Southern Rains - Lyrics - Mel Tillis

Title: Southern Rains
Artist: Mel Tillis
Composer(s): Roger Alan Murrah

Lyric:
Sometimes my soul gets weary and my mind begins to wonder
And like that old train 'The Hummingbird' it goes to Alabama
They say home is where the heart is and mine is down in Dixie
And when you go down to Dixie you're heading for higher ground

(Southern rain)
Blowing from the coast of Mississippi
(Southern rain)
I fell better when those southern waters hit me
I can't get into Jordan seven times to easy the pain
But I can pray for help and hope for southern rain

(Southern rain)
Like the sunshine it's a blessing sent from heaven
(Southern rain)
They can wash away your cares if you let them
You may not believe my story and you may think I'm insane
But they're the closest thing to home those southern rains

Austick is a peeling that a body can't get over
There's no such thing as healing and it won't go away with time
When were young we want to get away when we're old we want to go back
And we spend our lives replacing all the things we leave behind

(Southern rain)
Blowing from the coast of Mississippi
(Southern rain)
I fell better when those southern waters hit me
I can't get into Jordan seven times to easy the pain
But I can pray for help and hope for southern rain

(Southern rain)
Like the sunshine it's a blessing sent from heaven
(Southern rain)
They can wash away your cares if you let them
You may not believe my story and you may think I'm insane
But they're the closest thing to home those southern rains

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Southern Rain - Lyrics - Black Eyed Man - Cowboy Junkies

Title: Southern Rain
Album: Black Eyed Man
Artist: Cowboy Junkies
Composer(s): Michael Edward Timmins

Lyric:
The flies have quit their buzzing
Even Bear has stopped his barking
They all sense something brewing
Up the James and headed this way

Bobby sips his morning coffee
Says I'll be finished with the funnies
Looks like a storm's coming honey
Guess we'll have to stay in bed today

Yeah, I've heard that into every life
A little of it must fall
If there's any truth to the saying
Lord, let it be a southern rain

Marie was born in Macon Georgia
She met a west coast lawyer
He plucked that sweet magnolia
And carried her to the hills of west L.A.

She said, "I never thought I'd tire of a dollar
But this life has grown so hollow
Every night there's lipstick on his collar
And every morning I wash it away"

She heard that into every life
A little of it must fall
So she spends her evenings praying
For a little of that southern rain

Cars alive on city streets
Of sparkling black water
Like waves beneath my window
Never break just roll away

Tonight, this rain will be my lullaby
These cars, my dreams
To carry me home to stay

The wipers beat a rhythm
Truck spray obscures my vision
But I'm closing in on my destination
Two more hours and I'll be at your door

But it will never cease to amaze me
How a little rain can drive folks crazy
When I'd trade all my clear skies gladly
For your blue eyes, your crooked smile
And a steady downpour

And I've heard that into every life
A little of it must fall
But you'll never catch me complaining
About too much of that southern rain

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Right On Time - Lyrics - Willard Grant Conspiracy

Title: Right On Time
Artist: Willard Grant Conspiracy
Composer(s): Paul R. Austin, Robert N. Fisher

Lyric:
I've never seen a sky
As flat as this one
As flat as the brown earth
Beneath our feet

I've never seen a horizon
As dim as this one
It's hundred and ten in the street

And it's summer time again
In southern California
As fabled as any land ever known

And inside this house
With bars on the window
We won't get shown
The rest of the world

Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Right on time

Well, out here, there's a
Riot waiting to happen
A whole lot of people
They will be hurt

There's just too many of us
Thrown together
On the seven square miles of dirt

Inside this house
It's cool and dark
We keep the lights off
'Cause it, it hurt our eyes

And out in the backyard
Sun bakes the earth
Out by the old garage

Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Right on time

Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds

Here come the rain birds
Right on time, right on time
Right on time, right on time

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You Won'T Be Lonely Now - Lyrics - Southern Rain - Billy Ray Cyrus

Title: You Won'T Be Lonely Now
Album: Southern Rain
Artist: Billy Ray Cyrus
Composer(s): John Bettis, Brett James

Lyric:
I know you seen all your dreams turn to dust
I know your hearts been left in the rain to rust
But you wont be lonely now

I see the long trail of tears in your eyes
Back to the day when the innocence died
But you wont be lonely now

I wanna give you everything you need
I wanna show you
You wont be lonely
You wont be lonely now

Holding you here like a rose in the dark
I make this promise to you from my heart
You wont be lonely now

I wanna give you everything you need
I wanna show you
You wont be lonely now
I'll do anything to make you see
How I'm gonna love you
You wont be lonely
You wont be lonely

Now that your here in my arms I'm alive
For the first time in a long time I
Look at my face in the mirror and see
The man I've wanted to be, oh yeah, woo ooh

I wanna give you everything you need
I wanna show you
You wont be lonely now
I'll do anything to make you see
How I'm gonna love you
You wont be lonely
You wont be lonely
You wont be lonely now

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All I'M Thinking About Is You - Lyrics - Southern Rain - Billy Ray Cyrus

Title: All I'M Thinking About Is You
Album: Southern Rain
Artist: Billy Ray Cyrus
Composer(s): Jeffrey Steele

Lyric:
Well, it's a twenty-five mile drive from here to town
There's gray skies and there's no doubt
Rain's comin' down this morning

I get off the interstate fifteen minutes late
For an appointment that I really didn't need to make
God, this routine bores me

Well, it's getting on twelve and I ain't had a bite
I'm all coffee'd up, sleepy eyed, wound up tight
And it's only Monday, Monday

I've had the whole night and now half the day
To think about what you said and what I need to change
But it's all the same, it's all the same

'Cause all I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you

Well, I skipped lunch with the boss at that sleazy little bar
Stopped to get gas, a bag of chips
And got back in the car and started drivin'

I headed down the road where the air is clean
And the grass is green and the birds sing to clear his head
Full of things that I've been denying but it's all in vain

'Cause all I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you

Hey, all I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you

Well, it's five o'clock sharp and it's getting dark now
It's bumper to bumper and it's raining buckets down
But I'm smiling, yeah I'm smiling

All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you

All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you

All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you

All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you, you
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is you

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Sweet Amelia - Lyrics - Aaron Neville

Title: Sweet Amelia
Artist: Aaron Neville
Composer(s): Aaron Neville, Gordon Chambers, Robbie Neville, Bradley Spalter

Lyric:
Oh, Amelia
My southern woman
Never had a chance to say goodbye

I met her back in sixty-three, she was such a mystery
She was there on Barron Street, down in New Orleans
So wild but yet so tame, she could calm a hurricane
She was only seventeen and Amelia was her name

Oh, when I took her for a ride, she got close by my side
And when I looked into her eye, Amelia kept me hypnotized
But in my heart she fell, oh, I got pulled into her spell
I can still see her there with the flowers in her hair

Oh Amelia, my Southern woman
I can still feel you every time I close my eyes
Sweet Amelia, where did you run to?
We never had a chance to say goodbye

I remember making love underneath the stars above
I can feel the summer breeze up in magnolia trees
That night in the Southern land, the girl, she took me by the hand
And I was weak as a little lamb but I became a man

Love was pumping through my veins, her lips were sweet like sugarcane
We rode all night in the rain 'cross the Lake Poncetrain
She had a heart as fine as fire, burning innocent desire
I can still see her there with flowers in her hair

Oh, Amelia, my Southern woman
I can still feel you, every time I close my eyes
Sweet Amelia, where did you run to?
We never had a chance to say goodbye

Just like a shooting star, she vanished in the night
But I'll always remember her lips so warm and tender
In my heart she'll always shine so bright
Sweet Amelia, if I could just see her one more time

Oh Amelia, my Southern woman
I can still feel you every time I close my eyes
Sweet Amelia, where did you run to?
We never had a chance to say goodbye

Oh Amelia, my Southern woman
I can still feel you every time I close my eyes
Sweet Amelia, where did you run to?
We never had a chance to say goodbye

Oh Amelia, my Southern woman
I can still feel you every time I close my eyes
Sweet Amelia, where did you run to?
We never had a chance to say goodbye

Oh Amelia, my Southern woman
I can still feel you

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Hey Elvis - Lyrics - Southern Rain - Billy Ray Cyrus

Title: Hey Elvis
Album: Southern Rain
Artist: Billy Ray Cyrus
Composer(s): Gretchen Peters, Bryan Adams

Lyric:
Hey Elvis, won't cha come back home?
I left a message on your Code-A-Phone
I tried to reach ya but I can't get through
Hey Elvis, where the hell are you?

Somebody saw you at the shoppin' mall
Somebody said they heard that southern drawl
Hey Elvis is it really true?
We're all waitin' for a sign from you

Everybody knows about your pink Cadillac
Everybody's wonderin' when you're comin' back
Everybody's waitin' just to hear ya sing
Hey Elvis, you're still the King

Hey Elvis, won't cha come back soon?
Nobody's rockin' in the Jungle Room
Come December don't know what we'll do
Be a blue Christmas without you

Everybody knows about your pink Cadillac
Everybody's wonderin' when you're comin' back
Everybody's waitin' just to hear ya sing
Hey Elvis, you're still the king

Vow yeah
C'mon yeah

'Love Me Tender', 'Don't be Cruel'
'Return to Sender', 'Stuck on You'
'It's Now or Never', 'Suspicious Minds'
Hey Elvis, aren't ya lonesome tonight, yeah?

Hey Elvis, can't ya see?
They need you back in Memphis, Tennessee
They're makin' records but there's nothin' new
Nobody ever done it quite like you

Everybody knows about your pink Cadillac
Everybody's wonderin' when you're comin' back
Everybody's waitin' just to hear ya sing
Hey Elvis, oh

Everybody knows about your "Lisa Marie"
Everybody knows about TCB
Everybody's waitin' just to hear you sing
Hey Elvis, you're still the king, oh yeah

Come back to Memphis, Elvis
You're still the king, oh yeah

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Everywhere I Wanna Be - Lyrics - Southern Rain - Billy Ray Cyrus

Title: Everywhere I Wanna Be
Album: Southern Rain
Artist: Billy Ray Cyrus
Composer(s): Marty Dodson, Danny Wells

Lyric:
I like the me, I see in your eyes
And knowing that I'm the one that makes you smile
You've given love a name and a face
Showed me that it can be a beautiful place

Everywhere I wanna be in this life
Is here by your side, baby
All I ever wanna do is get lost in lovin' you
Long as you're with me I'm everywhere I wanna be

Your breath on my skin is a tropical breeze
Your kisses send an arctic chill over me
Why wander the planet, what could I hope to see
The view when I hold you is amazing to me

Everywhere I wanna be in this life
Is here by your side, baby
All I ever wanna do is get lost in lovin' you
Long as you're with me I'm everywhere I wanna be

Everywhere I wanna be in this life
Is here by your side, baby

Everywhere I wanna be in this life
Is here by your side, baby
All I ever wanna do is get lost in lovin' you
Long as you're with me I'm everywhere I wanna be
I wanna be

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I Will - Lyrics - Southern Rain - Billy Ray Cyrus

Title: I Will
Album: Southern Rain
Artist: Billy Ray Cyrus
Composer(s): Carol Ann Brown, Bonnie J Baker

Lyric:
I will crawl through your grief, I will cry 'til I drown
Cut a path through your dark 'til I'm lost and you're found
Turn your black into gray, I won't hurt when I bleed
I'll give up my desire 'til you get what you need, yeah

Ask me I'll be there, whenever you fall
To do anything, everything, nothing at all
I'll move any mountain that keeps you from me
I'll change, rearrange, disappear in your dreams

Please don't ask me to let go or make me give up
'Cause I love you that much
And I will
It'll kill me, but I will

I'll never say that I know how you feel
But I know in your heart that those demons are real
So don't push me out and I won't pull you in
I won't let lose if you'll let me win

Ask me I'll be there, whenever you fall
To do anything, everything, nothing at all
I'll move any mountain that keeps you from me
I'll change, rearrange, disappear in your dreams

Please don't ask me to let go or make me give up
'Cause I love you that much
And I will
It'll kill me, but I will
Baby I will

If you can just look past your fears
You'll see me standing right there

Ask me I'll be there, whenever you fall
To do anything, everything, nothing at all
I'll move any mountain that keeps you from me
I'll change, rearrange, disappear in your dreams

Please don't ask me to let go or make me give up
'Cause I love you that much
And I will
It'll kill me, but I will
Baby I will

Baby I will
Baby I will
Baby I will

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We The People - Lyrics - Southern Rain - Billy Ray Cyrus

Title: We The People
Album: Southern Rain
Artist: Billy Ray Cyrus
Composer(s): Monty Powell, Jimmy Lee Sloas, Anna Wilson

Lyric:
Come on man
Yeah

The farmers rise up every mornin' at five
The truckers drive them eighteen wheelers all night
The factory workers, they build it with pride
Twenty four-seven, down the assembly line

In every city, in every town
Somebody's gotta make
The world go round

We the people move it, we the people know
We the people, we run the country
We the people prove it, we're the heart and soul
We the people, we are the country

Here's to every salesman on the telephone line
And every waitress workin' hard for those dimes
The middle managers who punch overtime
And anyone fightin' wars, fires and crimes

Day after day, year after year
The mint might print it
But the buck stops here

We the people move it, we the people know
We the people, we run the country
We the people prove it, we're the heart and soul
We the people, we are the country

Stand up

We pay the taxes, we pay the bills
So they better pay attention
Up on Capitol Hill

We the people of the United States
In order to form a more perfect Union
(Establish justice)
Insure domestic tranquility
(Provide for the common defense)

For more to general welfare
Secure the blessings of liberty
To ourselves and our posterity
Do ordain and establish this Constitution
Of the United States of America

We the people move it, we the people know
We the people, we run the country
We the people prove it, we're the heart and soul
We the people, we are the country

We the people choose it, we the people vote
We the people, we run the country
We the people rock it, we the people roll
We the people, we are the country

We the people move it, we the people know
We the people, we run the country
We the people prove it, we're the heart and soul
We the people, we are the country

We the people prove it, we the people know
We the people, we run the country
We the people prove it, we're the heart and soul
We the people, we are the country

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Da' Durty - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Da' Durty
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Toney Ricardo Mosley, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller

Lyric:
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers an' drug niggas
We bust shots an' slugs on hot blocks for thug niggas
I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
If it's beef, I shine in the dark an' I keep my gun sparkin'

Well, it's Da' Durty, we young figgas, plug rikkas
Well, stunnin', front with ya, we hunt an' come hit ya
Gizuh, now grab me an' still might out run this
We gonna tell the tow man an' woman, tell 'em sure done this

They got me laughin' an' jokin', crystal blastin' an' smokin'
Mashin', askin' for action while they gaggin' an' chokin'
Yeah, it's real, boy, them Field boys be thug not
You best watch the field tonight, we step into the southern house

Look for field gores in tight clothes, hair weave an' micros
Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need stitches, whinin' bitches with lip gloss

We filthy, boy, we nasty, boy, we dirty
You beef with me, you be deceased, you heard me?
Cottin' pickers an' rottin' niggas, we takin' over
We Field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Boondox like that low-down, nasty, filthy fella from the Field
Dedicated to southern housin' an' better make a meal
The southern way, no other way, there's no better way to live
Like sugar ass hoes that squeal, white king easy but real

Southern crunk but your station the bunk, while the bass in the trunk
While you blazin' the gun an' too dirty, ain't no wastin' his bong
Representin' the place where you from, the gritty, biddin' player
Suburbans on twenties player, swing at a grinnin' player

Smoltin' reds, foul heads, phase fours an' glats
The watermelon, beer can an' peaches, we roll with that
Want a visit? Well, the welcomers deader than door mat
Wanna beef? Well, run your way, do it in 'bout four flat

Better know that them contempt player an' show that
Them Field Mob cats fill the off with toe tacks
If you can't survive in Da' Durty, player, then go back
Or run up a gorilla, gorillas that tow that

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

Feel my foes from the Field, deep down in the South
Smokin' t-shirts an' jeans, watch we go here an' by
Say dirty South, dirty South
Say dirty South, dirty South

To my thugs from the Field, deep down in the South
Real big guns an' barred paper, chasin' for clock
Say dirty South, dirty South
Say dirty South, dirty South

Get him off him, boy, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him, get him off him, boy

Get him off him, boy, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him off him, boy
Get him off him, boy, get him, get him off him, boy

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty

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One Sweet Love - Lyrics - Little Voice - Sara Bareilles

Title: One Sweet Love
Album: Little Voice
Artist: Sara Bareilles
Composer(s): Sara Bareilles

Lyric:
Just about the time the shadows call
I undress my mind and dare you to follow
Paint a portrait of my mystery
Only close my eyes and you are here with me

A nameless face to think I see
To sit and watch the waves with me 'til they're gone
A heart I'd swear I'd recognize
Is made out of my own devices, could I be wrong?

Time that I've taken
I pray, is not wasted
Have I already tasted
My piece of one sweet love?

Sleepless nights, you creep inside of me
Paint your shadows on the breath that we share
You take more than just my sanity
And take my reason not to care

No ordinary wings I'll need
The sky itself will carry me back to you
The things I dream that I can do
I'd open up the moon for you, just come down soon

Time that I've taken
I pray, is not wasted
Have I already tasted
My piece of one sweet love?

Ready and waiting
For a heart worth the breaking
I'd settle for an honest mistake in
The name of one sweet love

Savor the sorrow to soften the pain
Sip on the southern rain as I do
I don't look, don't touch, don't do anything
But I hope that there is a you

The earth that is the space between
I'd banish it from under me to get to you
Your unexpected love provides
My solitary suicide, oh, I wish I knew

Time that I've taken
I pray, is not wasted
Have I already tasted
My piece of one sweet love?

Ready and waiting
For a heart worth the breaking
Oh, I'd settle for an honest mistake in
The name of one sweet love
One sweet love

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Steal My Kisses - Lyrics - Live From Mars - Ben Harper

Title: Steal My Kisses
Album: Live From Mars
Artist: Ben Harper
Composer(s): Ben Harper

Lyric:
I put into Nashville, Tennessee
But you wouldn't even come around to see me
Since your headin' up to Carolina
You know I'm gonna be right there behind you

'Cause I always have to steal my kisses from you
Always have to steal my kisses from you
Always have to steal my kisses from you
Always have to steal my kisses from you

Now I love to feel that warm southern rain
Just to hear it fall is the sweetest soundin' thing
And to see it fall on your simple country dress
It's like heaven to me, I must confess

'Cause I always have to steal my kisses from you
Always have to steal my kisses from you
Always have to steal my kisses from you
I always have to steal my kisses from you

Now I've been hangin' 'round you for days
But when I'm leanin', you just turn your head away
Woh, no you didn't mean that
She said, "I love the way you think, but I hate the way you act"

'Cause I always have to steal my kisses from you
Always have to steal my kisses from you
Always have to steal my kisses from you
I always have to steal my kisses from you

Always have to steal my kisses from you
I always have to steal my kisses from you
Always have to steal my kisses from you
Always have to steal my kisses from you

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Box #10 - Lyrics - Down The Highway - Jim Croce

Title: Box #10
Album: Down The Highway
Artist: Jim Croce
Composer(s): Jim Croce

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Lyric:
Well, out of Southern Illinois
Come a down home country boy
He gonna make it in the city
Playin' guitar in the studio

Oh well, he hadn't been there an hour
When he met a Broadway flower
You know she took him for his money
And she left him in a cheap hotel

Oh well, it's easy for you to see
That that country boy is me
Say and how am I ever gonna break the news
To the folks back home

Well, I was gonna be a great success
Things sure ended up a mess
But in the process I got messed up too

But hello Mama and Dad I had to call collect
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well, I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain

And if you'd only send me some money
Oh, I'll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box number ten

Well back in Southern Illinois
They're still worryin' 'bout their boy
But this boy's goin' home
Soon as he gets the fare

Because as soon as I got my bread
I got a pipe upside my head
You know they left me in an alley
Took my money and my guitar, too

And hello Mama and Dad I had to call collect
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well, I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain

And if you'd only send me some money
Oh, I'll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box number ten

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Strange Fruit - Lyrics - Siouxsie And The Banshees

Title: Strange Fruit
Artist: Siouxsie And The Banshees
Composer(s): Lewis Allan, Maurice Pearl, Dwayne P. Wiggins

Lyric:
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Of the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

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Strange Fruit - Lyrics - Stolen Moments: The Lady Sings Jazz & Blues - Diana Ross

Title: Strange Fruit
Album: Stolen Moments: The Lady Sings Jazz & Blues
Artist: Diana Ross
Composer(s): Lewis Allan, Maurice Pearl, Dwayne P. Wiggins

Lyric:
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is the fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop

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I Am - Lyrics - Kid Rock - Kid Rock

Title: I Am
Album: Kid Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Christian Wojcik, R.J. Ritchie, Harold Johns, Arthur Jr. Penhallow

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Lyric:
I did your recordin'

Well, fire it up, chop one out
Somebody's got to know
That I'm two days in
I got two days left to go

'Cause I am Georgia
I am Memphis, Tennessee
I am everything
That Hollywood wants to be

I am love and I am hate
I'm your late night drunk debate
But you'll never put
Your finger on me

Have you ever seen the sun
Over the Rocky Mountains shining?
Or touched the sands
Of a Southern Florida beach?

Have you seen a grown man cry
Or a child that's slowly dying?
Have you looked inside
To see all that you can see?

And I am North and South Dakota
And New York City
I am everything
That Hollywood wants to be

I am love and I am hate
And the critics can all debate
But they will never put a finger on me
No, you'll never put your finger on

Have you seen the Northern Falls?
Or the Midwest seasons changing?
A Montana storm
Or a warm Kentucky rain?

Have you heard the love that sings
Over the inner city sidewalks?
Have you risen above
All that leads to hate?

And I am Boston and D.C.
And all of Detroit City
I am everything
That Hollywood wants to be

I am southern rock n roll
Country and hip-hop and soul
But you'll never put your finger on me

I'm a father and and I'm a friend
I'm your brother until the end
But you'll never put your finger on me

I am only God knows why
I'll be a cowboy till I die
But you'll never put your finger on me

You'll never put your finger on me
You'll never put your finger on me
You'll never put, never, never, never
Put your finger on me

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Strange Fruit - Lyrics - Jeff Buckley

Title: Strange Fruit
Artist: Jeff Buckley
Composer(s): Lewis Allan, Maurice Pearl, Dwayne P. Wiggins

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Lyric:
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Her black body's swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Of the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
And then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Now here is your fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Now here is your strange and bitter crop

Strange fruit

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This Is Me - Lyrics - Free Yourself - Fantasia Barrino

Title: This Is Me
Album: Free Yourself
Artist: Fantasia Barrino
Composer(s): Damon E Thomas, Antonio Dixon, Harvey Mason Jr, Durrell Babbs

Lyric:
This is me
(This is me)
(This is me)
This is who I am
(This is me)

I'm still tryna make it out
'Cause I'm still just another girl from the ghetto
There's so much in my life
I break down 'cause I'm so deep in the struggle

(There isn't sun in rain, there ain't joy in pain)
Thought I found my way out then I'm back again
(From the streets to the stage of Hollywood)
Back to the blessings and the love in the hood

I'm just a girl tryna make a way
It gets so hard but I'll be okay
(Be okay)
I don't really care what the people say
'Cause this is me

A mother, a daughter
(Daughter)
Sister to my brother
(Sister to my brother)
I'm every woman 'cause I gotta be

And God put me through it
'Cause he know I can do it
'Cause this is, this is me, yeah

Southern girl with city dreams
Got a sack full of clothes and just a few ol' dollars
Bustin' tables while I'm trying to sing
Hope I hit it big, so I can send for my daughter

(There isn't sun in rain, there ain't joy in pain)
Thought I found my way out then I'm back again
(From the streets to the stage of Hollywood)
Back to the blessings and the love in the hood

I'm just a girl tryna make a way
(Make a way)
It gets so hard but I'll be okay
I don't really can what the people say
(Oh, yeah)
'Cause this is me
(This is me, yeah)

A mother, a daughter
(Mother)
A sister to my brother
(Sister to my brother)
I'm every woman 'cause I gotta be
(Oh, yeah)

And God put me through it
'Cause he know I can do it
(He know I can do it)
'Cause this is, this is me, yeah
(This is, this is me, yeah)

No one really knows the whole truth
(The whole truth about me)
And no one's had to live in my life
(Then they would know it ain't easy)

Made my share of mistakes, that's alright
'Cause I'm not gonna be afraid no more
'Cause this is me
And I won't hide who I am

I'm just a girl tryna make a way
It gets so hard but I'll be okay
(Oh yeah)
I don't really care what the people say
(What the people really say)
'Cause this is me
(Oh yeah)

A mother, a daughter
A sister to my brother
(Sister to my brother)
I'm every woman 'cause I gotta be

And God put me through it
'Cause he know I can do it
('Cause he know I can do it)
'Cause this is, this is
(Oh, this is me, yeah)

I'm just a girl tryna make a way
It gets so hard but I'll be okay
I don't really care what the people say
What the people really say
'Cause this is me

A mother, a daughter
A sister to my brother
I'm every woman 'cause I gotta be

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Strange Fruit - Lyrics - The Complete Billie Holiday On Verve, 1945-1959 - Billie Holiday

Title: Strange Fruit
Album: The Complete Billie Holiday On Verve, 1945-1959
Artist: Billie Holiday
Composer(s): Lewis Allan, Maurice Pearl, Dwayne P. Wiggins

Lyric:
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter cry

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