Well I know you hate my drinkin' And the way I talk sometimes But you hate it most when I don't call at night And it's just because you love me And you
On a hill far away stood an Old Rugged Cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost
Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears 'Round that Jersey turnpike When Barney stopped me with his gun Ten minutes after midnight Said sir you broke
This world can take you by the hand And tempt the soul of any man But you can choose your path There's two roads you can take One way is right and one
Remember when I was young and so were you And time stood still and love was all we knew You were the first, so was I We made love and then you cried Remember
Why did she have to go So young I just don't know why Things happen half the time Without reason, without rhyme Lovely, sweet young woman Daughter, wife
If I could have you I know what I'd do This time I'd be true If I had you If you could be mine I'd walk that straight line There'd be no bad times If
Well, I was sitting in a roadhouse down on highway 41 You were wiping off some ketchup on a table that was done I knew you didn't see me, I was in a corner
Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields And the bankers swarm like locusts out there Turning away our yields And the trains roll by our silo, silver
Ladies and gentlemen Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJs Here we go They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that He's always in trouble
In the garden where he was cast out by the Lord Flames an omni-directional sword For he has ever failed to gather up the fruit And thus was banished with
Yeah, so you might see me wit' uh, 87, rusty I been on that but uh, you need ta get on that Holler at cha mang Still throwin' beer cans in the gutter
Don't think sorry's easily said Don't try, turnin' tables instead You've taken lots of chances before But I ain't gonna give anymore Don't ask me That
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling Michael, they have taken you away, For you stole Trevelyan's corn, So the young might see the
[Dell] Dell, murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
[Paris] Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on
There's a call that rings for the one who sings to those now gone astray Saying come ye men and your load of sin there at the altar lay You don't seem