Lyrics:
Folks let you down if you let 'em, I got a few that I keep close
If I say it, I mean it ain't playing no jokes, it gets harder to try and stay
Dem Callin on the beat
AK
What's up, Wiggz?
I make shy folks mix
Turn around and hit the splits
Heard the sounds spit out my fist
Stirred aground,
won't give up nor give in
I laid off my weary chain
Listen folks, I'm back again
I met a girl in a little bar
She was standing over by the band
I took
Dong, the merry, oh sing it high and sing it low
Let them know the wicked old witch is dead
Why everyone's glad, she took such a crownin'?
Being hit by
Some folks live by a big blue ocean
Some folks live in the center of town
Some folks live without any notion
Me, I'm just tryin' to live your
been around,
And as they spoke you clearly saw their feet were on the ground!
Hello!
How are you?
How's the folks?
What's new?
I'm great!
That's
folks sat up that late
Just to hold those little grandkids
In their arms, in their arms
And I'm proud to say that I've been blessed
And touched by their
the light of day
Someone laughing, while someone is crying
And old folks are watching the close of the day
But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning
of the old S. P.
And of all you had, through good and bad
A half always belonged to me
You made me promise to you, Jack
If I lived and you cashed in
of the old S. P.
And of all you had, through good and bad
A half always belonged to me;
You made me promise to you, Jack
If I lived and you cashed in
I am a weary old folk tune, it's ofttimes you've heard me played
Like when orders came one afternoon that we were to march away
From Bantry Bay down
Sittin' by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin' down
Watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound
I was a boy
an old confederate statue out of the ground)
(And tossed it through what appears to be the window of Wells Fargo?)
(And folks... well now he has landed
Lots of folks back East, they say
Is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way
To the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll
sores, they want sores, that’s a no, fuck, no
Takin’ yours, takin’ yours off a old, old boat
By the shore, by the shore, it’s some bold, bold folk
Thawin’
People rejoiced instead of financing
Your preconceived notions were shattered
By these super old white people dancing
[The Lonely Island]
The Big Apple,
mad)
'Cause some folks don't want prayer in school!
(We'd need an ark to survive the drool
Of Micro-publicans, raised on hate,
And 'Jimbo-Jimbo'
some niggas trained to go
You know these boys don't play though (No)
Diamonds hittin' like them folks
I keep my neck on Teo (Teo, ayy)
See them niggas
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
folks I must leave them
I bid them all a fond farewell
I left my faithful pony grazing
In clover by the old corral.
I told my mother not to worry
I
a trader when into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the tons
Dooley slippin' up the holler...
I remember very well the day old Dooley
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton.
I remember, very well, the day old Dooley died. The woman folk looked sorry and the men sat around
in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked
"So, you're going to leave the old home, Jim
Today you're going away
So, you're going among the city folks to dwell"
So spoke a kind old mother
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