Lyrics:
Well I'm going away to live
Won't be back no more
Going back down south, child
Lord don't you worry ma
Woman I'm trouble
Trouble and all
I know that death may call
You see his brother's here with me
Right inside these walls
And I don't even know his face
But I'm sure that he knows
to the whippin' post
Oh sometimes, oh oh sometimes
Lord some times,
Lord don't you know that I feel
Oh like, like I'm dyin'
So I packed my things into a shopping bag and decided to quit
But Lord know that I don't wanna be lonely tonight
I don't wanna be lonely tonight
I
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
to me, yeah! Yeah
Lord knows how I get from the heartaches
Lord that leadeth me, yeah
And now I'm by the still water
You've got to cry to me, yeah
forgive me, I be puttin' in work
Lord forgive me, I was doin' that dirt
Lord forgive me, I put a hole in his shirt
Lord forgive me, he was on the wrong
yourself
You must have done somet'in'
Somet'in' somet'in' somet'in'
Somet'in' ya don't want nobody to know about
Ya must have, Lord somet'in' wrong
if it's free, lord knows I'll sit thru anything,
so I stopped an' listened when the man began to sing . . .
. . . he said:
Make love to live
Yeah, I don't know why I got those type of blues tonight, but uh
Something, it's alright, something told me tonight to uh
Get it like I was gettin'
Let the time go by,
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live
People stop and stare
They don?t bother me,
For there?s no where
Lord I come to You
Let my heart be changed, renewed
Flowing from the grace
That I've found in You
Lord I've come to know
The weaknesses I see in
the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by
else when you're hungry
And don’t try to teach when you don’t understand
No one will follow you if you don’t live it each day through
And a frightened
I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
fall
If I don't come back by then
Lord, I won't be back at all
Well, that mean old dirty Frisco
And that low down Santa Fe
Mean old Frisco
Need a little bit more
Of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon
When it's my turn to march up
I keep from singing Your praise
How can I ever say enough
How amazing is Your love
How can I keep from shouting Your name
I know I am loved by
to live and die in Dixie
Cause Dixieland, that's where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morning
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Glory,
Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid
She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid"
Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark
I
single day it's getting harder to give
But God would be up for being down with a ho
Lord knows that I got fuckin' mic control
Do you got the mic
And every single day it's getting harder to give,
But God would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that I got fuckin' mic control.
Do you got
I have finally found a way to live
Just like I never could before
I know that I don't have much to give,
But I can open any door
Everybody
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