The summer sun went down on our love long ago But in my heart I feel the same old afterglow A love so beautiful in every way A love so beautiful we let
my nose She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost twenty dollars" I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar" The next half hour was the same old
If the sun comes up And I'm not home, be strong If I'm not beside you Do your best to carry on Tell the kids about me When they're old enough to understand
no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints I've seen them all and man They're all the same? Well, the sun gets weary And the sun goes down Ever
on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The
the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse No job never stay workin, mad purty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flyin she the same person
, born I was Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was Sometimes I cry my heart to sleep Shuffling days and lonesome nights Sometimes my courage fell to my feet Lucky old sun
rainy roads of our old town Many the lives we lived in each day And buried altogether Don't laugh at me Don't look away You'll follow me back With the sun
an old fashion song (A thousand years from now) (We'll be still puttin' it down, my baby) You can change the frame but the picture remains the same
twenty-six and a half years old That's when I swore that someday, Someday I would get outta that basement And travel to a magical, far away place, Where the sun
frosty the snowman was alive as he could be and the children say he could laugh and play just the same as you and me frosty the snowman knew the sun
keep it real It's next to nothin', doin' the same thing 'cause less creating Flow just borin', the spit just corny What happened to old bitin' 'self
to do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would hype some trash The BGs got the hood hot With whites and rats The old folks
yet Old ticker's still a-tickin ya we're still alive and kickin No we aint dead yet Pumpin smoke in our lungs to the effects of the sun Eatin hamburgers
I was born in the south Given to a town raised on handsome mouth Born on the same day as the sun Holding in the earth, seen one by one A dot in the cold
you how to sing You taught me everything I know And thought the night is young And we dona??t know if wea??ll live to see the sun The best is yet to
to the sky And there's no wonder why For preacher boy was his name With his old yaller dog there beside him And his eyes throwin' sparks in the sun I