Song To Woody - Lyrics - Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

Title: Song To Woody
Album: Bob Dylan
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
I'm out here a thousand miles from my home
Walkin' a road other men have gone down
I'm seein' your world of people and things
Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
'Bout a funny old world that's comin' along
Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's dyin' and it's hardly been born

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things I'm sayin' and many times more
I'm singin' every song but I can't sing enough
'Cause there's not many men done the things that you done

Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly, too
And to all the good people that traveled with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind

I'm a-leavin' tomorrow but I could leave today
Somewhere down the road someday
The very last thing that I'd want to do
Is to say I'd been hittin' some hard travelin' too

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Worried Man Blues - Lyrics - Woody Guthrie

Title: Worried Man Blues
Artist: Woody Guthrie
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie

Lyric:
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long

I went across the river and I lay down to sleep
I went across the river and I lay down to sleep
I went across the river and I lay down to sleep
When I woke up I had shackles on my feet

Twenty-one links of chain around my leg
There was twenty one links of chain around my leg
Twenty-one links of chain around my leg
And upon each link there's an initial of my name

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long

I asked that judge, "What's gonna be my fine?"
Asked that judge, "Say, what's gonna be my fine?"
I asked that judge, "What's gonna be my fine?"
Said, "Twenty-one years on the Rocky Mountain mine"

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
Yes, it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long

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Nashville Grass (For Woody) - Lyrics - Big Sugar

Title: Nashville Grass (For Woody)
Artist: Big Sugar
Composer(s): Alex Patricia Johnson, Gordie Johnson, Gary Lowe

Lyric:
Someone tell me, do you know
Where did Allen Woody go and were you there?
I was told with great remorse
He fell off his rocking horse and landed in his chair

Southern daylight hurts my eyes
Standing under southern skies as I stare
Somewhere down in Tennessee
The scene was all too much for me to bear

All my good friends gather around
On the Nashville burial ground

Nashville grass that the sun burned brown
Ashes to ashes we all fall down
We all got to stand in the same judgment
For a lifetime lived and a lifetime spent

Nashville grass singing one more song
Carry him along, boys, carry him along
I saw these things come to pass
Standing on the Nashville grass

Standing in the Sunday suit
I saw his own black cowboy boots

Tell me someone, do you know
Where did Allen Woody go?
Were you there? Were you there?
I was there

Nashville grass that the sun burned brown
Ashes to ashes we all fall down
We all got to stand in the same judgment
For a lifetime lived and a lifetime spent

Nashville grass singing one more song
Carry him along, boys, carry him along
I saw these things come to pass
Standing on the Nashville grass

Nashville grass singing one more song
Carry him along, boys, carry him along
Got no [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

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Angel - Lyrics - Enter The Dru - Dru Hill

Title: Angel
Album: Enter The Dru
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, James Green

Lyric:
Yo yo, can y'all hear me out there?
Cool, cool, let me now introduce myself, Ladies and Gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like to take this time right here
To just first of all thank you all for taking the time out to listen to this album

Hope you're enjoying everything you hear so far
Right now I just think I need to dedicate this song
This next song coming up to every man and woman, boy or girl
Whoever and wherever you may be, who has ever been
In an relationship that just didn't quite work out

Also this song is dedicated to everybody who comes up to me
In all the clubs, supermarkets, airports
And everywhere else in the world asking me
"Woody, when you gon' do something, when they gon' let you sang?"

Not knowing that, man, I sung all of 'April showers'
A verse on 'All alone', a verse on '5 Steps'
And about half the songs on the album
But that's cool, y'all ain't know

Alright now I just want you to sit back, close your eyes
Kick your feet up and listen to this song right here
'Cuz this here is for y'all
Yo Smiley, you ready, let's do this

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Buffalo Skinners - Lyrics - Woody Guthrie

Title: Buffalo Skinners
Artist: Woody Guthrie
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie

Lyric:
Come all you old time cowboys
And listen to my song
Please do not grow weary
I'll not detain you long

Concerning some wild cowboys
Who did agree to go
Spend the summer pleasant
On the trail of the buffalo

I found myself in griffin
In the spring of '83
When a well known famous drover
Come walking up to me

Said, "How do you do, young fellow
Well, how would you like to go
And spend the summer pleasant
On the trail of the buffalo?"

Well, I being out of work right then
To the drover I did say
"Going out on the buffalo road
Depends on the pay"

If you will pay good wages
And transportation to and fro
I think I might go with you
On the hunt of the buffalo

Of course I'll pay good wages
And transportation too
If you will agree to work for me
Until the season's through

But if you do get homesick
And you try to run away
You will starve to death
Out on the trail and also lose your pay

Well with all his flattering talking
He signed up quite a train
Some 10 or 12 in number
Some able bodied men

Our trip it was a pleasant one
As we hit the Westward road
Until we crossed Old Boggy Creek
In Old New Mexico

There our pleasures ended
And our troubles all began
A lightening storm hit us
And made the cattle run

Got all full of stickers
From the cactus that did not grow
And the outlaws watching
To pick us off in the hills of Mexico

Well, our working season ended
And the drover would not pay
If you had not drunk too much
You are all in debt to me

But the cowboys never had heard
Such a thing as a bankrupt law
So we left that drover's bones to bleach
On the plains of the buffalo

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Take It Slow - Lyrics - Shawnna

Title: Take It Slow
Artist: Shawnna
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Leonard Andre Williams, B Wilson, Rashawnna Guy, Terry Claude Love

Lyric:
Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast

Look, I got the feelin? you been feinin? my body
I see us leaving the party, now tell me what you gon? do?
Somebody told me you been thinkin? about me
And I been thinkin? it probably could be me on you

So come on, shawty, we could creep into the bed
Get into some more freaky shit
Then we could go back to the crib
Take a look at how I live, take a sip
Let me show you how deep it get

Now we could do it real fast, we could do it slow
I like it when he make it last 'till he gotta go
He like the way I move that ass then I make it poke out
Then smoked out the Jag then we on the roll

And took a ride down Lake Shore Drive, stay so high
Flippin? through the city, nigga [Incomprehensible]
Stay so fly, I could take your guy
'Cause they know I got the bomb and that ain't no lie

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Look, I think I really need time to breathe
Because I know what we doin? ain't right
And he be on me every time I see him
Because he know me and dude ain't tight

He wanna see me in the middle of the night
Wanna fuck in the middle of the fight
We break up to make up but when we make love
He suck and he nibble and he bite

But I know I gotta chill 'cause now I'm seein? that it's real
That my dude checkin? all the phone bills just still
I know you got a girl who be all off in your grill
She be checkin? through your pages, stalkin? all at the crib, damn

Should of known what the shit might do
Fuckin? with a nigga like who
Go on in the Brans
Switchin? lanes in the midnight blue
So ya please gotta

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Luda, Ludacris don't play when it come to the sex
If it get too fast I'ma take it
A little slower, then speed it back up like Shaqille O'Neil
The back board, I'll break it

Take it, never fake it, shake it
Run around my house butt naked
If you throw it good enough
Big daddy might buy your ass a tennis bracelet

'Cause I got so much doe
I don't know what to do with it
Plus I got so much dro
I roll it up and let you hit it

Lay back, way back, stay back
Like Puff take that, take that, take that
Young Bobby V and Ludacris and Shawnna
Will make you hit that playback
Like four times, I'll co-sign
You so fine, let me hit it one more time

'Cause I got that goody good
And I think I shouldy should
Pack ya with the woody wood
I'm just so hoody hood

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I?ma

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'ma take control
If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow

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Z - Intro - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Intro
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter, Woody Cunningham

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Lyric:
It's the Dynasty niggaz as promised
The world's most infamous Roc-A-Fella Records
This is Roc La Familia
It's Young Hova, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek, Amil-lion
It's the Dynasty niggaz, 2000 to infinity
This is ghetto to ghetto, gutter to gutter
Street corner to street corner, project to project
Worldwide, walk with us niggaz
Hoffa, Dash, it's the Dynasty niggaz
Check it out
Uhh, walk with me, talk to me, yo

The theme song to the Sopranos
Plays in the key of life on my mental piano
Got a strange way of seein' life like
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin' I can go, just switchin' a spare
On the highway of life, nigga, it's sharp in my sight
Oh, keen senses ever since I was a teen on the benches

Everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
I would turn green, me, bein' in the trenches
Him, livin' adventureous, not worryin' about expenditures
I'm bravin' temperatures below zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
But I'm starvin' my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
Is startin' to darken my heart, 'bout to get to my liver
Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin' to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
Through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture

Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious
Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
Niggaz, say it's the dawn but I'm superstitious
Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin' is goin' as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz, actin' too suspicious
This is food for thought, you do the dishes

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Z - Intro (American Gangster) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Intro (American Gangster)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter, Woody Cunningham

Lyric:
It's the Dynasty niggaz as promised
The world's most infamous Roc-A-Fella Records
This is Roc La Familia
It's Young Hova, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek, Amil-lion
It's the Dynasty niggaz, 2000 to infinity
This is ghetto to ghetto, gutter to gutter
Street corner to street corner, project to project
Worldwide, walk with us niggaz
Hoffa, Dash, it's the Dynasty niggaz
Check it out
Uhh, walk with me, talk to me, yo

The theme song to the Sopranos
Plays in the key of life on my mental piano
Got a strange way of seein' life like
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin' I can go, just switchin' a spare
On the highway of life, nigga, it's sharp in my sight
Oh, keen senses ever since I was a teen on the benches

Everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
I would turn green, me, bein' in the trenches
Him, livin' adventureous, not worryin' about expenditures
I'm bravin' temperatures below zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
But I'm starvin' my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
Is startin' to darken my heart, 'bout to get to my liver
Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin' to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
Through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture

Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious
Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
Niggaz, say it's the dawn but I'm superstitious
Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin' is goin' as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz, actin' too suspicious
This is food for thought, you do the dishes

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What Are We Gonna Do - Lyrics - Enter The Dru - Dru Hill

Title: What Are We Gonna Do
Album: Enter The Dru
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): Tamir Ruffin, Shep Crawford, Ralph Cousin

Lyric:
Whispers passed in silence
Two lovers passing in the night
A love that?s left and hopeless
That can never survive

What are we gonna do?
What are they gonna say?
Where are we gonna go
When they find out?

What are we gonna do?
What are they gonna say?
Where are we gonna go
When they find out?

Sing your song, sing your song, sing your song
Really don?t know you well
Got to get to know me too
So see, we can make this work
Through your friends won?t approve

See, we can?t let them know
Exactly what?s going on
'Cuz they won?t understand
What we have between us

What are we gonna do?
What are they gonna say?
Where are we gonna go
When they find out?

What are we gonna do?
What are they gonna say?
Where are we gonna go
When they find out?

Woody, woody, woody, woody
I know we may be rushing
There?s no time to think it through
'Cuz when love overcomes your heart
There?s nothing you can do

Misery loves company
By now you should know
People always have advice about being together
When they?re all alone

I cry, I cry, I cry, late at night baby
Inside, inside my heart babe
I was all alone
Don?t you let no god damn body come near

And tear our love apart
'Cuz I love you girl
You?re all my world
So what are we gonna do

What are we gonna do?
I feel so afraid, babe
Feel like a baby
Just hold me darling

And let me know
I need to know
I?ve got to know
What are we, oh baby

What are we gonna do?
What are they gonna say?
Where are we gonna go
When they find out?

What are we gonna do?
What are they gonna say?
Where are we gonna go
When they find out?

What are we gonna do?
What are they gonna say?
Where are we gonna go
When they find out?

What are we gonna do?
What are they gonna say?
Where are we gonna go
When they find out?

What are we gonna do?
Oh well, well, well, well, well, well
Oh baby, well, well, well, well

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Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling?

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard?
Why am I walking, where am I running?
What am I saying, what am I knowing?
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words that I'm writing

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking?
What am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

You need something special, you need something special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks, your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing
That space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell that no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I cute?
Look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry"
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that!
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty that stuff ain't real!

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'?
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads?

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon at sundown

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I Guess I Planted - Lyrics - Billy Bragg

Title: I Guess I Planted
Artist: Billy Bragg
Composer(s): Billy Bragg, Woody Guthrie

Lyric:
I guess I planted some long lonesome seed of a song
Way down inside me long ago
And now I can't remember when it was
But it joined up with the rest of them and grows

It's such a little song it don't compare
With all your big ones you hear everywhere
But when it dawns way in the back of your mind
The big ones are made up of the little kind

Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now
Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now

I can't even start to look around me here
Without hearing this song
And seeing all of us first separated
Hurt apart and afraid

Hungry for the union
And so we kept on
Singing and working, fighting till we got it
And this is the big union song I guess I hear

Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now
Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now

We fought there at your place
We fought there on your ship
And I guess if you missed out on
The fight for our union

You missed out on one awful big step
Us people took

Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now
Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now

Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now
Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now

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I Guess I Planted - Lyrics - Wilco

Title: I Guess I Planted
Artist: Wilco
Composer(s): Billy Bragg, Woody Guthrie

Lyric:
I guess I planted some long lonesome seed of a song
Way down inside me long ago
And now I can't remember when it was
But it joined up with the rest of them and grows

It's such a little song it don't compare
With all your big ones you hear everywhere
But when it dawns way in the back of your mind
The big ones are made up of the little kind

Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now
Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now

I can't even start to look around me here
Without hearing this song
And seeing all of us first separated
Hurt apart and afraid

Hungry for the union
And so we kept on
Singing and working, fighting till we got it
And this is the big union song I guess I hear

Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now
Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now

We fought there at your place
We fought there on your ship
And I guess if you missed out on
The fight for our union

You missed out on one awful big step
Us people took

Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now
Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now

Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now
Union song, union battled
All added up, won us all what we got now

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I Ride An Old Paint - Lyrics - Woody Guthrie

Title: I Ride An Old Paint
Artist: Woody Guthrie
Composer(s): Cisco Houston

Lyric:
I ride an old Paint, I'm leadin' old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana just to throw the houlihan
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song
One went to Denver, the other went wrong
His wife, she died in a poolroom fight
But still he keeps singing from morning to night

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go

When I die, take my saddle from the wall
And put it on my pony and lead him from his stall
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairies that we love the best

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go

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The Forest - Lyrics - Bulletproof Wallets - Ghostface Killah

Title: The Forest
Album: Bulletproof Wallets
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis Coles, A Maman

Lyric:
I see buds that are green, red roses too
I see the blunts, for me and you
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world

It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys
Wonderland you should see it, chyo
Animated actors that become ya toys
Once you see it, don't believe, chyo

Aiyo, my wiz play the flute, I stroll through the forest like
Peace, pussies, trees, hello, how was your day?
Have you seen the prince?

Haven't seen him since
He pushed Humpty Da-Dumpty fell off the fence
The Smurfs fell out laughin', Heckle toe Jeckle at min
They took my medicade card, he's a good friend

Bugs still sniffin', Daffy Duck snitchin'
And heard that crazy Bird took the stand on the Simpson's
Bet you "My golly, oh glory" with a story to tell
Droopy got knocked, now he Muslim in jail

His name is Abdul, colorful, Snow White tattoo
She used to send him mad flicks in Cash Rule
And the cat too, old girl who's clackin' her shoes
And that wicked witch broke her broom, clappin' at school

It happens every night, I seen it, shoot outs in Jelly stone Park
Kermit had the whip, he did from the Narks
They bagged Woody, Shaggy shot dead in his hoodie
Tweety did the Bird, "I thaw, I thought I thaw a putty"

Ghost, please you don't even want to know
Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go
Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was savage
Bruto slapped, Magoto slapped out his glasses backwards

Magelity used to come to class wit rachets
He was known in the hood, plus good for his classics
Slashes, blast four-fifths, diamond cut, hollow point tips
Big Boy bustin' out his corduroy fix
Eleven, way beyond is little boy fit

Magoo, he gon' catch him at the teachers' conference
So later that week durin' open school night
Everybody there, saw open school fight
Blows is big, Olive Oil was pissed
The wolf was too, they murdered one of the pigs

He said, "What great big heat you have"
He replied, "Fuck my gun I'll eat you fast"
He said, "What great big teeth you have"
"Mothafu you better look at all the beef you have"

It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys
Wonderland you should see it, chyo
Animated actors that become ya toys
Once you see it, don't believe, chyo

After that though, Jerry, Tom's the cat, Ruther Rats
Riff rat, courageous cat, Jossie and the Pussycats
Porky Pig ripped shag, Elmer Fudd's double snub cartoon gat
Had sat in the back of the Hat, the hippos had O's
Wilma had fucked Johnny Bravo

Richie had his shit snatched then yapped at a live show
That bitch dollar boated yo, Astro screamed on Dino
That's what he gets for ass-betting Snoopy C-low
Goofy had kilos, big hole in his nose, wind blows

Heard he was Moe, and showed how he rolled
Peter Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed
She shot Ms. Piggy, she's superior on her set
Pippy Long Stocking had it poppin'

Her and Barney had an army out in pink house
The shit was rockin', guess who got rich and bounced?
Scrooge McDuck, he had an ounce
Ain't no money out in Candy Land, we out

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The City Put The Country Back In Me - Lyrics - Neal Mccoy

Title: The City Put The Country Back In Me
Artist: Neal Mccoy
Composer(s): Mike Geiger, Michael Huffman, Woody Mullis

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Lyric:
I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road
My every dream was to just grow up and go
Like a siren song those bright lights called my name
So I turned that country road into memory lane

Well, I hit that fast lane, it was paved with gold
But it wasn't long 'til my highbrow ways got old
I started missin' things that I thought I had left behind
'Til I found two swingin' doors underneath the neon sign

They were whirlin' and twirlin' to the fiddles and the steel guitar
Them city folk was drinkin' from Mason jars
I think I found what paradise might be
(Ooo)
The city put the country back in me

When you leave the farm, you don't have to leave your room
Just go on home and slip on them cowboy boots
Now it's the best of both worlds, all I'll ever need
The city put the country back in me

They were whirlin' and twirlin' to the fiddles and the steel guitar
Them city folk was drinkin' from Mason jars
Well, I think I found what paradise might be
(Ooo)
The city put the country back in me
Yea, the city put the country back in me

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Old Folkie - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Old Folkie
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
He's the man with the banjo and the 12-string guitar
And he's singing us the songs that tell us who we are
When you look in his eyes
You know that somebody's in there

Yeah, he knows where we're going and where we been
And how the fog is gettin' thicker where the future should begin
When you look at his life
You know that he's really been there

Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
You know, it's always the Old Folkie
They say he's always bleedin'
But whenever somebody's needing him
He's the one who cares

It's always the Old Folkie
Whenever something's burning
Or a lesson needs some learning
Or a tide that needs some turning
To a better world somewhere
Yeah, the old folkie's there

Yeah, for forty years now he's been pushin' on
Carrying the dream 'cause Woody's long gone
He's the last voice singing that
Bound for glory song

And if you never seen him you might take a look
He's the man who put the meaning in the music book
Yeah, the world may be tired
But Pete's still going strong

Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
You know, it's always the Old Folkie
They say he's always bleedin'
But whenever somebody's needing him
He's the one who cares

It's always the Old Folkie
Whenever something's burning
Or a lesson needs some learning
Or a tide that needs some turning
To a better world somewhere
Yeah, the old folkie's there

Still, what is the name that they're calling that man?
What is the name that they're calling that man?
You know, it's always the Old Folkie
They say he's always bleedin'
But whenever somebody's needing him
He's the one who cares

It's always the Old Folkie
Whenever something's burning
Or a lesson needs some learning
Or a tide that needs some turning
To a better world somewhere
Yeah, the old folkie's there
The old folkie's there

Don't you know he is there
He is there

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Surfin Safari - Lyrics - Collection - Beach Boys

Title: Surfin Safari
Album: Collection
Artist: Beach Boys
Composer(s): Mike Love, Brian Douglas Wilson

Lyric:
Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learnin' how
Come on and safari with me
Come on and safari with me

Early in the morning we'll be startin' out
Some honeys will be comin' along
We?re loadin' up our woody
With our boards inside
And headin? out, singin' our song

Come on baby wait and see
(Surfin', surfin' safari)
Yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
(Surfin', surfin' safari)
Come along girl wait and see
(Surfin', surfin' safari)
Yes, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me

Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learning how
Come on and safari with me
Come on and safari with me

Huntington and Malibu
They're shooting the pier
At Rincon they're walkin' the nose
We're goin' on safari to the islands this year
So if you're coming get ready to go

Come on baby, wait and see
(Surfin', surfin' safari)
Yes, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
(Surfin', surfin' safari)
Come along girl wait and see
(Surfin', surfin' safari)
Yes, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me

Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learnin' how
Come on and safari with me
Come on and safari with me

They?re anglin? in Laguna in Cerro Azul
They?re kickin' out in Doheny too
I tell you surfing?s mighty wild
It?s gettin' bigger every day
From Hawaii to the shores of Peru

Come on baby, wait and see
(Surfin', surfin' safari)
Yes, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
(Surfin', surfin' safari)
Come along girl wait and see
(Surfin', surfin' safari)
Yes, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me

Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learnin' how
Come on and safari with me
Come on and safari with me

Surfin' safari
(Yeah, me)
Surfin' safari
(With me)
Surfin' safari
(Yeah, me)
Surfin' safari
(With me)

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