went by as I wrote your name in the sky
Fly fly away, bye bye
It's time to place your bets in life
I've played the loser's
and be gayo
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibaud, Fontaine aux, the place is buzzing
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Can't find a damn thing in this place
Nothing's where I left it before
Set of keys and a dusty suitcase
Car
And as hard as a stone
Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone
You're a natural killer
In a bad place alone
They call me Smoky Joe
And I'm as thin
Perfect hair for convertible wind
In his big white Olds with the double fins
Any place he goes everywhere he's been
There's a stranger who calls him
fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
just on up the road."
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
And said: "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe."
When Joe and his rig roared
Now lightning strikes in old
New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was pulling into Baker on a New
Now lightning strikes in old New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
dry, can't cry no tears
Now I'mma ride for my dawg, you know
In a foreign place on the call, you know
Around like a foreigner
Golden State Warrior
fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodeaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
girl was the cause of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was
I've lost my way
My heart's stuck in second place, ooh
Without you
Well I never thought I'd be lying here without you by my side
It seems unreal
have big fun on the bayou
People go on Fountaineaux the place is buzzin'
People come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style the dog on wild, me
and be gayo
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
the lah sink in
On the way to home BASE,
first clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place
We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin new
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