Lyrics:
I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by
still care about me
Go now, go now
Don't call me in the middle of the night...
You take it casually, and that's what's killing me
I'll get by just
The devil's inside of you
It might be contagious
It might change the plan
Get back in your tiny boxes
Even if you can't
We say you can
Join
that road, yea
When your caught up in between
Or just dyin' to be set free
(chorus)
South of Heaven
Always endin' up
No matter how I try
I'm
Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today's the day she's sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home
Now you're
expensive, attract women
You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild
Say I hurt your hear, ask how could I smile?
Wanna call back all my numbers, star 6-9
hopelessly weighed down by your eyes of steel
It's a world gone crazy
Keeps woman in chains
Trades her soul as skin and bones
Sells the only thing she
hopelessly weighed down by your eyes of steel
It's a world gone crazy
Keeps woman in chains
Trades her soul as skin and bones
Sells the only thing she owns
All Durham And Northumberland
Is Measured Up By My Own Hand
It Was My Fate From Birth
To Make My Mark Upon The Earth...
He Calls Me Charlie Mason
of yellow fever
In 1917, Uncle Sam called, I came
I’m a man, not your boy
You will call me by my name
I joined your segregated army
To make the world free
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long
heed the call of my untamed heart
The tinkle of the glasses the bartender's cry
Drink 'em up boys here's mud in your eyes
A pretty little gal takes
I hope you both feel the sparks by the end of the drive
I hope you know she's the one by the end of the night
I hope you never ever felt more free
And I know you must judge us but please
Please you must understand
We were led by the neverbeen people
To a neverworld land
Rattled every third bead
and countryside
We in England call it London Pride.
London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
London Pride means our own
your mouth is open wide
You try to call me up
Whenever you're alone
And I'm not the only one
No I'm not the only one
You always get what you give
to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say
blinded by the light
Turn your back on love
No, no
You're dying to prove
That you are never wrong
You're so right, you'd rather be sad
But
I'm a prisoner here
By your design
And the key to the door
Oh I can't find
Closin' in here, baby
Are these four walls
Not even a dime
think you bad now? I'll kick your ass
Come here, good God
Mmm
Lord yes
Somebody call up the colonel, I hear some chicken scratchin'
Pow!
If you
spin it 'round (spin it 'round)
You can ask Kembo if I been about
Free him out (free him out), I don't need to get the pictures out
I call my
your own company
The Technicolor worlds going by
But you're the lead in your own movie
Cos in the Liberty of Norton Folgate
Walking wild and free
In your
of Dope, and the story goes
Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves
In the City of Dope, where the color is gold
On your neck, and your fingers,
I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own
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