Lyrics:
on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
There's a river running sweat right through our land, through our land,
Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand, in his hand
And I've taken just
'm gracefully aging
Without masonry I made more paper to play with
No rap in my playlist, sold dimes on my day shift (king)
So, can I breathe? Can I walk? Can
everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round
By Bill Chadwick and John Chadwick
The king of Zor, he called for war
And the king of Zam, he answered.
They fashioned their weapons one upon one
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-rated
Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more
Johnny said
I walk the streets of London
And notice in the faces passing by
Something that makes me stop and listen
My heart grows heavy with the cry
Where is
care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That they'll be
who care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
[Chorus:]
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share
Fat man sitting on a little stool
Takes the money from my hand while his eyes take a walk all over you
Hands me the ticket, smiles and whispers
when I am down and out
In my time of trials will you stand by me
Would you go away to another land walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
who care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That
who care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That
your
Hands across your lap
Get ready, listen to me
The brother got the rap
I want the band, the band
To take me to the bridge
Take me
to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do
That asked for your hand, and still the same plan
Another brother falls by the wayside
Another brother falls by the play side
I knew ever since I was
brothers walk hand in hand
Tell me why, oh why, oh why cant my dream come true
There must be peace and understanding sometime
Strong winds of promise
feel like I'm gonna be
Touched by the wings of an angel
Touched by the wings of an angel
Gabriel lay your hands on me
And now the voice of reason
and turn my head away
I'm not stranger in the hands of the Maker
Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
on the line
You probably don't know but I'm gonna make you mine
Jolene
Jolene
Baby I am the king and you is the queen
I keep my hands in my pocket
I
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