you what's what And that's B's up, ho's down Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound Throwing Blood in
again And there's a beat you make up inside of your head And every street's a river be born or be dead We are all singing this song but Nobody knows how
s aplan as flamenco turns to -down shakin there's a jazz jam and Julie's got the whole joint bakin' and anyone who's fakin' gets a quick anihilation as
that fire So as long as there's a breath to take A smile to share, a prayer to pray A chance to hold her hand to fan the flame! She's gonna feel that
(ooh-ooh!) Oh, where there's a will, There's always a way. Where there's a will, There's always a way (way, way, way, way), Soul train is coming our
a dollar for a killing Killing for a dollar is as easy as the rhyme scheme of Top Billin' Making a million itch, a billion itch Where niggas they be
I'll dance in time and the times are rough And I'll pay the price and I'll pray that it's enough And just outside the door where it always rains I'll
where ever life leads Anything's better besides a tight squeeze, sliced cheese Even my pieces put your nice V's dress precisely Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's
in joe brown's coal mine. Yeah, I'm goin' back to that shack way across that railroad track, Uh huh, that's where I think I belong. And that's where
of the avenue Run, hide, seek in your own backyard Mama's backyard won't do All night long I sing love's sweet songs Down where the water flows Way
first I remember knowin' Was that lonesome whistle blowin' And a youngin's dream Of growin' up to ride On a freight train leavin' town Not knowin' where
, Lord you can see it's true Lord you can see it's true, Lord you can see it's true Its' nothing, they explain it's like a diesel train Better not be
"D" train We can hear the night watchman Click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them It's insane Louise, she's all right, she's just near She's
a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs Got to hurry on back to my hotel room Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece She promised, she'd be
And I'm just between trains I ain't no loner I just work alone There ain't no place Where there's a home I could claim And I'm still between trains Still between trains
There was a chill that night in the hobo jungle Over the train yard lay a smooth coat of frost And although nobody here really knows where they're goin
was feeling like a stranger in a strange land You know where people play games with the night God, it was too hot to sleep I followed the sound of a jukebox