Lyrics:
Hey baby won't you take my hand
And make me a happy man
I ain't rich but I found my fortune in you
Two jobs on the nighttime shift
I'm still left
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
I went
Saturday in the town, as we buried T.J Brown
Good man, spent his life on the K Roll ferry line
He was just a man, nothing grand, just a man
But I
home but me
Ah, yes
Bring it on down to my house, honey, ain't nobody home but me
Bring it on down to my house, honey, I need your company
Say old man
one by one
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
And I'm yo' son of a gun
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born
She said
and disappeared in the hills of old Juarez
A bullet in my back, a bullet in my leg
Bullets flying by my ears they taught me how to pray
I prayed I'd reach
shelf
I got peaches in my panty, baking upon my shelf
Well I'm so damn tired, I've been by myself
Well I had a good woman but unkindness drove her away
missed my good old Dad
My but I'm glad to see you
Come and see us, Poppa, when you can
There'll always be a place for my old man
Just drop by when it's
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
to the warning," the seer, he said
For those who hear and mark my words
Listen to the good plan
Ah-ah-ah-ah
And two by two, my human zoo
They'll be
Running
the railroad track
Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh
na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na"
Like my father before me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel
Old man down
Way down, down, down by the docks of the city
Blind and dirty
Asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee
I got no dime but I
honey really ain't my kind of scene
I like some good times, cheap wine, back beat rock and roll
I'm like fine wine, sunshine, baby I never get old
the heart comes through real loud
Gene Autry don't sing no more good old Tex Ritter's gone
And somewhere downtown Nashville a young man just got off the bus
Miss you most of all
When all those autumn leaves start to fall
Drifting by my window
They come up over the wall
Why does a good thing have to do
a place for my old man
Just drop by when it's convenient to
Be sure and call before you do
So long, Dad
was held by these two hands
He must be leaving hell to live
With a ghost of another man
My name is in the side wall
Outside our bedroom door
He can't
[Snoop Dogg]
Brothers is wack by popular demand
Chasing fame and girls living they life on cruise control
But tell me, what do it profit a man
Oney standin' over me ...
Today when that old whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire ...
The superintendent just dropped by
with me
I got an old car we drove to the edge of town
We stopped by old man Millers' farm
Just to watch the world spin around
And she moves
Hey there, here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me
I forgot some good old lovin'
And I
back 'n' forth, that's my only destination
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
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