block 'Lil one kind of remind me of me Man 'lil one a G, 'lil one runnin with the big boys 'Lil one fuckin' these hoes, 'lil one got some of these old
to the river and watch the ink from your love letters fade Come back home turn that old mattress over Pour out the whiskey, try wakin' up sober Gonna change it all
will it die? I don't know a thing about love Then I asked him where is she tonight? You must see all things with your light He said, "Son I could tell you things
thunder did roll Sweet Jesus what a frightenin' sight to behold From that day on John Henry was a changed man All he did was just work all the time
The preacher man says it's the end of time And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry The interest is up and the stock markets down And you only get
If this old fiddle could talk, if this old fiddle could sing Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell You some wondrous things, talk to me
When he was a boy dreamed of bein' a man Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around hell
, oh, oh, whoa. 'Cause sirens are crying all through this town. And one old boy said Joe never slowed down. It was that 12 O'clock train, So he didn't feel a thing
All week long's still a slow fuse burnin' But tonight we're gonna light it up 'Til Friday we're slazed to the same old grime But today we can all unwind
Gets all the news he needs from the weather report The door stays open a few days and closes What's more important than Bluejays and Roses? Son of a gun The old man
second wind Used to roll dice when the luck was on my side man Four-five-six, walked away with a grand man Seen many blocks turn to the Twilight Zone
good care A little too wild, a little too old to get lost in the woods A gravel road fadin' away back in the darkness Two tire tracks, just one thing
beard i see you better watch your face protecting your material you knwo who youre dealin with here im flakier than breakfast cereal i changed all levels and i replaced all
then 'Cause I was a just a boy of ten Hanging around the old Quayside Now all the capstans and the cargo boats And Stevedores are gone To where all the old
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man I know, I, I, I know I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't Fuck with my
check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords But it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing Yes then an old guitar is all he can
The strongest river current Can change its flow by force But words brought me to the war And changed my path and course Now as an old man I think of all the things
gowns Captain is sleeping Down in Oretown There's a man down on mainstreet Eyes all aflame Laughing in the thunder Of the Number 9 train Selling old