Poor Boy Down - Lyrics - Mike &Amp; The Mechanics

Title: Poor Boy Down
Artist: Mike &Amp; The Mechanics
Composer(s): Chris Neil, Mike Rutherford

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Lyric:
He's a poor boy in his pocket
He's a poor boy in his shoes
He's done his time, he's stood in line
That boy has paid his dues

He ain't looking for a handout
He's just looking for a start
He don't hate anyone, he don't carry a gun
You can tell that kid is smart

So you can't keep that poor boy down
You can be unkind, you can rob him blind
But you can't keep that poor boy down
You can lie and cheat, you can chain his feet
But you can't keep that poor boy down

And all down throughout the ages
The kid's been treated rough
Just take a look in any history book
You can see that times were tough

Now we move up to the nineties
Up to the 21st
One day he'll stand a full grown man
And be the same as all of us

So you can't keep that poor boy down
You can lock him up
You can break his cup
But you can't keep that poor boy down

You can fight and steal, you can drag your heels
But you can't keep that poor boy down
You can kick his ass if the kid's got class
You can't keep that poor boy down

Let's stop the truck
Go back and pick him up
You can't keep that poor boy down
Let him go

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High Priest Of Rhythmic Noise - Lyrics - All Shook Up - Cheap Trick

Title: High Priest Of Rhythmic Noise
Album: All Shook Up
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
High priest of rhythmic noise
Living inside of me
I have been goin' round in circles
And I've considered first degree

Just a singer in a mind choir
Lives on harmony
If the song don't change the choir won't sing
Won't sing the same song forever

It's such a pity
What's a poor boy to do?
It's such a pity
What's a poor boy to do?

You look strange, that's what I like
You look strange like me
Fit to be tied, a little bedtime story
Next position, please

Just a singer in a mind choir
Lives on harmony
If the song don't change the choir won't sing
Won't sing the same song forever

It's such a pity what's a poor boy to do?
It's such a pity what's a poor boy to do?
It's such a pity what's a poor boy to do?
When the high priest of rhythmic noise is in there with you

Don't give up, get out, get down
(Forever is a long long time)
Don't stand up, shut up, sit down
(You're strange, that's what I like)
Don't make a move till you hear that sound
(I'm just a singer in a mind choir)
Don't give up, get out, get down
(High priest of rhythmic noise)

Just a singer in a mind choir
And live on old harmony
If the songs don't change the choir won't sing
Won't sing the symphony

Forever is a long long time
If you get the third degree
I'm a [Incomprehensible] little tiny plastic pills
From my little plastic brain

It's such a pity what's a poor boy to do?
It's such a pity what's a poor boy to do?
It's such a pity what's a poor boy to do?
When the high priest of rhythmic noise is inside of you

Don't give up, get out, get down
(Forever is a long long time)
Don't stand up, shut up, sit down
(You're strange, that's what I like)
Don't make a move till you hear that sound
(I'm just a singer in a mind choir)
Don't give up, get out, get down
(High priest of rhythmic noise)

Don't give up, get out, get down
(Forever is a long long time)
Don't stand up, shut up, sit down
(You're strange, that's what I like)
Don't make a move till you hear that sound
(I'm just a singer in a mind choir)
Don't give up, get out, get down
(High priest of rhythmic noise)

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Mexican Hardcore - Lyrics - Never Seen the Light of Day - Mando Diao

Title: Mexican Hardcore
Album: Never Seen the Light of Day
Artist: Mando Diao
Composer(s): Bjorn Dixgard, Gustaf Noren

Lyric:
Went to New Mexico with dependencies and lies
You met a girl that smacked you in your bed
She said in June you?ll find me but in August I?ll be gone
And I will leave you crying on the ground

And the rings we switched I melt them down to pure gold
I pawned them yesterday, they?re gone
All your tries won?t make me jealous anyway
So don?t try to find me, babe, my love is dead

She?s got hot finger tips, got a jacket pin, it?s a twiggy
Hot murderess on the main street hunts you down
And all the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
Hot silver, she was just too much, poor boy

It?s time to go now ?cause she just stabbed you on the floor
With a knife she broke off in your mind
Take your time and you will see what I mean when I say strike
Hold on, girl, you cannot comfort me

And the rings we switched I melt them down to pure gold
I pawned them yesterday, they?re gone
All your tries won?t make me jealous anyway
So don?t try to find me, babe, my love is dead

Hot finger tips, got a jacket pin, it?s a twiggy
Hot murderess on the main street hunts you down
And all the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
All the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
Hot silver, she was just too much, poor boy

And the rings we switched I melt them down to pure gold
I pawned them yesterday, they?re gone
All your tries won?t make me jealous anyway
So don?t try to find me, babe, my love is dead

She?s got hot finger tips, got a jacket pin, it?s a twiggy
Hot murderess on the main street hunts you down
And all the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
All the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
Hot silver, she was just too much, poor boy

My poor boy
My poor boy
You?re my poor boy

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John Hardy - Lyrics - The Gun Club

Title: John Hardy
Artist: The Gun Club
Composer(s): Jeffrey Lee Pierce

Lyric:
Well, John Hardy was a vicious little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot down a man on the West Virginia line
I see John Hardy gettin' away, poor boy
See John Hardy gettin' away

Well, John Hardy went up to that free stone bridge
Where there, he thought he was free
A dare the man, who called nobody his own
Said, "Johnny come and go with me", poor boy
Johnny come and go with me

John Hardy had a pretty little wife back home
The dress that she wore was blue
She come to the jail house with a loud shout
Said, "Johnny, I've been true to you", poor boy
"Johnny, I've been true to you", she said

John Hardy sent out to the East Coast
Sent for his folks to come and go his bail
But there was no bail allowed for the murderin' man
They sent John Hardy back to jail, poor boy
Sent John Hardy back to jail, back now

Who's going to shoe your pretty little feet
Who's gonna glove your hand
Who's gonna kiss your rosy red cheeks
It's gonna be that steel drivin' man, poor boy
"Be that steel drivin' man", she said

Now sittin' alone there in his cell
Now tears are rolling down his eyes
He's been the death of many, a poor man
And now, he is ready to die, poor boy
Now he is ready to die

Singin' "I've been to the east, I've been to the west"
I've seen this whole wide world around
I've been to the river and I've been baptized
Take me to my hanging in the ground, poor boy
"Take me to my hanging in the ground", she said

I [Incomprehensible] poor boy, poor boy

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Angry Boy - Lyrics - Cree Summer

Title: Angry Boy
Artist: Cree Summer
Composer(s): Cree Summer, Torrell Ruffin

Lyric:
Blending his grin into a sneer
Up to his neck in ancient shit
He'd make a real good military beast
But I'm afraid that's about it

Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out
Angry boy
(Angry boy)
He would rather kill than find a cure for it
Poor boy

But she'll lay you down, hold you close
'Neath her wings it's alright, she'll take care of you

He stopped looking up at what might have been
He left no room to turn around and change
He's waiting for the panic to set in
He's hunting around for pain

Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out
Angry boy
(Angry boy)
He would rather kill than find a cure for it
Poor boy

But she'll lay you down, hold you close
'Neath her wings it's alright, she'll take care of you

He's got soft words, well, he will slug you with

But she'll lay you down, hold you close
'Neath her wings it's alright
(It's alright, it's alright)

But she'll lay you down, hold you close
'Neath her wings it's alright
(It's alright, it's alright)

But she'll lay you down, hold you close
Beneath her wings it's alright
(It's alright, it's alright)

But she'll lay you down, hold you close
'Neath her wings it's alright, she'll take care of you

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Dog Face Boy - Lyrics - MotÖrhead Today - MotÖRhead

Title: Dog Face Boy
Album: Motörhead Today
Artist: MotÖRhead
Composer(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister, Micael Kiriako Delaoglou, Philip Anthony Campbell, Richard Burston Michael

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Lyric:
Big-time, poor boy, out your pain again
Jet plane, outside looking for another friend
O my, look out, give it up, twist and shout

Dog-face boy, dog-face boy
Werewolf hero, pride and joy
Dog-face boy, dog-face boy
Canine weirdo, dog-face boy

Get down, damn straight, fall out, night and day
No class, uptight, where you gonna stay
Shoot straight, home base, get down, win the race

Dog-face boy, dog-face boy
Werewolf hero, pride and joy
Dog-face boy, dog-face boy
Wolfman zero, dog-face boy

Stay out, gone home, right on, make it back
Get down, be still, make it up, heart attack
Do right, main squeeze, back down on your knees

Dog-face boy, dog-face boy
Werewolf hero, pride and joy
Dog-face boy, dog-face boy
Full moon weirdo, dog-face boy

Dog-face boy, dog-face boy
Werewolf hero, pride and joy
Dog-face boy, dog-face boy
Wolfman zero, dog-face boy

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Poor Boy - Lyrics - Bullet - Mat Kearney

Title: Poor Boy
Album: Bullet
Artist: Mat Kearney
Composer(s): Mathew William Kearney, Robert L Marvin

Lyric:
Like a breath of fresh air and the wind at my back
Toe to heel with strong strides taking miles off the map
In this journey called life where I've walked so far
Under the heat of your sun and the shine of your stars

Step by step I've crept, I've crawled and I've run
Felt the palm of your hand and the barrel of death?s gun
I ran for my life stood strong through strife
From a miscarried life to waiting for my wife like

I heard it sung a thousand strong all night long
Heard heaven?s bell going something long
It?s like I've been there in total despair
Now I've tasted and I've touched a breath of fresh air

'Cause I do live and I hope and pray
For something better and brighter today
For something there for something there

'Cause I was just a poor boy living in a poor world
But you gave me more love that set me free
'Cause I was just a poor boy living in a poor world
But you have gave me more love that set me free

Like road trips on open roads
Windows down sun setting and fresh new clothes
Shoes off so you can stop reflect on all these paths unfolding
With these staffs that are pulling in this world so controlling

It's not always best to take the interstate
Sometimes the most is on the windy coast way
'Cause wide is the path pulling astray
Narrow is the truth in these days
But all the while I hear a still small voice say

You climbed the cliffs rocked the desert on your very own
Swam the seas, sang the songs with the sweetest tones
The beaches you've combed, moons you've roamed
The love you've shown but all the while a voice calls you home

'Cause I do live and I hope and pray
For something better and brighter today
For something there for something there

'Cause I was just a poor boy living in a poor world
But you gave me more love that set me free
'Cause I was just a poor boy living in a poor world
But you have gave me more love that set me free

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Hey Mr. Millionaire - Lyrics - Zz Top

Title: Hey Mr. Millionaire
Artist: Zz Top
Composer(s): Joe Hill, William F Gibbons, Frank Lee Beard

Lyric:
I went down across that borderline
Down in the planet Mexico
Bought some Tequila
Big sack o' whack
I let go of the peso I couldn't get back

Hey Mr. Millionaire
Hey Mr. Millionaire
Can you loan this poor boy a dime?

I walked down across the borderline
Way over planet London
I bought a Rolls Royce an' a Jaguar
It's doesn't not matter how rich you are

Hey Mr. Millionaire
Hey Mr. Millionaire
Can you loan this poor boy a dime?

I moved on across that borderline
Deep off th' planet Louisiana
Threw some dice
It was oh, so nice
But it left me eatin' red beans and rice

Hey Mr. Millionaire
Hey Mr. Millionaire
Could you loan this poor boy a dime?
Hey Mr. Millionaire
Hey Mr. Millionaire
Loan this poor boy a dime
Loan this poor boy a dime
Turn yourself into a banker

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Down On The Corner - Lyrics - Jed - Goo Goo Dolls

Title: Down On The Corner
Album: Jed
Artist: Goo Goo Dolls
Composer(s): Robbie Takac, George Tutuska, John Rzeznik

Lyric:
Early in the evening, just about supper time
Over by the courthouse, they're startin' to unwind
Poor kids on the corner, tryin' to bring you up
Willie picks a tune out and he knows they gonna start

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Johnny hits the washboard, people just gotta smile
Robby thumbs a gut-bass and solos for a while
Poor boy brings the rhythm on his Kalamazoo
And Willie goes into a dance, doubles on kazoo, hey

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

You don't need a penny just to hang around
But if you got a nickel, won't ya lay your money down?
Over on the corner, there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
...

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Down On The Corner - Lyrics - Creedence Gold - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Title: Down On The Corner
Album: Creedence Gold
Artist: Creedence Clearwater Revival
Composer(s): John Fogerty

Lyric:
Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the courthouse they're startin' to unwind
Four kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poor Boy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo
And Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo

Down on the corner out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

You don't need a penny just to hang around
But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down?
Over on the corner there's a happy goal
People come from all around to watch the magic boy

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'

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Man With The Money - Lyrics - Who

Title: Man With The Money
Artist: Who
Composer(s): Phil Everly, Don Everly

Lyric:
She wants a man with lots of money
Not a poor boy
He buys her things she calls him honey
She calls me poor boy
What good could it do
To give a love pure and true
When any fool could understand
She thinks that money makes the man

She wants a man with lots of money
Not a poor boy
She wants the things she'll buy with money
Not a poor boy
A man with money, man with money, man with money

Just down the street
I know a place
When there asleep
I'll cover my face
I'll break the lock, open the door
I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store

Then I'll be a man with lots of money
Not a poor boy
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey
Not a poor boy
A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money

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Walk On, Boy - Lyrics - Doc Watson

Title: Walk On, Boy
Artist: Doc Watson
Composer(s): Wayne P. Walker Mel Tillis

Lyric:
Walk on, boy

I was born one mornin'
Rain was pourin' down
I heard my mammy say to my pappy
"Let's call him John Henry Brown"
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk)

Walk on down the road
Ain't nobody in the whole wide world
Gonna help you carry your load
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk)

Well, I left home one evenin'
Just about the age of ten
Got me a job way down on the levee
Totin' water to the hardworkin' men
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk)

Walk on down the road
Ain't nobody in the whole wide world
Gonna help you carry your load
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk)

The rich man makes all the money
The poor man does all the work
While the rich man's livin' mighty high on a horse
Well, the poor boys are livin' on dirt
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk)

Walk on down the road
Ain't nobody in the whole wide world
Gonna help you carry your load
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk)

My old pappy told me just one thing to do
You gotta find a good woman, be good to her
And she gonna be good to you
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk)

Walk on down the road
Ain't nobody in the whole wide world
Gonna help you carry your load
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk)

I know y'all heard the story
'Bout the hammer that weighed nine pound
Well, the man that swung that hammer on the mountain
Was a fella named John Henry Brown
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk)

Walk on down the road
Ain't nobody in the whole wide world
Gonna help you carry your load
Walk on, boy
(Walk, walk, walk)

Just keep on walkin'
(Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk)
Feet draggin', back achin',
(Walk, walk, walk)
But keep on walkin'

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Down In The City - Lyrics - L.A. Guns - L.A. Guns

Title: Down In The City
Album: L.A. Guns
Artist: L.A. Guns
Composer(s): Tracii Guns, Kelly Nickels, Steve Riley

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Lyric:
Boy shoots a gun, a girl looks for fun
Runnin' wild in the Hollywood streets
Shakedown, all around, lay your dirty money down
Can't always get what you need

Midnight, cool, right, die in the moonlight
Cure for the social disease
Sex fiends, acid queens, livin' on a bad dream
This town never sleeps

Down in the city
Givin' you what you need
Down in the city
Make your poor heart bleed

Livin' by the trigger, always better if it's bigger
Won't catch me down on my knees
Shake it down, lay it down, Sin City all around
Hollywood's the city of sleaze

Loose change, no name, lookin' for a fast way
To make it to the top of the heap
Face down, gutter bound, laughin' at the poor clown
Walkin' on his name in the street

Down in the city
Give you what you need
Down in the city
Make your poor heart bleed

Boy shoots a gun, a girl looks for fun
Runnin' wild in the Hollywood streets
Shakedown, all around, lay your dirty money down
You can't always get what you need

Loose change, no name, lookin' for a fast way
To make it to the top of the heap
Face down, gutter bound, laughin' at the poor clown
Walkin' on his name in the street

Down in the city
Give you what you need
Down in the city
Make your poor heart bleed

Down in the city
Give you what you need
Down in the city
It's good enough for me

You're gonna burn

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Counting Out Time - Lyrics - Lamb Lies Down On Broadway - Genesis

Title: Counting Out Time
Album: Lamb Lies Down On Broadway
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Phil Collins, Anthony Banks, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett, Michael Rutherford

Lyric:
I'm counting out time
Got the whole thing down by numbers
All those numbers give my guidance
Oh Lord, I need that now

The Day of Judgment's come
And you can bet that I've been resting
For this testing
Digesting every word the experts say

Erogenous zones I love you
Without you, what would a poor boy do?

Found a girl I wanted to date
Thought I'd better get it straight
Went to buy a book before it's too late
Don't leave nothing to fate

I've studied every line, every page in the book
Now I've got the real thing here
I'm gonna take a look
Take a look, look, look, look, look

I'm counting out time
Hoping it goes like I planned it
'Cause I understand it
Look! I've found the hot spots, figures 1 to 9

Still counting out time
I've got my finger on the button
Don't say nothin' just lie there still now
And I'll get you turned on just fine

Erogenous zones I love you
Without you, what would a poor boy do?

Touch and go with 1 to 6
Bit of trouble in zone number 7
Gotta remember all my tricks
There's heaven ahead in number 11

Getting crucial responses
With dilation of the pupils
"Honey get hip, it's time to unzip
To unzip zip, zip, zip-a-zip, whippee!"

Move over Casanova

Oh, I'm counting out time
Reaction none too happy, please don't slap me
I'm a red-blooded male
And the book said I could not fail

I'm still counting out time
I got unexpected distress from my mistress
I'll get my money back
From the bookstore right away

Erogenous zones I question you
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, mankind hand kinds through the blues, hey

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Loser'S Lounge - Lyrics - Ringo Starr

Title: Loser'S Lounge
Artist: Ringo Starr
Composer(s): Bobby Pierce

Lyric:
There's a honky tonk in this town
They call the loser's lounge
And I guess, I'm a charter member, you could say

Since love has turned me down
Nothin' to do but hang around
And listen to all the fools who come to say

That life is full of heartaches for a poor boy
'Cause a bank roll can turn his woman's head around
Ain't no use to try and run away or move to another town
'Cause any where a poor boy goes there's a loser's lounge

Had a real good friend named Sam
Said, he just couldn't understand
Why in the world his sweet love let him down

But a rich man caught her eye
He had the money for things to buy
Now there's a brand new member
Down at the loser's lounge

Life is full of heartaches for a poor boy
'Cause a bank roll can turn his woman's head around
Ain't no use to try and run away or move to another town
'Cause any where a poor boy goes there's a loser's lounge

Oh yeah

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I Got Stripes - Lyrics - At Folsom Prison - Johnny Cash

Title: I Got Stripes
Album: At Folsom Prison
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Johnny Cash, Charlie Williams

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Lyric:
On a Monday, I was arrested, uh, huh
On a Tuesday, they locked me in the jail, poor boy
On a Wednesday, my trial was attested
On a Thursday, they said, guilty and the judge's gavel fell

I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains them chains they're about to drag me down

On a Monday, got my striped britches, uh, huh
On a Tuesday, got my ball and chain, poor boy
On a Wednesday, I'm workin' diggin' ditches
On a Thursday, Lord I'd begged them not to knock me down again

I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains them chains they're about to drag me down

On a Monday, my momma come to see me, uh, huh
On a Tuesday, they caught me with a file, poor boy
On a Wednesday, I'm down in solitary
On a Thursday, Lord, I start on bread and water for a while

I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains them chains they're about to drag me down

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Kite 2 Da Boys - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Kite 2 Da Boys
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Jeffrey Thompkins

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Lyric:
Caught up, Dirty Game
Nigga I deal wit' it though, you know
Shit ain't easy out there on them streets boy, you know
Y'all niggaz watch yo ass boy, hold it down, fo' 'sho

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

What up dogg hope you chillin' 'cuz I ain't
I wish I could be out with the boys but I can't
I really don't know what kinda time a nigga facin'
Can't get a bond 'cuz I ain't cooperatin'

So I'ma strap down they gone take me for a ride
You'll look out for my shit while a nigga on the inside
Been here before so it really ain't shit
You'll let me know what's goin' on in the streets and what's sum flix

Probably get a buzz when I think you got this letter
Shit is at it's worse and it can only get better
I be holla'n at my lawyer and he be tryin' to work su'um
But I ain't copin' out shit 'cuz they ain't got nothin'

Just maintain here waitin' for a court date
Don't need no loot 'cuz my commencer's straight
And give a wuss up to the boys 'round the way
I'm shootin' you this kite on the 9th day of May

My dogg had a b-day I hope his shit was straight
But when I hit the streets it'll be to late to celebrate
Just hold the fort down 'cuz your boy gone be alright
Right now I'm doin' 500 push ups every nite

My shit be on tight feelin' like my shit gone burst
And I'm lock down on nigga merc from off the turf
That nigga dats just [unverified] tell the boys peace
A couple Otha niggaz we know from off the street

I would say they names but you prolly wouldn't know 'em
But I bet chu'd recognize these cats if you saw 'em
We got shit locked so you know your dogg straight
I'll write you page 2 when we take a smoke break nigga wut

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

Yeah, boy nigga back after I smoked 1
And this FD fuckin' C shit ain't no joke son
They have a nigga locked down all day
And the only outside a nigga see is the hallway

No bitchez
You know da ones they got on the streets in pictures
The whole thing operatin' on snitchez, witchez
Why I don't talk 'bout mah case

You nosy ass niggaz tryin' to be up in a niggaz face
Muthafuckaz better back off me
These niggaz try to act soft, [unverified] in they rooms tryin' to jack off
Poor fucka run around and catch a new charge

To many niggaz flaw talkin' 'bout how dey live large
And to use the fone it be a long line
But I just whup oneofdez wannabes down b4 they fone time
'Cuz I'ma be here a lot more days

And ain't nothin' up in this thang but niggaz and o-yay's
And a couple crackaz who robbed banks
Da Otha day my nigga swallowed some balloons and got a nigga dank
We was gettin' all serious on the rec y'all

Gotta be careful 'cuz them guards be sweatin' hard
Or them jealous ass grampus might snitch
So ya gotta break 'em a 'lil picture get shook down
These muthafuckas out to keep me

But I'm shill 'cuz I still my ole girl weekly
'Wit my 'lil sisters and my 2 kids
But I'm out boy I gotta do this bid I'm holla though
Catch y'all niggaz on the turf

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

Boy I can't wait to get up out this shit
This muthafuckin' institution life's a bitch
Police tell you when to eat and sleep
Shit just creep a nigga miss the streets

Always get strip searched right out the vizo
Lost that right 'cuz I slapped up my hizo
Fuck that nigga ain't about dis shit
A nigga gotta stay the fuck out this bitch
Know what I'm sayin'

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

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Poor Poor Pitiful Me - Lyrics - Linda Ronstadt

Title: Poor Poor Pitiful Me
Artist: Linda Ronstadt
Composer(s): Warren Zevon

Lyric:
Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting on the double E
But the train don't run by here no more
Poor, poor pitiful me

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me

Well, I met a man out in Hollywood
Now I ain't naming names
Well he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James

Yes, he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
Put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a waring blender

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe woe is me

Well, I met a boy in the Vieux Carres
Down in Yokohama
He picked me up and he threw me down
He said, "Please don't hurt me, mama"

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe woe is me

Poor, poor, poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor, poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor, poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me

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Down On The Corner - Lyrics - The Long Road Home: Ultimate John Fogerty Creedence Collection - John Fogerty

Title: Down On The Corner
Album: The Long Road Home: Ultimate John Fogerty Creedence Collection
Artist: John Fogerty
Composer(s): John Fogerty

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Lyric:
Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the court house they're starting to unwind
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

You don't need a penny just to hang around
But if you've got a nickel won't you lay your money down?
Over on the corner there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

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You Are Not Needed Now - Lyrics - Townes Van Zandt

Title: You Are Not Needed Now
Artist: Townes Van Zandt
Composer(s): Townes Van Zandt

Lyric:
Well, the birds were talking all at once
And the old man moving down his lawn
He didn't look like much too bad a guy
And I was thinkin' hang on, man, something's wrong
Your blues they do seems to be gone
Heaven ain't bad but you don't get nothing done

Lay down your head a while
You are not needed now, you are not needed now

Well, Allison laid a hex on me
And every time I turn around
It's swimming through the air above my bed
I told Miss Higgs and she said fine
As long as you're back in your room on time
I keep you clean and the girls will keep you fed

Lay down your head with mine
You are not needed now and we got things to do

Well between the blankets made of wool
The trains go by every half an hour
And the body can get no restin' done, that's true
So I spend my time as best I can
Thinkin' big and making plans
And wondering where them trains are rolling to

Lay down your head poor boy
Feel how the ground does move and hear how them drivers sing

Well, goodbye friends, it's time to close
Everybody knows that's the way it goes
And where was it you lived in case I'm ever there
Well, three doors down and two behind
And it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes
Don't let it fool you into thinkin' you down care

Lay down your head and fly
And I'll quietly pass you by you won't even see me go

Well if I thought about it long enough
I just might make some kind of move
Watchful lies are too hard on the soul
With the smoke house just across the way
And it's fog upon the light of day
That would be hard but comin' up with where to go

Lay down your head poor boy
And feel how the ground does move, hear how them drivers sing
And what now, my darling one, go find a little fun
You are not needed now

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