By the way The more I think about this sad story The more I feel deceived Couldn't I have been betrayed after all? Anyway I understand that things have
By the way, The more I think about this sad story The more I feel deceived Couldn't I have been betrayed, After all? Anyway, I understand that things
: By the way, The more I think about this sad story The more I feel deceived Couldn't I have been betrayed, After all? Anyway, I understand that things
down a cherry tree President number two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree
I used to bring my nigga B.R. And niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead By anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
clogged and congested by the time and the effort that's invested in illusion and by the time's definition of reality by the time you get the facts, they
root I want the whole damn tree Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G Since way back I've been collecting
I see my old homey, he died in a drag Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?" And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk I tried to hit it, but
celebrating Chrismas Eve The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by
By Bobby Braddock & Rafe Vanhoy Dedication: To Billy Sherrill for having the courage to stand by me and my career even when everyone told him they'd
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee They're throwin' knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grind stone Livin' in the Land
Now Alice needed money I put 10 dollars on the breeze As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the
in this world 1962 I didn't have much choice you see But by the time I was eight I could tell it was too late I was already barking up the wrong tree
of falseness throw mud at your back Guided by spells of the old seer's hand you're suffering pain only steel can stand [Bridge:] Stay well on your way
rusting in the rain. The old house is creaking in the rain. Lovers, comin' down the hill, no longer stop to linger by the old dead tree They took away
Toxarcana I was ten years old In a fever dream, dark night of the soul Well, it was brillig and the slithey toves I bid the world goodbye by the dead
the line Thirteen years deep In this marathon I'm runnin' Paid dues and still got bills to pay When I came back around the way Old friends gave me dead
