to lovin Make a poor man leave his home And she does a little of this mama She does a little of that And when she put on footsin She make a freight
Isolation never put me down thirteen feet under the ground Then I met a strange kind of a guy Black face white hands sort of a smile He did not speak barely made a
Don't want to be, don't want to be you Sink like a stone, just like a stone Don't talk so loud I cannot hear you I throw myself just like a stone Say
Two days on the run You can't call it freedom Hounds on your trail You turn your head Each and every minute You fear any single sound The smoke on the
any warning They're gonna hear what I have to say Can't sleep at night it's driving me out of my mind Call that number on the phone Get a ticket on
