When last night I came around I began to feel that sound It was playing clear and bright Lighting up the city night I put all my thoughts aside Held
What can you do When a friend is down What can you do You see he wants to shout But he can't find the will Just to smile, to the sun in the sky What
I know that I shouldn't but I want you so bad I know it couldn't be but I want what we had I know our love is gone And I can't bring it back Still I
MY BODY'S AT HOME (BUT MY HEART'S ON THE ROAD) (Bill Anderson) « © '67 Moss Rose Publications » RECORDED BY DAVE DUDLEY I'm sittin' back
I'm sittin' back easy in my easy chair watchin' the morning dawnin' fair My wife's cookin' breakfast and my little girl Is looking at her daddy like he
You packed your books last night You break with the past tonight I hope you find some beach house on the coast Out there with plenty of light 'Cause
turned aroused (yeah) The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo) Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men
funny talkin' cats, tryin' to do a nigga foul It's goin' down nigga round up the team I'm'll head over here just to map out the scene Ship them things in route
I'm livin' Show them *** how you winnin' It's the beginnin' with the pearls you're given The world soft like linen and sweet like cinnamon But everyday like 50 say, it's 'Many Men
in the cupboard Everything of mine must show signs of the suffer And keep you oppressed in the utter struggle But keep it all fresh like Tupper One of the tougher gingerbread men
not just any Benz Floss for the members of the gang with 28 While haters wish death 'pon me, that's many men Yeah, and if you slaim you on your paper route
Children growing, women producing Men go work, and some go stealing Everyone's got to make a living L O X yeah, JLo Yea, yea, yo, yo We off the blocks
lungs Raisin the guns, knowin; My day'll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, chips in the field of fortune Dead men
you can get it on, I bet that you retire I'm from the city of Gators, YDI Cold men, he own guns, this is not A Country for Old Men Boat Guns, sweat socks
get with the pro-black Program that's designed to educe thought Rhymes ya bought keep Panthers taught Punks stay put skinheads are flatfoot Keys are played as I stay on route
Round of applause then avalanche a clappin' (Plow) That's what happen, now what's your reaction? We heavyweight traction, pro-pornographin' Specialize in science and math and original black men