Lyrics:
life has rounded us out
It was too easy, for us both to go along
Trying not to rock the boat, with talk that could go wrong
So we'd walk the line, have
bucks, fill it up, sing along
Talking old school bar stool
Sitting there acting like a darn fool
Gotta get a little loose like you used to
When you
Lucy Rebar, she's a friend of mine
Later she'll go back and redefine the line
It's getting longer all the time
Oh yeah
Drinking sunshine, she
a three legged dog
In the land where time means nothing
You can often lose your mind
Now place your bets, or better yet
Just join a conga line fifteen Cuban
When you're young you got time
when you're old, you've built a life
in between you're just along for the ride nothing's in a straight line
like
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I
didn't I tell you?
The shortcut's the wrong way home
Wrong way home
If you're going up the northern line
It's a forty five degree steep re-incline
It's
This is your number
Please, Obey
I'll show you freedom
Please, Obey
One little, two little
Three little prisoners
Line'em up, line'em up
In a line
Bowl
No no no
You gotta be steady
Everybody get ready
And do the moves along with me
You take your right hand oh yeah
And then draw a straight line oh
as well sing along
Oh nanananaaaa
Her Riss clear iced up attitude pitiful
She cannot be mine she a dime but she been a fool
Gecha self in line girl you fine
to keep me in line
'Cause I'm moving on up that rail
Working overtime
In the evening you can hear the rhythm
Of the engine as it rolls along
And there's
Blowing up my line but I'll be relish for life
Killing all bad energy I shoot it up in rounds
Flex on everybody those who didn't want me around
Now I know
into the line)
'Cause it's so hard to right a wrong
(Don't fool yourself into the line)
It's so hard to get along
(Don't fool yourself into the line
I've been here so many different times
Round and round and round I go
Repeating all my lines
Working, making, losing money
All along the way
Meeting,
I keep on toeing the line when I find I'm near you
Slip sliding's just not my thing
But I know you wanna see it through
So many times that I've tried
But now it seems
Like I'm dragging
You to the finish line
To the finish line
Now that you've erased
Along with the love
You used to say
That we're
trading my time for treasure
Music carries over the crowd
My head along with it
Notes like drops of rain
Sing to me, 'cause I'm over the line
Of things
Good morning my darling sleepyhead good morning my darling I hope you are well
Your face is kind I'll stay with you till my face has lines Your face
Lines and lines of the spines, colored everyone
Down the aisles, along the titles
Where you run your eyes
Read a few lines, ah
Read the sign above
The only thing I really own is what you see me wearing on my back
The only friends I've ever known are the kind you meet along a railroad track
John Hardy was a desperate little man,
He carried two guns ev'ry day.
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line,
You oughta seen John Hardy
days right on into the night
The head of the line's going way out of sight.
Go West young man like your family said
All along the wagons
All along
to hide?
Why do I run back to it
Like I don't mind if it scares me tonight
Why am I a sucker for the lies?
Hung out like laundry on every line
Why do I come
message through
(Ahh-ahhhhhh)
You really shouldn't let me just
Walk all over you
Don't let me be
Your midnight caller
You'll be holding on the line
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