Lyrics:
I tried to get high, but you wanted me low
Good things are happening, but happening slow
It's some kind of mystery from long ago
I finally know
He was the kind of man that would gamble on luck
Look you in the eye and never back up
But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup
Because
And the sunlight
Flooding into the room
He smelt tire
He laid back listening to a fly
He saw washing hanging
In the sun
He caught a fleeting
Glimpse
To the bom bom diggy-zizzy need the tricky i said i really xxx don't forget the cab. A piece a my piece my soul control the beast, get arrest off my
beneath the tree
A dolly smiling back at me
But the thing I want the most
Then she whispered in his ear soft and low
She said
Christmas morning rolled
Now day by day
Well that's the magical kind cause its flowing all the time
There's delays on the planes out of Eastern Montana
Where you told me you were leaving from
You've been stabbed in the back and the rest of your
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years.
A hundred thousand years.
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet
Billy's back workin his job by day
Sleep'n nights it ain't so bad
Never liked stealin anyway
Kinda gives a guy the willies
Boney and Ma got a new cafe
(ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Gabriella (ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la)
You were nervous and shy
As we laid down by the fire
And I tried not to fall
earrings
Benjamins blastin, doin my thing
That's when I seen her, her name was Keisha
Ass-wide figure, just had to meet her
I said, "How you doin? My name
floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar like a church
With the door ajar
Well, I guess we've must be looking
For a different kind
But we can't
forgiveness
And I pray for open arms, and be with me lord
'cause I'm comin' home, like a modern day prodigal son
I had all of my things packed by early
the weapon back
I said what's done is done
All I ask is just be kind to Jenny and my son
laid it on me
If you waste your time a talking
To the people who don't listen
To the things that you are saying
Who do you thinks gonna hear?
I stay spittin' the real
Because the real ones relate
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
Four car garage for
She didn't see me see her cryin'
As she sat there by the window
A southbound Greyhound leavin' town
The hardest thing I've ever done
Was to walk
floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar like a church
With the door ajar
Well, I guess we've must be looking
For a different kind
But we can't
a mule, many years ago
And my master treat me cruel, many years ago
By by was sick, so I moved to a kick,
So I took out a stick , laid it back across my
would never, never say it again
That our love, our love is at its end
And oh, you know that I would kind of ease on back, yes I would
And let
times
Me and yo' daughter, got a special thing going on
(We got a special kind of thing going on)
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
back around there
And things have changed
The flag was hangin' halfway up the flagpole
And everybody was cryin' and standin' 'round sad
And I walked
times
Me and yo' daughter, got a special thing going on
(We got a special kind of thing going on)
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
The ins and outs of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, hmm, old man Wrigley has died
Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back
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