Lyrics:
See them walking hand in hand
Across the bridge at midnight
Heads turning as the lights flashing out
Are so bright
And walk right out to the four
winter
There ain't too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there
Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run
the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
Twenty four is my age and twenty two is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, and going up
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep
'till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Hmmmmmmmmh
You'll be older, too
Down. Fall by the wayside no getting out.
Down. Cry me a river dried up and dammed.
The names can be changed but the place is still the same.
I am
sitting by the sea
With her forty-four all around her
And her banjo on her knee
Phone her, can I? Everstanding
Just to see those two blue eyes
Witch
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 worn out
yeah
Last night, I saw my world explode, yeah
Last night, I saw my world explode, yeah
Last night, I saw my world explode
Well, I'm looking out
and the wonderful ways that we were able to understand each other
And find out about each other
We got to know each other little by little living very close in
to burst just like you were a bubble
Frame me up on your walls, to keep me out of trouble
Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation
Truly free,
getting dimmer, I can't see
Doctor thanks for seeing me today, I'm glad,
I've got every sickness there is to be had
I had whooping cough last month
me through a hurricane
You'd brace my two by fours
You'd look out for the rainbow
And I'd pray for another storm
So, baby, get that hammer
Raise
yeah
Last night, I saw my world explode, yeah
Last night, I saw my world explode, yeah
Last night, I saw my world explode
Well, I'm looking out
My sadness it is growing
I`m sure it`s started showing
This feeling`s getting stronger
I can`t hold back out much longer
It`s swelling deep
the good old days
These are the good old days
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years from now
I hope I'm still getting down
Hope I'm still around
But 6, 7, 8, 10 beers
labor
You calling me out across the street
Like I'm your neighbor, watch your behavior
Your mom's favorite flavor
I pray to Jesus cause he is my savior
I'm in this fight and I'm swinging and my arms are getting tired
I'm trying to beat this emptiness, but I'm running out of time
I'm sinking in
I've been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday
And Friday to Friday
Not getting enough retribution
Or decent incentives to keep me at it
I'm
then a average nigga to check me
I'm a rider till the wheels go balling they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt
That if
I'm out on the razz yeah givin it some floss
flashin my dosh at the bar getting drunk on foreign squash
(that at a loss?)
[something something]
i'm
Bartender, keep it open, I'm just getting started
Come Monday morning, I just might be overdrawn
But it's Friday night, so, I'm goin', goin' gone
Ain't
you
Well, where I'm from, we like to ride on fours
Do it from the shoulders, or do it from the toes
I do my dirt all by my lonely
C-Murder
It's been so long out on the road
Weeks and months gone by
You lost some weight and you shed your load
Your well is running dry
I got an itch you
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