Lyrics:
sister
Crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch for the party to go
Oh but you know she'll get by
'Cause she's living in the love
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
I'm picking up my baby tonight
Though her daddy's making trouble
It will be alright
I'm working hard, I don't know why
I'm like a working class
I'm picking up my baby tonight
Though her daddy's making trouble
It will be alright
I'm working hard, I don't know why
I'm like a working class
I found him by the railroad track this morning
I could see that he was nearly dead
I knelt down beside him and I listened
Just to hear the words
I found him by the railroad track this morning
I could see that he was nearly dead
I knelt down beside him and I listened
Just to hear the words
I found him by the railroad track this morning
I could see that he was nearly dead
I knelt down beside him and I listened
Just to hear the words
wings and take to the sky
But until that morning there is nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mommy standing by
They are standing by, I know,
clothes and just bare feet
We got to help him if we can
You see his momma, she's all alone
Can't get by cause her daddy's gone
We got to help her if
little sister
Crying because she doesn't have
A dress without a patch
For the party to go
But you know she'll get by
'Cause she's living in
nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standin' by
I want out
I want a mutually assured
destructive life seizing separate culture
To take me over
Moving silent like radar
Take me over and blow
onions in the kitchen
Sunday morning my best shirt
Crock-pot's on for dinner after church
Dad was baptized by Lynchburg
Mama'd always beg him to come
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
He can play piano any way that you like it
But the way
Framed autopraphs.
Her wall is filled with pictures,
She gets them one by one.
Becomes so excited,
Oh watch her at the run boy.
Oh mommy mommy,
There's a nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by.
the hand
Pretty mama come and dance with your daddy all night long
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
By
Another day in the life of a stranger
Surrounded by four walls that can't be seen
He knows this dude that lives uptown and he delivers
He often
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
There's a nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by
a nothin' can harm you
With daddy an' mammy standing by.
his gun sideways, then he throws it by
the wayside
Lil culture's a dangerous man
Lil culture's got snakes engraved in his hand
When Lil culture invented
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock and roll
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock and roll
But when evening rolls around
the family circle at the throne
Though the circle won't be broken
By and by, Lord, by and by
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me and little brother would
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