Old Soul - Lyrics - Patty Loveless

Title: Old Soul
Artist: Patty Loveless
Composer(s): Lee Roy Parnell, Tony Arata

Lyric:
She's a little more than a child herself
Than the children of her own
All her living's done for someone else
The only life she's ever known
All the dreams and desires that she had
She had to put 'em all on hold

While another young heart became an old soul

River of life keeps rushing by
She just rolls with the flow
She's seen it all through world weary eyes
She takes it like it comes and goes
She's forgotten more about life and love
Than most will ever know

While another young heart became an old soul

Laugh too little and you cry too much
Way too long without that gentle touch
Weight of the world resting down in your bones
Pretty soon you've got an old soul, old soul, old soul

Laugh too little and you cry too much
Way too long without that gentle touch
Weight of the world resting down in your bones
Pretty soon you've got an old soul, old soul, old soul

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I'M Diggin' You (Like An Old Soul Record) - Lyrics - Me'Shell Ndegéocello

Title: I'M Diggin' You (Like An Old Soul Record)
Artist: Me'Shell Ndegéocello
Composer(s): Meshell Ndegeocello

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Lyric:
Just sit back and. Relax
Listen to the 8-track
I'll dig you like an old soul record

Remember back in the day
When everyone was black and conscious
And down for the struggle
Love brought us all together
Just sittin' back and talkin'
Cultivating a positive vibe
Blue lights in the basement
Freedom was at hand and you could just taste it
Everything was cool. Diggin' on me diggin' on you
Everything was cool and brothers were singing
"Ain't no woman like the one I got"

I'm diggin' you
I dig you like an old soul record
Just sit back. Relax. Listen to the 8-track
I'll dig you like an old soul record

Now brothers (be) base-in
Running from the beat-down cops that be chasin'
Running out of time. Running out of patience
In this war of the conscious mind
I need some black-on-black love
A slow grind for these changin' times (the booty-slammin' part!)

Beautiful brown bodies. Pimp, switch and sway
To the soulful sounds. Gotta get up gotta get down
'Cause you give me good feeling
You give me good feeling. Yes you do

I'm diggin' you
I dig you like an old soul record
Just sit back. Relax. Listen to the 8-track
I'll dig you like an old soul record

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Young Man, Old Soul - Lyrics - Spiritual Beggars

Title: Young Man, Old Soul
Artist: Spiritual Beggars
Composer(s): Michael Amott

Lyric:
You?ve been down this road before
Heard this story a thousand times or more
With a cynical bitter stare
You watch your life go by bye, bye

Young man with an old soul
Open your mind, don?t close that door

No matter how high you climb
It?s never high enough
Can?t enjoy the moment, no
Never satisfied with what you got

Young man with an old soul
Open your mind, don?t close that door

Young man with an old soul
Open your mind, don?t close that door

Don?t close that door
Don?t close that door
Don?t you close that door

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Old Timerz - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Old Timerz
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, L Elliott, E Murry

Lyric:
This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze

This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze

This is for them cats from way, way back
When every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match
(Damn)
Y'all look good in them sheep skins

Make noise in the middle of the street all week
Always had a plan, it only took a dime to reach out and touch a man
Can't be fuckin' up them sneakers while you at ya jam
Get up on the speakers and your B-Boy stand

I remember the Beemer, I remember the Cadillac
I remember the seat broke backv
I remember the chick wasn't legit unless her ass was fat
Uncle, I remember all that

When the main reason for squeezin' was to let 'em know you got one
Pop shots at the party to see niggas run
When the [unverified] was the worst biggest gun
You niggas had a lotta fun

This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze

This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze

I used to them lean hard as fuck
(Lean)
Hit the scene hard as fuck
(Scene)
Spoke rims, white walls, cruisin' the block
In them 98 Oldsmobile wit the rag top

Try to look these in your BVD
In the wind, wit ya Kangols, Pumas and Lees
Used to drink private stock, Millers and Old Gold
Had the [unverified] sweater when the weather got cold

Oh
(Oh)
Dirty 38's was the tool that'll bless you
(Saturday Night Special)
O.G., niggas, God damn I miss 'em
Pumpin' Run-D.M.C. through the goose neck system

It don't matter, up or down hill, nigga
Nobody whoop ya ass like a Brownsville nigga
If you locked down, deceased or up in the bow
This is M.O.P., shout to your isle for the love

This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze

This is for the old school niggas from back in the day
When bubblegum soul was legit wit waves
Slick Money was a popular phrase
And we learned to let the pistol spark, bark and blaze

Back in the days, back in the days
I love it when we dream about the old, old, old school
Back in the days, back in the days
I really want to take it back to the way things used to be

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Old School - Lyrics - Me Against The World - 2pac

Title: Old School
Album: Me Against The World
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, John M Jr Buchanan, Maxwell Dixon, Donald Jerome Tillery, Carsten Schack

Lyric:
Here we go, we gonna send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx and Brooklyn and Staten Island
Queens and all the motherfuckers that laid it down the foundation
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Nuttin' but love for the old school
That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

I remember Mr. Magic Flash, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin', hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. and Rakim was the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show with Ricky D

And Red Alert was puttin' in work with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill, gettin' ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw with Daddy Kane
When De La Soul was puttin' Potholes in the game

I can't explain how it was, Whodini
Had me puffin' on that Buddha gettin' buzzed, 'cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock

Through my speaker Queen Latifah and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix to Stetsasonic
Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin' like the old school

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Yeah, it ain't nuttin like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Nuttin' like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

I had, Shell Toes and BVD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playin' skelly, ring to leavey or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch

I remember way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin' uptown
Freestylin' with some wild kids from Bucktown

Profilin, 'cause the hoochies was starin'
Thinkin' why them niggaz swearin'?
I'm wonderin' if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin' up the hall

Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young nigga tryin' to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breakin' nights, tryin' to keep it true
Out on the roof sippin' 90 proof, ain't nuttin' like the old school

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't ain't nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

Remember poppin' and lockin' to Kurtis Blow the name belts
And Scott La Rock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin' La-Di-Da-Di
Gamin' the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties

I remember breakdancin' to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he rocks the bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nuttin like the old school

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(It ain't nuttin like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(It ain't nuttin like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

Remember seein' Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin' party?
Member how fuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind
That's the old school to me, that's what I'm sayin'

I remember goin' places that motherfuckers was scared to say
They was from anywhere but Brooklyn
That shit was the bomb
Back in the motherfuckin' old school nigga

Remember skelly nigga, knockin' niggaz out the box, poppin' boxes?
Member stickball, member niggaz to run that shit like that?
Member the block
Remembers screamin' up at your mom from the window?

The ice cream truck, member all the mother
Member the Italian icey's yo?
Yo, remember the Italian icey's the Spanish niggaz comin' down
With the coconut icey's and shit?

I came through the door, said it before
That was the shit

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Soul Clap (Short Version) - Lyrics - Showbiz & A.G.

Title: Soul Clap (Short Version)
Artist: Showbiz & A.G.
Composer(s): Andre Barnes, Joseph L Kirkland, Rodney Lemay

Lyric:
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box

The Giant is greater so step back
I know you were told black about the Soul Clap
And I'ma keep climbin' G with beats that's fat
'Cause that's Showbiz and Diamond D

Don't believe all the hearsay
'Cause I'ma get the airplay
While the fans say, "Yeah, Dre?
And I'm on the lyrical tip

For you to whip the Giant
That'll be a miracle whip
So everybody crowd around
And let's all get down, to the Soul Clap sound

So pump your fist, here we go
Showbiz & A.G. so act like you know
A combination of the new and the old rap
Me Showbiz and Diamond D, yeah we got the Soul Clap

Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box

Aiyyo, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, I said, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, c'mon

I love hip-hop, not rock 'n' roll
Yeah, I'm a Giant, and I got lots of soul
I've been a Giant since I was a kid
They always thought I was big from the damage that I did

I roll up rappers like a DT and don't worry yo
Because the brothers can't see me
Light-skinned curly hair, I keep dwellin'
I don't care about my hair, my records are sellin'

A.G., my right hand man is Kay-Gee
Kenny Dope you know, Marley Marl is my little bro
Infinite he's in effect, Big Ty is snappin' necks
Better yet he's packin' tecs

Yeah, they sleep, they can't quite tell
They know that I'm short
But do they know that I fight well?
Those who diss me, that's okay

Because my jam is gonna slam
And I don't care what you say
A Giant in the mental, yeah you know that
And I'm hangin' with this new one
And it's called the Soul Clap

Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box

Aiyyo, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, I said, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, c'mon

I do work at any goddamn concert
And if you said that I didn't, then I got jerked
You musta asked the wrong people
'Cause when I make my stand
Every man knows that I'm lethal

Never back down, my crew's in the background
I get hyped when Showbiz lays the tracks down
When I'm finished, you'll say he's the mack
'Cause I'm raw and my goddamn beats are fat

Yeah, I'm a Giant, that's what you better say
You don't believe me then go check my resume
I done killed more suckers than a World War
And even more, after a world tour

From state to state, sea to sea
On every continent, I'm a G I A N T
I'm A.G. yeah the one you can't hold back
You want your party to pump?
Then throw on the Soul Clap

C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, I said can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, c'mon

Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box

Can, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon I said can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?

C'mon, can I, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?

C'mon, can I, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I, can I, can I get a Soul Clap?

C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, I said, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, c'mon

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Soul Food (Remix) - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Soul Food (Remix)
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Brandon K Bennett, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Patrick Brown, Cameron F Gipp, Rico Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett

Lyric:
My old boy from the point but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come true
Ain't got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every last Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed back to tha woods

Now I'm full as tick got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand obstacles but
Only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing niggas laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you say

It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to begin
Another chance to get further away from where I've been
But I'll never forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because
If I had went and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang that I did, different thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Sunday morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the stove ride
Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient
Spaghetti plus her monthly flow

They know they making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the driver seat

A heaping helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my jeans
Smoke steams from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not be fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable

Come and get yo' soul food, well well

Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit that door
With a mind full of attitude it was a line at tha beautiful
JJ's Ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem days when Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family looking for a little soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free

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Soul Food - Lyrics - Dirty South Classics - Goodie Mob

Title: Soul Food
Album: Dirty South Classics
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Brandon K Bennett, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Patrick Brown, Cameron F Gipp, Rico Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett

Lyric:
My old boy from the point but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come true
Ain't got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every last Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed back to tha woods

Now I'm full as tick got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand obstacles but
Only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing niggas laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you say

It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to begin
Another chance to get further away from where I've been
But I'll never forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because
If I had went and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang that I did, different thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Sunday morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the stove ride
Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient
Spaghetti plus her monthly flow

They know they making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the driver seat

A heaping helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my jeans
Smoke steams from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not be fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable

Come and get yo' soul food, well well

Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit that door
With a mind full of attitude it was a line at tha beautiful
JJ's Ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem days when Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family looking for a little soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free

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Orphans Of The Empire - Lyrics - Johnny Clegg &Amp; Savuka

Title: Orphans Of The Empire
Artist: Johnny Clegg &Amp; Savuka
Composer(s): Johnny Clegg

Lyric:
In ships, they came from Europe, across the salt sea
Come for the build and raise a colony
And in the jungle, green, their citadels did gleam
In tribute and homage to the old country
And soon their children grew and promised to be true
Orphans of an empire, their destiny

Hold me close, Africa, fill my soul, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa, let me in
Fill my soul, Africa, don?t let me go, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa, and remember me

Imperial gentleman, he built mighty walls
And in the jungle afternoon, he plays polo when he?s bored
He sips a gin and tonic and tells you confidentially
He wishes he understood the [Unverified]
But the shadows, they are lengthening and the sun, it must set
Bewildered and confused, he scurries home to his bed

Hold me close, Africa, fill my soul, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa, let me in
Fill my soul, Africa, don?t let me go, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa, and remember me

He cannot understand the soldiers, all at hand
For with guns you cannot fight a foe that dwells within
But the battle had begun and a soldier he?s become
Who can sing his litany?
It's a beggarman?s prayer or a string on the wind
Will that be all that lingers on the memory?

And who will remember that African December?
When he knelt before the colors and swore to do or die?
And he kissed his frightened lover, beneath the glowing embers
Of that dark, strange heaven, that ancient sky
Now he's gone to dust, just like all good soldiers must
But the mournful mutter of the battlefield still lingers in the air

So it's farewell sweet Caroline, farewell Elizabeth
Goodbye gentle ladies of the old order
And farewell to your islands carved upon this continent
Some England, some France and some Germany
Soon you will return to that dream across the sea
'Cause here is no more honey left for tea

Hold me close, Africa, fill my soul, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa, let me in
Fill my soul, Africa, don?t let me go, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa, and remember me

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One &Amp; Only - Lyrics - Mary Black

Title: One &Amp; Only
Artist: Mary Black
Composer(s): Scott Cutler, Anne Preven

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Lyric:
I do not see the way out
I do not really know how
Like a shot in the dark
Went your hallowed ground

Had you taken too much
Kept me well out of touch
And refused to let me go?

I cannot see to your pain
I do not hear you complain
You are now but a dot
In the pouring rain

You created this mess
Now I'm bent to your stress
And it seems to suit you well

One and only, two can be lonely
I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
In your eyes the storm surely rising up
Do do, do do, do do, do do

I do not see the way out
You cannot turn this around
Like a walk in the dark
You have weighed me down

I can't stand in your place
Can't take this away
It was all too good to be true

One and only, two can be lonely
I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
In your eyes a storm surely rising up
Do do, do do, do do, do do

Oh, you never talk about it
No, you never scream about it
You took a spirit young and whole
Turned this child into an old soul, old soul

One and only, two can be lonely
I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
In your eyes a storm surely rising up
Do do, do do, do do, do do

You never talk about it
No, you never scream about it
You covet things that you don't own
You turn this child into an old soul, old soul

One and only, two can be lonely
I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
In your eyes a storm surely rising up
Do do, do do, do do, do do

One and only, two can be lonely
I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
In your eyes a storm surely rising up
Do do, do do, do do, do do

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Hank & Lefty - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Hank & Lefty
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): A L Owens, Dallas Frazier

Lyric:
Daddy had a 1949 Ford
When I was just about ten years old
We would listen to 'Hank And Lefty' on the radio

Why don't you love me like you used to do?
And just look what thoughts will do
Old 'Hank And Lefty', raised my country soul

Now I learned how to sing and shuffle my shoes
Listenin' to Hank sing the lovesick blues
We never met old Hank but we was awful close

Cut my teeth on 'Always Late'
And, 'I Love You A Thousand Ways'
Old 'Hank And Lefty' raised my country soul

Daddy said, the hair on his neck would crawl
When old Hank sang about the light he saw
Hank sure put a whole lot of heart in the songs he wrote

Every time daddy got a little bit tight
Mom and dad's waltz would make him cry
Old 'Hank And Lefty' raised my country soul

Now I learned how to sing and shuffle my shoes
Listenin' to Hank sing the lovesick blues
We never met old Hank but we was awful close

Cut my teeth on 'Always Late'
And, 'I Love You A Thousand Ways'
Old 'Hank And Lefty' raised my country soul
Old 'Hank And Lefty' raised my country soul

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Country Cabin Itis - Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

Title: Country Cabin Itis
Artist: Tom T. Hall
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall

Lyric:
I have been to New York City, I have traveled there in style
It's a big convenient city but there ain't no country miles
I have put my hand inside the hands of men who could not see
What the singing of a bluebird means to me

I got that country cabin-itis in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble be, my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin-itis in my soul

Old wood burn stove fried chicken warm linoleum on the floor
Sunday preaching Monday cursing and the girl that lives next door
I have done some heavy thinking I have suffered with the load
Just like running barefoot down the gravel road

I got that country cabin-itis in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble, be my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin-itis in my soul

I have known myself when others never knew me much at all
Sometimes it was the gettin' up that hurt more than the fall
I am not concerned with money, I am not concerned with toys
It may tell you Jesus was a country boy

I got that country cabin-itis in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble, be my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin-itis in my soul

Got that country cabin-itis in my soul
It will comfort me in trouble, be my friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin-itis in my soul

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Same Old Thing - Lyrics - Iceman at Mount Fuji [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED] - Albert Collins

Title: Same Old Thing
Album: Iceman at Mount Fuji [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED]
Artist: Albert Collins
Composer(s): Albert Collins

Lyric:
Take a lot of entertainers, sing songs
'Bout the things they experienced in life
Some entertainers sing songs that they, ah
Seen other people experience in life

Well, I'm gonna tell you some of the things
I experienced in life
The old lady got mad with me the other night
Packed that overnight grip

Got the house by myself, just me and the dog
Sometime ya know that your animal layin' in the floor
Lookin' at you like, say, "Uh, you done messed up buddy"
It's that same old thing

Same old thing, baby, where ya been?
Said, ?Same old thing, woman, where ya been??
Been gone two days, today
I'm sittin' here all alone

I been waitin', babe
Waitin' by my telephone
Said, ?Same old thing, woman, where ya been??
It's that same old thing, baby, where ya been?

I been up all night, waitin' in vain
Without you baby, to get late, is same
Everytime I go through this, baby
We play that same old game

Now if I ever catch ya messin' around
Then there's no need to plead
Just send your soul on to Heaven
'Cause the rest is home to me

Same old thing, baby, where ya been?
It's same old thing, woman, where ya been?
Same old thing

Hey, my patience has run out
My love gone bad
I really started to leave ya woman but
But you're the best thing I ever had

Same old thing, woman, where ya been?
Same old thing, baby, where ya been?

I been up all night, waitin' in vain
Without you baby, it just ain't the same
Everytime I go through this thing with you
You play that same old game

Now if I ever catch you messin' around
There's no need to plead
Just send your soul on to Heaven
'Cause the rest belong to me

Said same old thing, baby, where ya been?
Said same old thing, baby
Woman, where ya been?

I was at Carol's house last night, no you wouldn't
Carol was over here, her and the baby last night, where ya gonna be?
Ya gotta find somethin' else, baby 'cause you know
I started to leave you but you the best thing I've ever had

Then I went by Mollie's house
No, hell no, Mollie called here lookin' for ya
You've got to come right with me, baby
No wigglin' of the hip

See the same old thing, baby
I done told you, no, don't do that to me, no mo'
'Cause I, I love you baby
I'm really in love wit' cha baby

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Same Old Thing [Version] - Lyrics - Iceman at Mount Fuji [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED] - Albert Collins

Title: Same Old Thing [Version]
Album: Iceman at Mount Fuji [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED]
Artist: Albert Collins
Composer(s): Albert Collins

Lyric:
Take a lot of entertainers, sing songs
'Bout the things they experienced in life
Some entertainers sing songs that they, ah
Seen other people experience in life

Well, I'm gonna tell you some of the things
I experienced in life
The old lady got mad with me the other night
Packed that overnight grip

Got the house by myself, just me and the dog
Sometime ya know that your animal layin' in the floor
Lookin' at you like, say, "Uh, you done messed up buddy"
It's that same old thing

Same old thing, baby, where ya been?
Said, ?Same old thing, woman, where ya been??
Been gone two days, today
I'm sittin' here all alone

I been waitin', babe
Waitin' by my telephone
Said, ?Same old thing, woman, where ya been??
It's that same old thing, baby, where ya been?

I been up all night, waitin' in vain
Without you baby, to get late, is same
Everytime I go through this, baby
We play that same old game

Now if I ever catch ya messin' around
Then there's no need to plead
Just send your soul on to Heaven
'Cause the rest is home to me

Same old thing, baby, where ya been?
It's same old thing, woman, where ya been?
Same old thing

Hey, my patience has run out
My love gone bad
I really started to leave ya woman but
But you're the best thing I ever had

Same old thing, woman, where ya been?
Same old thing, baby, where ya been?

I been up all night, waitin' in vain
Without you baby, it just ain't the same
Everytime I go through this thing with you
You play that same old game

Now if I ever catch you messin' around
There's no need to plead
Just send your soul on to Heaven
'Cause the rest belong to me

Said same old thing, baby, where ya been?
Said same old thing, baby
Woman, where ya been?

I was at Carol's house last night, no you wouldn't
Carol was over here, her and the baby last night, where ya gonna be?
Ya gotta find somethin' else, baby 'cause you know
I started to leave you but you the best thing I've ever had

Then I went by Mollie's house
No, hell no, Mollie called here lookin' for ya
You've got to come right with me, baby
No wigglin' of the hip

See the same old thing, baby
I done told you, no, don't do that to me, no mo'
'Cause I, I love you baby
I'm really in love wit' cha baby

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Lord Protect My Soul - Lyrics - Bill Monroe

Title: Lord Protect My Soul
Artist: Bill Monroe
Composer(s): Bill Monroe

Lyric:
Down life's highway
All alone I've trod, I always put my trust in God
But you'll find out that your silver and gold
Won't pay the price to protect your soul

Oh, I want the Lord to protect my soul
(Oh, I want the Lord, to protect my soul)
To lead me on to the heavens home
(To lead me on, to the heavens home)
My life down here will soon be o'er
(My life down here, will soon be o'er )
(I want the Lord)
And I want the Lord, to protect my soul

There's many a church down life's highway
Where the people sing, rejoice and pray
Why don't you stop at one and join the foll
And ask the Lord, to protect your soul

Oh, I want the Lord to protect my soul
(Oh, I want the Lord, to protect my soul)
To lead me on to the heavens home
(To lead me on, to the heavens home)
My life down here will soon be o'er
(My life down here, will soon be o'er )
(I want the Lord)
And I want the Lord to protect my soul

When this old world is doomed in sin
You'll cry, oh Lord, please let me in
But it'll be to late to make your goal
So ask the Lord, to protect your soul

Oh, I want the Lord to protect my soul
(Oh, I want the Lord, to protect my soul)
To lead me on to the heavens home
(To lead me on, to the heavens home)
My life down here will soon be o'er
(My life down here, will soon be o'er )
(And I want the Lord)
And I want the Lord to protect my soul

Oh, I want the Lord to protect my soul
(Oh, I want the Lord, to protect my soul)
To lead me on to the heavens home
(To lead me on, to the heavens home)
My life down here will soon be o'er
(My life down here, will soon be o'er )
(And I want the Lord)
And I want the Lord to protect my soul, my weary soul

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Shock Um Down - Lyrics - Warrior Soul

Title: Shock Um Down
Artist: Warrior Soul
Composer(s): Riccon Clarke Evans Mcclanaha

Lyric:
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
Yes, a merry old soul was he
Kick it on down, kick it on down
Kick it Pelham one, two, three

No one gets out, no one gets out
No one gets out of here
All you got, all you got
All you got is what you hear
Ah, shock um down

Walk this way, walk this way
And I'll tell ya what you got now
Got the torch? Got downtown?
And the man with the one eyeball

You got shee-a, you got shee-a
And I'm comin' for you today
Now I'm here, now I'm here
Chill pill is what I play
Ah, shock um down

Balls in the world, balls in the world
Balls in the world today
I got food, I got booze
And I got the money that can pay

Livin' in this country, livin' in this country
This is [unverified] where it's at
Got the guns, got the bombs
And we're good enough to kick your ass
Ah, shock um down

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Beat Up Ford - Lyrics - Jack Ingram

Title: Beat Up Ford
Artist: Jack Ingram
Composer(s): Jack Ingram

Lyric:
A young man drivin' down a dusty road
Like he's got somewhere to go
Drivin' like he's got a destination
Like he's got somewhere to go in that beat up ford

See there was a time when he was a young lost soul
He was chasin' butterflies and rainbows
'Til one day when he found his pot of gold
In the words of the young man who turned old

The old man said, "You gotta have a good imagination"
If you're gonna live the life of old
He said, "You got to drive that Ford like it's a Stallion
And you've got to wear your heart just like a gun"
The old man said, the old man said

The boy walked out with a new found hero
Yeah, the boy well he walked away a man
And he said to himself that, "Dusty day way down in Texas"
Well I'm never gonna walk this path again

The old man said, "You gotta have a good imagination"
If you're gonna live the life of old
He said, "You got to drive that Ford like it's a Stallion
And you've got to wear your heart just like a gun"
The old man said, the old man said

The boy walked out he was dreamin' of wild times
With old cowboys and broke down cattle lines
Now those fields are all but gone
His heart's still free and he rides on

The old man said, the old man said
The old man said, the old man said
The old man said

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Rock &Amp; Roll Soul - Lyrics - Grand Funk Railroad

Title: Rock &Amp; Roll Soul
Artist: Grand Funk Railroad
Composer(s): Mark Farner

Lyric:
We're having a party, yeah, yeah, everybody's invited
The new generation along with the old
If you could get with it just a little more, it don't take much tryin'
You'll find out if you've got some Rock & Roll Soul, baby

Ain't everybody in the world so when you know what you got
Let everybody know you got some Rock & Roll Soul
So so when you know what you got
Let everybody know you got some Rock & Roll Soul

I know it when I'm feelin' groovy
It's kind of funky like an old-time movie
I can feel it and it's really something
It's really something when my heart starts pumpin', yeah

Tell everybody you know you got some Rock & Roll Soul
Tell everybody you know you got some Rock & Roll Soul
Tell everybody you know you got some Rock & Roll Soul

Tell everybody you know you got some Rock & Roll Soul
Tell everybody you know you got some Rock & Roll Soul
Tell everybody you know you got some Rock & Roll Soul
Tell everybody you know you got some Rock & Roll Soul
Tell everybody you know you got some Rock & Roll Soul

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Where The Blacktop Ends - Lyrics - Keith Urban - Keith Urban

Title: Where The Blacktop Ends
Album: Keith Urban
Artist: Keith Urban
Composer(s): James Allen Ii Shamblin, Steve Noel Wariner

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Lyric:
Gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends

I'm lookin' down the barrel of Friday night
And ridin' on a river of freeway lights
A goodbye city I'm country bound
'Til Monday rolls around

Gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends

The workin' in the grind is an uphill road
I'm punchin' that clock and carryin' that load
I bust it all week and then I'm free
The weekend belongs to me

Gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends

So come on
Give me some fresh air give me that farm
Give me some time with you in my arms
Far away from the hustle and the pressure and the noise

Gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul, you betcha

Gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends

Where the blacktop ends
Where the blacktop ends

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Bury Me - Lyrics - Dwight Yoakam

Title: Bury Me
Artist: Dwight Yoakam
Composer(s): Dwight David Yoakam

Lyric:
Bury me along the big sandy
Down in those blue gray mountains
Rest my soul in those hills of coal
Until this old earth doesn't tremble

And don't you mourn for me when my soul is free
No woman, don't you cry
You just bury me along the big sandy
Under a blue Kentucky sky

This old town of sin, it's about to do me in
I don't know how much I can stand
With my knees on the street and my heart at their feet
I'm forced to beg from Satan's hand

So bury me along the big sandy
Down in those blue gray mountains
Rest my soul in those hills of coal
Until this old earth doesn't tremble

Don't you mourn for me when my soul is free
No woman, don't you cry
You just bury me along the big sandy
Under a blue Kentucky sky

When I came to this land I was strong and I could stand
Oh but now I've somehow gone astray
Yet I still see the truth in the teachings of my youth
And I know that the Lord ain't turned away

So bury me along the big sandy
Down in those blue gray mountains
Rest my soul in those hills of coal
Until this old earth doesn't tremble

Don't you mourn for me when my soul is free
No woman, don't you cry
You just bury me along the big sandy
Under a blue Kentucky sky
Under a blue Kentucky sky
Under a blue Kentucky sky

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