Roustabout
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Im just a roustabout
Shifted from town to town
No job can hold me down, Im just a knock-around guy
Theres a lot of space beneath that sky
Till I find my place theres no doubt...
Ill be a rovin roustabout
Call me the carefree kind
I wander with the breeze
My mind and hearts at ease
Doing what pleases me best
Gotta keep-a movin east or west
Till I find my place theres no doubt
Ill be a rovin roustabout
And even if a pretty girl, should catch my eye
Ill give her a quick hello, and a fast goodbye
Ill go the way I want
Driftin just like the sand
Doin what job I can
Changing my plans as I choose
Long as I keep happy I cant lose
Till I find my place theres no doubt
Ill be a rovin roustabout
Ill be a rovin roustabout...Ill be a rovin roustabout
Ill be a rovin roustabout..rovin, rovin roustabout....
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I'm A Roustabout
ROUSTABOUT!"
"ROUSTABOUT!"
"Build it up... (UH-HUH)
Knock it down... (UH-HUH)
Fold it square... (UH-HUH)
Roll it around...
Throw it in the air, stick it in the ground!"
But it's too bad, (UH-HUH)
I can't get mad,
'Cause I'm a Roustabout! (UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH)
"Tie it loose... (UH-HUH)
Make it tight... (UH-HUH)
If it's wrong, (UH-HUH)
Do it right!"
Makes me kinda feel like I wanna fight!
But it's too bad, (UH-HUH)
I can't get mad,
'Cause I'm a Roustabout! (UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH)
Orders all day and half the night from the boss,
That guy just doesn't wanna see one minute lost!
"Stack it up, (UH-HUH)
In the rear (UH-HUH)
Better still... (UH-HUH)
Bring it here!"
Wanna take it out, stick it in his ear!
But it's too bad, (UH-HUH)
I can't get mad,
'Cause I'm a Roustabout! (UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH)
A handyman is all I am around this place,
Everytime I turn around, he's right up in my face!
"Bring it in... (UH-HUH)
Bring it out!" (UH-HUH)
When I'm slow, (UH-HUH)
Boy, he shouts!
Gettin' awful tired, runnin' in and out!
But it's too bad, (UH-HUH)
I can't get mad,
'Cause I'm a Roustabout! (UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH)
"ROUSTABOUT!"
"ROUSTABOUT!"
"ROUSTABOUT!"
"ROUSTABOUT!" {fades}
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Lowestoft Boat
East Coast Patrols of the War, 1914-18
In Lowestoft a boat was laid,
Mark well what I do say!
And she was built for the herring-trade,
But she has gone a-rovin', a-rovin', a-rovin',
The Lord knows where!
They gave her Government coal to burn,
And a Q.F. gun at bow and stern,
And sent her out a-rovin', etc.
Her skipper was mate of a bucko ship
Which always killed one man per trip,
So he is used to rovin', etc.
Her mate was skipper of a chapel in Wales,
And so he fights in topper and tails--
Religi-ous tho' rovin', etc.
Her engineer is fifty-eight,'
So he's prepared to meet his fate,
Which ain't unlikely rovin', etc.
Her leading-stoker's seventeen,
So he don't know what the Judgments mean,
Unless he cops 'em rovin', etc.
Her cook was chef in the Lost Dogs' Home,
Mark well what I do say!
And I'm sorry for Fritz when they all come
A-rovin', a-rovin', a-roarin' and a-rovin',
Round the North Sea rovin',
The Lord knows where!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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A Pair Of Brown Eyes
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox johnny sang
About a thing called love
And its how are you kid and whats your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin a rovin a rovin Ill go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While ray and philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin a rovin a rovin Ill go
For a pair of brown eyes
song performed by by Pogues
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Hymn
There in that perfect vale
all will be shown
north, south, west
in vast Eden drowned.
Beauty obscured by beauty
truth from truth revealed
seamless unity
reverse the present world
Run, roustabout nation,
run to that assembly
where the God eternally gathers us
fast about his nucleus.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Die, Zombie, Die
What is it? What it is. What is it?
Dazzling, yea starving town, starving town, out of the cold, out of the cold
(Die, Die, Die!) Moneyman rumble. Dreamtime maker.
Dressed to kill. Crybaby keeper.
Nature of the madness. Lies very still.
Shadow boxing motions a real believer.
Areal believer. Look here, get it and go, look here.
Seduction in a new new world, seduction. Into the fire
(Die, Die, Die!) Cannibal collision american girl.
Suck in your gut. Unlike before yea, unlike before, if you murder.
Object of desire. Now come and get it. Get it! Come get it! Come.
While I roustabout. Brutalities inflictied. A rush across the room.
While the city sleeps. I want to ask you. What's in store?
Fleshy jaws. Now wait a minute.
song performed by by White Zombie
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Die, Zombie, Die
What is it? what it is. what is it? dazzling, yea starving town, starving town, out of the cold, out of the cold |die, die, die!| moneyman rumble. dreamtime maker. dressed to kill. crybaby keepe
Ture of the madness. lies very still. shadow bo xing motions a real believer. areal believer. look here, get it and go, look here. seduction in a new new world, seduction. into the fire |die, die, die!| cannibal collision american girl. suck in your gut. unlike before yea, unlike before, if you m urder. object of desire. now come and get it. get it! come get it! come. while I roustabout. brutalities inflictied. a rush across the room. while the city sleeps. I want to ask you. whats in store? fleshy jaws. now wait a minute.
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Darlin Dear
Since we talked
Half the night
Feelin good
Feelin right
Words were spoke
Brought us close
When we touched it was overdose
On the road
Youre back there
Youre my friend darlin dear
Open up
Let me in
Im your paladin
When your smile
Shines on me
I am the seducee
We will fly everywhere
Youre my friend darlin dear
Party plans
Get the phone
Did you read rolling stone
Knowing you knocks me out
I am your roustabout
Pretty good atmosphere
Youre my friend darlin dear
Oh baby
Oh baby
song performed by by Chicago
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Rambling, Gambling Willie
Come around you rovin gamblers and a story I will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well.
His name was will o conley and he gambled all his life,
He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
He gambled in the white house and in the railroad yards,
Wherever there was people, there was willie and his cards.
He had a reputation as the gamblinest man around,
Wives would keep their husbands home when willie came to town.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
Sailin down the mississippi to a town called new orleans,
Theyre still talkin about their card game on that jackson river queen.
Ive come to win some money, gamblin willie says,
When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
Up in the rocky mountains in a town called cripple creek,
There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week.
Nine hundred miners had laid their money down,
When willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
But willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true,
He supported all his children, and all their mothers too.
He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore,
He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
When you played your cards with willie, you never really knew
Whether he was bluffin or whether he was true.
He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair.
The man, he left a diamond flush, willie didnt even have a pair.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
It was late one evenin during a poker game,
A man lost all his money, he said willie was to blame.
He shot poor willie through the head, which was a tragic fate,
When willies cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
So all you rovin gamblers, wherever you might be,
The moral of this story is very plain to see.
Make your money while you can, before you have to stop,
For when you pull that dead mans hand, your gamblin days are up.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Handsome Molly
(first release, live version second gaslight tape, late 1962traditional, arranged by bob dylan)
Well, I wish I was in london,
Or some other seaport town
Id put my foot on a steamboat
Id sail the ocean round.
While sailing round the ocean,
While sailing round the sea
Id think of handsome molly
Wherever she might be.
Dont you remember, molly
You gave me your right hand?
You said whenever youd marry
I would be the man.
But you broke your promise
Go with whom you please
My poor heart is aching
You are at your ease.
I went to church last sunday
Molly came ridin by
I could tell her mind was changin
By the rovin of her eye.
I go down to the river
Though everyones asleep
I think of handsome molly
An I begin to weep.
So I wish I was in london,
Or some other seaport town
Id put my foot on a steamboat
Id sail the ocean round.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Change
Someday when Im over you
And when I think Im able to
Well, I might try to be
Your friend again
But your restless heart
And rovin eyes
My jealousy, these
Endless fights
Ive got to get out of your life
Or I will never mend
Chorus:
I guess Ill die a bit each day
But Im always dying anyway
And I dont have the heart to
Stay, and I cant take the pain
I know weve tried to no avail
Our heaven now has
Turned to hell
The same old hurt
We know so well
And somethings got
To change
We both know its got to end
The passions gone
Its just pretend
And one of us have got
To make the move
We might as well just give it up
Weve lost respect and
Theres no trust
And without this, theres
No real love
Its just some sad excuse
2nd chorus:
I guess Ill die a bit each day
But Im always dying anyway
And theres nothing left but walk away
Aint this a crying shame
A change of pace
A change of heart
A change of place
A place to start
And well be better off apart
Our only chance is change
Tag:
And we never will
But something has to change
Fade:
But someday when Im over you
And when I think Im able to
Then I will try to be your friend again
But I dont want to see
Your face til then
Change, I need a change
I need a change
We need a change
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Highway 61 Revisited
Oh God said to abraham, kill me a son
Abe says, man, you must be putting me on
God say, no. abe say, what?
God say, you can do what you want abe, but
The next time you see me comin you better run
Well abe says, where do you want this killing done?
God says, out on highway 61.
Well georgia sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare department they wouldnt give him no clothes
He asked poor howard where can I go
Howard said theres only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on highway 61.
Well mack the finger said to louie the king
I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that dont ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things
And louie the king said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to highway 61.
Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things werent right
My complexion she said is much too white
He said come here and step into the light he says hmm youre right
Let me tell the second mother this has been done
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on highway 61.
Now the rovin gambler he was very bored
He was tryin to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
Well just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on highway 61.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Song Of Old Joe Swallow
When I was up the country in the rough and early days,
I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's bullick-drays;
Then the reelroad wasn't heered on, an' the bush was wild an' strange,
An' we useter draw the timber from the saw-pits in the range --
Load provisions for the stations, an' we'd travel far and slow
Through the plains an' 'cross the ranges in the days of long ago.
Then it's yoke up the bullicks and tramp beside 'em slow,
An' saddle up yer horses an' a-ridin' we will go,
To the bullick-drivin', cattle-drovin',
Nigger, digger, roarin', rovin'
Days o' long ago.
Once me and Jimmy Nowlett loaded timber for the town,
But we hadn't gone a dozen mile before the rain come down,
An' me an' Jimmy Nowlett an' the bullicks an' the dray
Was cut off on some risin' ground while floods around us lay;
An' we soon run short of tucker an' terbacca, which was bad,
An' pertaters dipped in honey was the only tuck we had.
An' half our bullicks perished when the drought was on the land,
An' the burnin' heat that dazzles as it dances on the sand;
When the sun-baked clay an' gravel paves for miles the burnin' creeks,
An' at ev'ry step yer travel there a rottin' carcase reeks --
But we pulled ourselves together, for we never used ter know
What a feather bed was good for in those days o' long ago.
But in spite ov barren ridges an' in spite ov mud an' heat,
An' dust that browned the bushes when it rose from bullicks' feet,
An' in spite ov cold and chilblains when the bush was white with frost,
An' in spite of muddy water where the burnin' plain was crossed,
An' in spite of modern progress, and in spite of all their blow,
'Twas a better land to live in, in the days o' long ago.
When the frosty moon was shinin' o'er the ranges like a lamp,
An' a lot of bullick-drivers was a-campin' on the camp,
When the fire was blazin' cheery an' the pipes was drawin' well,
Then our songs we useter chorus an' our yarns we useter tell;
An' we'd talk ov lands we come from, and ov chaps we useter know,
For there always was behind us OTHER days o' long ago.
Ah, them early days was ended when the reelroad crossed the plain,
But in dreams I often tramp beside the bullick-team again:
Still we pauses at the shanty just to have a drop er cheer,
Still I feels a kind ov pleasure when the campin'-ground is near;
Still I smells the old tarpaulin me an' Jimmy useter throw
O'er the timber-truck for shelter in the days ov long ago.
I have been a-driftin' back'ards with the changes ov the land,
An' if I spoke ter bullicks now they wouldn't understand,
But when Mary wakes me sudden in the night I'll often say:
`Come here, Spot, an' stan' up, Bally, blank an' blank an' come-eer-way.'
An' she says that, when I'm sleepin', oft my elerquince 'ill flow
In the bullick-drivin' language ov the days o' long ago.
Well, the pub will soon be closin', so I'll give the thing a rest;
But if you should drop on Nowlett in the far an' distant west --
An' if Jimmy uses doubleyou instead of ar an' vee,
An' if he drops his aitches, then you're sure to know it's he.
An' yer won't forgit to arsk him if he still remembers Joe
As knowed him up the country in the days o' long ago.
Then it's yoke up the bullicks and tramp beside 'em slow,
An' saddle up yer horses an' a-ridin' we will go,
To the bullick-drivin', cattle-drovin',
Nigger, digger, roarin', rovin'
Days o' long ago.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Restless
Theres a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from within
It sets my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spin
In the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cry
And I will always love that sound until the day I die
Theres a plain and a simple answer to each and every quest
From every quiet dance who might be a special guest
In a movie made for tv or a late night interview
You might even find them on the young and the restless too
Do ya get that restless feelin when you hear a whistle blast
Like an echo from the past
Of an old engine flyin down a road thats ironcast
The lake is blue, the sky is gray, the leaves have turned to gold
The wild goose will be on her way, the weathers much too cold
When the muskie and the old trout too have all gone down to rest
We will be returning to the things that we love best
Do ya get that restless yearning when you think about your dad
And the scrimshaw that he had
Of an old schooner rovin neath a sky thats ironclad
Theres a kind of a restless feeling and it catches you off guard
As we gaze off at the distance through the trees in my back yard
I can feel that restless yearning of those geese as off they roam
Then trade that for a warm bed and a place I can call home
Will ya get that restless yearning when you hear the wicked blast
Of a spectre from the past
Of a cold diesel rollin down a road thats built to last
Still I get that restless feelin when I hear a whistle blast
See an image from the past
Of an old schooner flyin down a sky thats overcast
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Shout It Out
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Everybody listen to me
Put a smile on your face
Theres no reason to be gloomy
This worlds a wonderful place
So when I say again happy
Shout it out
Yeh, get happy now shout it out
Well there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
Hey there little girl dont be sad
Theres such good times to be had
Count your blessings one by one
Lifes a ball, after all have some fun
I said cmon get happy, shout it out
Yeh, get happy now shout it out
Well there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
Now theres good feeling you can taste
While theres music lifes no waste
While theres great things happening
Theres no end to the joy life can bring
I said cmon get happy, shout it out
Yeh, get happy now shout it out
Well there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
As long as theres somebody you can love
As long as bright stars shine above
Youve got no reason to be blue
Think what it means when all your dreams come true
I said cmon get happy, shout it out
Yeh, get happy now shout it out
Well there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
I said now there is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
There is no doubt youve a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
Shout it out
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Horses and Men in Rain
Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window,
And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys.
Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches--and talk about mail carriers and
messenger boys slipping along the icy sidewalks.
Let us write of olden, golden days and hunters of the
Holy Grail and men called "knights" riding horses in the rain, in the cold frozen rain for ladies they loved.
A roustabout hunched on a coal wagon goes by, icicles drip on his hat rim, sheets of ice wrapping
the hunks of coal, the caravanserai a gray blur in slant of rain.
Let us nudge the steam radiator with our wool slippers and write poems of Launcelot, the hero, and
Roland, the hero, and all the olden golden men who rode horses in the rain.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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It's A Hard Road
I jumped on the train
I left this old town
I escaped the rain
I'm no longer down
The wheels start to turn
My worries are gone
I have lots to learn
About the trail that I'm on
As I look around
I see my new friend
I know I am bound
To travel till the end
I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best
The train it did slow
I'm in a new place
The moonlight does glow
On my tired face
It's time for me
To try and find a bed
It's time for me
To rest my weary head
Morning is here
There's sorting to do
I'll sound sincere
With my goodbye to you
I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best
It's time to move away
I'm not satisfied
I've spent many a day
Finding a place to reside
There's a town on my mind
It's just down the track
No need to find
A way to get back
The train I will get
Sitting at the station
The future is set
I feel anticipation
I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best
poem by Liam Hughes
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When George Was King
Cards, and swords, and a lady's love,
That is a tale worth reading,
An insult veiled, a downcast glove,
And rapiers leap unheeding.
And 'tis O! for the brawl,
The thrust, the fall,
And the foe at your feet a-bleeding.
Tales of revel at wayside inns,
The goblets gaily filling,
Braggarts boasting a thousand sins,
Though none can boast a shilling.
And 'tis O! for the wine,
The frothing stein,
And the clamour of cups a-spilling.
Tales of maidens in rich brocade,
Powder and puff and patches,
Gallants lilting a serenade
Of old-time trolls and catches.
And 'tis O! for the lips
And the finger tips,
And the kiss that the boldest snatches.
Tales of buckle and big rosette,
The slender shoe adorning,
Of curtseying through the minuet
With laughter, love, or scorning.
And 'tis O! for the shout
Of the roustabout,
As he hies him home in the morning.
Cards and swords, and a lady's love,
Give to the tale God-speeding,
War and wassail, and perfumed glove,
And all that's rare in reading.
And 'tis O! for the ways
Of the olden days,
And a life that was worth the leading.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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A Place In The Sun
Like a long lonely stream
I keep runnin towards a dream
Movin on, movin on
Like a branch on a tree
I keep reachin to be free
Movin on, movin on
cause theres a place in the sun
Where theres hope for evryone
Where my poor restless hearts gotta run
Theres a place in the sun
And before my life is done
Got to find me a place in the sun
Like an old dusty road
I get weary from the load
Movin on, movin on
Like this tired troubled earth
Ive been rollin since my birth
Movin on, movin on
Theres a place in the sun
Where theres hope for evryone
Where my poor restless hearts gotta run
Theres a place in the sun
And before my life is done
Got to find me a place in the sun
You know when times are bad
And youre feeling sad
I want you to always remember
Yes, theres a place in the sun
Where theres hope for evryone
Where my poor restless hearts gotta run
Theres a place in the sun
Where theres hope for evryone
Where my poor restless hearts gotta run
Theres a place in the sun
Where theres hope for evryone...
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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'til He Comes Home
(VERSE 1)
im in love with Americas most wanted dangerous thug
wanna call him but my phones bugged
and im wondering how long he'll be gone
really want to see your face
so meet me at a secret place
I got a judge to fix this case
don't worry you'll be home in a hurry
(CHORUS)
yo, my man left town on some serious business
(what has he done, what has he done)
D.A. even said they got a witness
(now he's on the run, I don't even know)
its hurting me so bad I don't think I can deal with it
(should have used my gun, naw I aint goin' out like that)
now i gotta be strong cause when hes out we still gon' be together
(cause hes the only one, yeah thats my shawty aiight)
now that hes gone and im all alone, now I pull my own
gotta hold it down 'till he comes home
now that hes gone and im all alone, now I pull my own
gotta hold it down 'till he comes home
(RAP)
im'a be here boo
so do what cha doin'
i'll send you some cash through western union
police been askin', so boo stay true and
I aint tell them nothing, about what you movin'
they ran in the crib, guns drawn, mad glocks
they aint find no cash or a stash box
they found your number on the back of a match box
so they got your phone bugged up, talk about tough love
(CHORUS)
yo, my man left town on some serious business
(what has he done, oh oh oh what has he done)
D.A. even said they got a witness
(now hes on the run, now hes on the run ah ah ah)
its hurting me so bas I don't think I can deal with it
(should have used my gun, shoulda used my gun)
now I got to be strong cause when hes out we still gon' be together
(cause hes the only on, only one
song performed by by Olivia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Higher Place
We gotta get to a higher place
And we gotta leave by night.
Before that river takes us down
We gotta find somewhe re thats dry
We gotta run like we never run,
Or were gonna lose the light.
If we dont get to a higher place and
Find somebody, can help somebody,
Might be nobody no more
We gotta get to a higher place
And I hope we all arrive together.
We gotta get to a higher place
If we wanna survive the weather
Well, I fool myself and I dont know why
I thought we could ride this out
I was up all night making up my mind
But now I got my doubts
I got my eye on the waterline
Trying to keep my sense of humor
But if we dont get to a higher place and
Find somebody, can help somebody,
Might be nobody no more
We gotta get to a higher place
And I hope we all arrive togeth er.
We gotta get to a higher place
If we wanna survive the weather
I remember walking with her in town,
Her hair was in the wind
I gave her my best kiss
She gave it back again
When I add up what Ive left behind
I don t want to lose no more
But if we dont get to a higher place and
Find somebody, can help somebody,
Might be nobody no more
song performed by by Tom Petty
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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