Letter Full Of Tears - Lyrics - Gladys Knight And The Pips

Title: Letter Full Of Tears
Artist: Gladys Knight And The Pips
Composer(s): Don Covay

Lyric:
Here comes the mailman walking up the street
And it looks like he has a letter today for me
Wait a minute let me look inside
No, it couldn't be from my guy

Because he, he brought me
I said, he, he brought me
A letter full of tears

I thought we had a love so strong
It would take a lifetime to break us apart
Oh yeah, but I found out today I was wrong
And my reward was a broken heart my my heart

Oh, here comes the teardrops
Welcome a welcome to my eyes
And I couldn't hold 'em back
No matter if I tried

You know it hurt me so inside
Won't you pardon me while I cry?

Because he brought me
I said, he brought me
A letter full of tears

Those aren't drip drop tears
Can't you see them falling
I thought we had a love so strong
But I found, I was wrong

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I Dream A Highway - Lyrics - Gillian Welch

Title: I Dream A Highway
Artist: Gillian Welch
Composer(s): Gillian Welch, David Rawlings

Lyric:
Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come and rest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

John, he's kicking out the footlights
The Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band
Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand
I dream a highway back to you

I think I'll move down into Memphis
And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue
I lie and wait until the wagons come
And dream a highway back to you

The getaway kickin' up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three hour Jones
I dream a highway back to you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come arrest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds?
Now you be Emmylou and I'll be Gram
I send a letter, don't know who I am
I dream a highway back to you

I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight
Any second now, I'm gonna turn myself on
In the blue display of the cool cathode ray
I dream a highway back to you

I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds
Fire riding, wheeling when I lead 'em up
Drank whiskey with my water, sugar in my tea
My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags
I dream a highway back to you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

Now, give me some of what you're having
I'll take you as a viper into my head
A knife into my bed, arsenic when I'm fed
I dream a highway back to you

Hang overhead from all directions
Radiation from the porcelain light
Blind and blistered by the morning white
I dream a highway back to you

Sunday morning at the Diner
Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears
I watched the waitress for a thousand years
Saw a wheel inside a wheel, heard a call within a call
I dreamed a highway back to, you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

Step into the light, poor Lazarus
Don't lie alone behind the window shade
Let me see the mark death made
I dream a highway back to you
I dream a highway back to you

What will sustain us through the winter?
Where did last years lessons go?
Walk me out into the rain and snow
I dream a highway back to you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you
I dream a highway back to you

Oh, I dream a highway back to you, love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision, come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you

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Ha - The Swing Of Things - Lyrics - Scoundrel Days - A

Title: Ha - The Swing Of Things
Album: Scoundrel Days
Artist: A
Composer(s): Pal Waaktaar

Lyric:
You say the world's an eventful place
You give me news I don't want to know
You say that I should care
That I should speak my mind

Oh, but how can I speak of the world rushing by
With a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes
Oh, have we come to the point of no turning back
Or is it still time to get into the swing of things

Let us walk through this windless city
I'll go on till the winter gets me
Oh, sleep you wrote sleep, my dear
In a letter somewhere

Oh, but how can I sleep with your voice in my head
With an ocean between us and room in my bed
Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
Or is it still time to get into the swing of things

Oh, when she glows in the dark and I'm weak by the sight
Of this breathtaking beauty in which I can hide
Oh, there's a world full out there of people I fear
But given time I'll get into the swing of things

Yes, when she glows in the dark and I'm struck by the sight
I know that I'll need this for the rest of my life

Oh, I know that I'll need this
For the rest of my life
You know that I need
You know that I need

What have I done, what lies I have told
I've played games with the ones that rescued my soul
Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
Or is it still time to get into the swing of things

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Where Are You Tonight (Journey Through Dark Heat) - Lyrics - Street Legal - Bob Dylan

Title: Where Are You Tonight (Journey Through Dark Heat)
Album: Street Legal
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
There's a long distance train rolling through the rain
Tears on the letter I write
There's a woman I long to touch and I missin' her so much
But she's drifting like a satellite

There's a neon light ablaze in the green smoky haze
And laughter down on Elizabeth Street
There's a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone
Where she bathed in a stream of pure heat

Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise
But he practiced what he preached from the heart
A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted it to me
The time and the place that we part

There's a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage
And a longtime golden-haired stripper on stage
And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page
Of a book that nobody can write
Oh, where are you tonight?

The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure
To live it you had to explode
And at the last hour of need, we entirely agreed
Sacrifice was the code of the road

I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John
Strong men belittled by doubt
I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were
But she had some way of finding them out

He took dead-center aim, but he missed just the same
She was waiting putting flowers on the shelf
She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair
And discovered her invisible self

There's a lion in the road, there's a demon escaped
There's a million dreams gone, there's a landscape being raped
As her beauty fades and I watch her undrape
But I won't but then maybe again I might
Oh, if I could just find you tonight

I fought with my twin, that enemy within
'Til both of us fell by the way
Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees
While the law looks the other way

Your partners in crime hit me up for nickels and dimes
The man you were loving couldn't never get clean
It felt out of place, my foot in his face
But he should've stayed where his money was green

I bit into the root of forbidden fruit
With the juice running down my leg
Then I dealt with your boss, who'd never known about loss
Who always was too proud to beg

There's a white diamond gloom, on the dark side of this room
And a pathway that leads up to the stars
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise
Just remind me to show you the stars

There's a new day at dawn, and I've finally arrived
If I'm there in the morning, baby, you'll know I've survived
I can't believe it, I can't believe I'm alive
But without you it doesn't seem right
Oh, where are you tonight?

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Raindrops - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Raindrops
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
Baby, is it all right if I break it down
And give you something romantic?
I figured since it's raining
This would be the perfect time for us

Can you hear the sounds of the
Love angels calling us?
Sweet violins and harps playing
Then suddenly there's this kiss of trust

Dapper than the morning dew
Tonight has chosen me and you
And girl I vow to make everyone
Of your fantasies come true

I can hear, horns sounding, bells ringing
A full orchestra and a choir singing
The oceans calm and the rivers flowing
It feels so good, keep on going

Raindrops keep falling on our heads, as we make love
We won't stop, the rain keeps falling down on both of us
Raindrops keep falling on our heads, as we make love
We won't stop, the rain keeps falling down on both of us

Can you see the flowers blooming
Slowly as the seasons change
The gift of joy is founded
When I softly hear you call my name

Rose petals and all these oils
Surrounded by 100 candles
An eagle delivers a letter that says
The night will last forever

Dapper than the morning dew
Tonight has chosen me and you
And girl I promise to make everyone
Of your fantasies come true

I can hear, horns sounding, bells ringing
A full orchestra and a choir singing
The oceans calm and the rivers flowing
Don't you stop, keep on going

Raindrops keep falling on our heads, as we make love
We won't stop, the rain keeps falling down, on both of us
Raindrops keep falling on our heads, as we make love
We won't stop, the rain keeps falling down, on both of us

Through all the trees, the smooth wind blows
Then suddenly a rainbow
And an ocean filled with white sailboats
And huge waterfalls that overflow

See those in well are fairy tales
I will buck for love
And imagine far away from here in a land
Where the sky cries joyful tears

Baby, another words
Will you marry me?

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Soldier'S Last Letter - Lyrics - George Jones

Title: Soldier'S Last Letter
Artist: George Jones
Composer(s): Henry Redd Stewart, Ernest Tubb

Lyric:
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full of joy
But she didn't know 'til she read the inside
It was the last one from her darling boy

"Dear Mom," was the way that it started
"I miss you so much," it went on
"And Mom, I didn't know that I loved you so
But I'll prove it when this war is won"

"I'm writing this down in a trench, Mom
So don't scold if it isn't so neat
For you know as you did when I was a kid
And would come home with mud on my feet"

"Well, the captain just gave us our orders
And Mom, we will carry them through
I'll finish this letter the first chance I get
But for now I'll just say I love you"

Then the mother's old hands began to tremble
As she fought against tears in her eyes
For they came unashamed, there was no name
And she knew that her darlin' had died

That night as she knelt down by her bedside
She prayed, "Lord above, hear my plea
Protect all the sons who are fighting tonight
And dear God, keep America free"

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Sell Your Dope - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Sell Your Dope
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
A few words of inspiration
This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb
Smokin' herb, movin' weight from the inner city to the suburbs
Paranoid of jail, pocket full of ya'll, just waitin' on another sale
Sip your beer, wipe your tears
Encourage your peers, it's gonna be alright

Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right

You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right

Hey, whattup lil' inchworm
I hope this letter make you feel just a lil' bit better
Got your T-shirt picked your khakis creased
So you can be G'd up when you get released

Me and my homeboys put together some Jimmys
To buy some beer and a couple of strippers
You can use my car till you find another
Can't wait till you get home

But later on, that money you get from your GR check
Should be enough to put you back on deck
Now I know, you on parole but don't be scared
This time, we be prepared

Fuck the feds, don't say shit to your broad
Keep your dope stashed in your neighbors yard
When they kick in the door with they steel toed boot
Won't find nothin' but a lawsuit, baby, baby

Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right

You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right

Your baby momma, she might trip
'Cuz you hangin' with a Crip tryin' to clock your grip
She can't help a black man out
But when bills come around, she's got her hand out

The baby needs Pampers and Similac
Plus you need rims for your Cadillac
Ignore your girl when she starts trippin'
Keep them kilos flippin' Dayton's dipin'

We can expand by a little land
Hand the dope game down to the next man
Buy a little business clean the money
Look at the cops funny, hey hey hey

Frontin' in your Caddy or a beat up Taurus
Got the baby gangsters sellin' shit for us
We can dance underwater and not get wet
Sell crack on the internet but not yet

Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right

You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right

Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night

Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right

1, 2, 3, 4 breakdown

Early in the morning when I get outta bed
I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads
I sell it all day baby, you sell it all night long
Till the 15th comes around and everybody is all gone

I go out and buy some activator turn my fro into a jheri curl
Put the Daytona's on my lac and then I go scoop up my little girl
Baby, don't try to change me if I go to the pen
'Cuz when the white man lets me go
I'm gonna do the same old thing again

Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right

You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right

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What Have I Got To Loose? - Lyrics - Blessid Union Of Souls

Title: What Have I Got To Loose?
Artist: Blessid Union Of Souls
Composer(s): B Lovely, C P Roth, M Senatore, T Clark, E Sloan, J Pence

Lyric:
I started to write you a letter the other day
I didn't know exactly what I was going to say
And at the last minute I threw it away
'Cause I didn't think you'd read it anyway

'Cause see, I'm the kind of man who's glass is half full
But I'm a bit torn from the strings you pulled
And since I already felt a bit abused
I just thought to myself, I thought to myself

Oh, what have I got to lose?
'Cause I can't fall much further down
And look what I've got to win
If you would only hear my heart

Yesterday I actually tried calling
But that was after six days and six nights of stalling
And I thought about everything that we've been through
All the different places that we went to
I never thought we'd go there

But the times we hurt each other, sometimes we meant to
Trying to make up with flowers that I sent you
But now I'm at the crossroads and it's time to choose
And I guess I just figured, what the hell

Oh, what have I got to lose
'Cause I've already come this far, yes
And look what I've got to win
If you would only search my heart and see what's deep inside

See, I don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause I, I don't want to dream
I always wake up with tears it seems
But I can't blame it on you so it must be me
I'll beg for forgiveness if that's what I need to do

'Cause I ain't got nothing to lose, no
(What have I got to lose)
'Cause I've lost the one thing missing from my life
But look what I've got to win
(Look what I've got to win)
If only I can get you to hear my heart
And see what it's saying to you

What have I got to lose, baby?
(What have I got to lose?)
When all I've lost is the everything that I need
And look what I've got to win
(Look what I've got to win)
If you'll only listen, listen, listen to my heart

(What have I got to lose?)
I ain't got nothing to lose
(Look what I've got to win)
Listen, listen to my heart, yeah
I ain't got nothing to lose

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What Have I Got To Lose - Lyrics - Walking Off The Buzz - Blessid Union Of Souls

Title: What Have I Got To Lose
Album: Walking Off The Buzz
Artist: Blessid Union Of Souls
Composer(s): B Lovely, C P Roth, M Senatore, T Clark, E Sloan, J Pence

Lyric:
I started to write you a letter the other day
I didn't know exactly what I was going to say
And at the last minute I threw it away
'Cause I didn't think you'd read it anyway

'Cause see, I'm the kind of man who's glass is half full
But I'm a bit torn from the strings you pulled
And since I already felt a bit abused
I just thought to myself, I thought to myself

Oh, what have I got to lose?
'Cause I can't fall much further down
And look what I've got to win
If you would only hear my heart

Yesterday I actually tried calling
But that was after six days and six nights of stalling
And I thought about everything that we've been through
All the different places that we went to
I never thought we'd go there

But the times we hurt each other, sometimes we meant to
Trying to make up with flowers that I sent you
But now I'm at the crossroads and it's time to choose
And I guess I just figured, what the hell

Oh, what have I got to lose
'Cause I've already come this far, yes
And look what I've got to win
If you would only search my heart and see what's deep inside

See, I don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause I, I don't want to dream
I always wake up with tears it seems
But I can't blame it on you so it must be me
I'll beg for forgiveness if that's what I need to do

'Cause I ain't got nothing to lose, no
(What have I got to lose)
'Cause I've lost the one thing missing from my life
But look what I've got to win
(Look what I've got to win)
If only I can get you to hear my heart
And see what it's saying to you

What have I got to lose, baby?
(What have I got to lose?)
When all I've lost is the everything that I need
And look what I've got to win
(Look what I've got to win)
If you'll only listen, listen, listen to my heart

(What have I got to lose?)
I ain't got nothing to lose
(Look what I've got to win)
Listen, listen to my heart, yeah
I ain't got nothing to lose

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40 - 1-Luv - Lyrics - In a Major Way - E

Title: 40 - 1-Luv
Album: In a Major Way
Artist: E
Composer(s): L King, M Whitemon, E Stevens, Darryl Cash

Lyric:
This is the operator, I have a collect call from
Hey this yo' potnah main
Who is an inmate in a California State prison
To deny charges, hang up now
To accept charges, press five now

Well, 1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well

Remember that game Fat Bank Take Skinny Bank?
Well now we play Skinny Bank Take Fat Bank
That's because it ain't no work bein' offered main
They act like they ain't even thinkin' 'bout us main

I promise I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer
Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad
Vanilla be swarmin' like bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources copying keys, oh please

One for the life and two for death, three damn strikes no chances left
Let me tell ya lil' 'bout me E-40 and the C L I C
We used to have to use sheets for curtains, socks for wash towels
I was happy as hell when my cousin gave me his hand-me-downs

This ain't no happy Shirley Temple talleistic crap
This here is serious more Realistic than Radio Shack
Observe as I strike a nerve, reach out and touch my kind
Open up your photo album man and I bet you find
Folks that passed away, potnahs that been blasted away
I miss you steal some liquor main, who got some tissue

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well

Everybody wanna shoot 'em up bang bang
Way I was raised we had to knuckle up and throw them thangs
We got 'em up and you know I had to check 'em swell
'Cuz if I ran home and didn't fight back my mom'd beat that tail

Just received word from my folks upstate
They said, "They tryin' ta, they tryin' ta take away our weights
And no more beef and pork just Muslim books and fish fork"
And laps around the yard with my Walkman bumpin' this

Now I'm 'bouts ta get married, is it clever?
Thought it was, till I got the Dear John letter
Been down for ten bucks and got a eight year stay
And I just found out she had her baby yesterday

Ain't nobody been to see me yet but I ain't gonna worry
Man ya out there ballin' main can you drop a twenty upinmy commissary
My family thinks that I'm a thug homie
When you see my momma man give her a hug for me and tell her

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well

Huh, thinkin' back, you gotta watch your back and play it well
Enjoyed myself when I was out there tryin' ta get in that mail
We used to kick it at the waterfront the whole Vallejo
Watchin' the pervin' contestses between E-40 and Del

That's what we did up under the bridge fools posted up
Choppin' game conversatin' gettin' toast up
Leanin' against my seamless convertible tops and boosted cleaners
Them Click boys mobbin' deep in cuts, actin' meanest

The good times, they gone, here in the can is my new phone
Guess in order to do some right I had to do some wrong
Picked up a package yesterday and I was happy
It was a box and full of goodies from my pappy

Tripped me out ain't seen or heard from Poppa Duke in years
Sent me a picture and some fetti dang they sheadin' tears
See first you born then you live then you die
One day soon I'll get another try, 1-luv

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv
1-luv, yeah yeah yeah yeah

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well
1-luv
1-luv, yeah yeah yeah yeah

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