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of love.
You've got to laugh a little, cry a little,
Until the clouds roll by a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
As long
A story bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear cause he played what
her, she wants to marry me
Money's kinda tight, but love don't care
Me and this truck been everywhere
Just need a little spot on the back page
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
prove them wrong
All my life I heard that same old story
Dare to dream and you'll just be sorry
I might have given up my shot at glory
But then you
Mother rose Every little morn'
To tend to me There she stood
Waiting by the door Selflessly
Took my hand Took it with a smile tenderly
Mother
I was visited by the power and the glory
I was visited by a majestic hymn
Great bolts of lightning
Lighting up the sky
Electricity flowing
that city
And little playing by the tree of life
No pain, no disappointments there will hurt us
And Jesus Christ Himself, will be the light
That
What are you lookin' at back there?
Some of y'all never been down south too much
I'm gonna tell you a little story
So's you'll understand what
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
Tell you a little story and it won't take long
'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn
The reason why I never could tell
For that young man
If some of ya'll never been down south too much
Some y'all never been down s-
I'm gonna tell you a little story so's you'll understand what I'm
stories of
Glory days yeah they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Yeah, they'll pass you by
Glory
a little, cry a little
? the clouds roll by a little
That's the story of, that's the glory of love
As long as there's the two of us
We've got the world
words and music by Pete Seeger
My grandma she can make a soup
With a little a this n that
She can feed the whole sloop group
With a little a this n
I went into his prison cell
To write his story, if he'd tell
He spoke as tears, fell from his eyes
And he told me when, and how and why
And he
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
featuring Run D.M.C.
(intro)
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
8 million stories (x4)
(verse one Kurtis blow)
a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life.
And the more that
I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
It's the Hard Knock Life Tour, sellout
Picture us in the mall, coppin' Iceberg then yell out, "Jigga"
Yeah,
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
drunk
The silent question
Fear and distrust
The cynical wall
We've built around
And little by little
We go away
And the all stories
Will fade away
I went into his prison cell
To write his story, if he'd tell
He spoke as tears, fell from his eyes
And he told me when, and how and why
And he
Can I buy you a drink you look lonely well so I might and it might help us both
I can tell by that lost look in your eyes just like me you lost
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