That'S What It'S Like To Be Lonesome - Lyrics - Jean Shepard

Title: That'S What It'S Like To Be Lonesome
Artist: Jean Shepard
Composer(s): Bill Anderson

Lyric:
The streets are dark and empty
And you walk them all alone
You think about your love affair
And wonder what went wrong

You go to bed each night
And pray you'll never see the dawn
Afraid of each tomorrow
With its heartless cold unknown

And that's what it's like to be lonesome
Without your love it's such an empty world
And that's what it's like to be lonesome
I know 'cause I'm a mighty lonesome girl

You search to find a tavern
Where the music's playing loud
You try to lose your heartache
In the laughter of the crowd

But the happy couples make you think of
Things that might have been
And you have to fight the teardrops
Till you're by yourself again

And that's what it's like to be lonesome
Without your love it's such an empty world
And that's what it's like to be lonesome
I know 'cause I'm a mighty lonesome girl

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That'S What It'S Like To Be Lonesome - Lyrics - Dave Dudley

Title: That'S What It'S Like To Be Lonesome
Artist: Dave Dudley
Composer(s): Bill Anderson

Lyric:
The streets are dark and empty and you walk them all alone
You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong
You go to bed each night and pray you'll never see the dawn
Afraid of each tomorrow with its heartless cold unknown

And that's what it's like to be lonesome
With a heart of broken love has taught to cry
And that's what it's like to be lonesome
I know 'cause I'm a mighty lonesome guy

You search to find a tavern where the music's playing loud
You try to lose your heartache in the laughter of the crowd
But the happy couples make you think of things that might have been
Then you'll have to fight the teardrops 'till you're by yourself again

And that's what it's like to be lonesome
With a heart of broken love has taught to cry
And that's what it's like to be lonesome
I know 'cause I'm a mighty lonesome guy

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Ooh Aah - Lyrics - Grits

Title: Ooh Aah
Artist: Grits
Composer(s): Kevin Max Smith, Teron David Carter, Stacy Bernard Jones, Toby Mc Keehan, Michael Tait, Rick D Robbins, Otto Montgomery Jr Price

Lyric:
My life be like ooh ahh, yeah, ooh ooh
My life be like ooh ahh, ooh ahh, yeah, ooh ooh
Ooh ahh, yeah, ooh ooh
My life be like ooh ahh, ooh ahh, yeah, ooh ooh
My life be like

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

On an island by my lonesome stranded
Low key and stayin' candid, reflect on all the things I try my hand at
Search for the equations to persuasions I'm used to
Finding comfort in the zones of closet bones I get loose to

A mountainous fontaine, spinnin' and monsoonin'
Grinnin' it's high octane, explosive how I came
Rollin' down hills 'cause life's a hastle
Encircled by my folly like a moat surround a castle

Stay afloat catch a second wind, thin is the air I breathe
Teary eyed nose runnin', wipe the snot on my sleeve
I'm callin' on the savior, to be all that I need
Please forgive me, my behavior had me lost at light speed

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Like leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

The fear of never falling in love
And the tears after losing the feelings of what you thought love was
Like the dirt still up under the rug
My life be like bad characteristics to cover in Christ's blood

The joy of new birth and the pain of growing up
The bliss between giving my all and giving up
The highs and lows, paths and roads I chose
In the cold I froze trying to ease my woes

In this world of sin, clothes to thin to fend
So to God I send words of help to win
In grumblings so deep, letters could never express
So the sound of, ooh aah, beneath my breath projects

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Like leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

My life be like, ooh aah ooh
Come young diti, here comes that boy from the capital city
Last up on the Grits new diti
But eight bars of the truth will do, eh

I beleive there's a bride that's stunning
And, I believe in the kingdom coming
I believe if you seek the truth
You don't need to look far 'cuz it's gonna find you

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Like leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me please come my way
Like leavin' bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you pay

Feel me like a fingertip
Sometimes I fall I slip
My heart felt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do

Fingertip, fingertip, fingertip, fingertip
My life be like
Fingertip, fingertip, fingertip, fingertip
My life be like

Fingertip, fingertip, fingertip, fingertip
My life be like
Fingertip, fingertip, fingertip, fingertip
My life be like

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I Was The One - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: I Was The One
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Lenton Tereill Hutton, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips
Own chips own crib and I don't need this shit here
You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
I'm a independent woman, I'm sorry homie that you

You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises
That you never kept thought I would fail but you won't 'cause
You thought I was the one, but you been proven false
The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah

He, thought I was virgin Mary sweet as a nun
Wanted to marry me with hopes I'd carry his son
Or his daughter the thought I gotta stay out of the parties
Stay in the house, be lonesome, and talk to nobody
Be cooped up for the longest, with nothin' but time
Misery loves company but it ain't no friend of mine
I cooked and cleaned like a Hebrew slave, till I got blisters
A modern day Miss Celie, and he was my mister
But I woke up one day, started to get real slick

Called a couple of my friends with a few scenarios
Felt like a dance with the devil, didn't like being happily
Married no more had to go real quick, 'cause it's my time
And I done made up my mind Shawntae gotta leave you behind
And get my dough 'cause half of that's mine
And my drow to help me the daughter sunshine
You thought I wouldn't make it but I'm livin' proof
Do on to others as you'd have motherfuckers do on to you

You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips
Own chips, own crib and I don't need this shit here
You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
I'm a independent woman, I'm sorry homie that you

You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises
That you never kept, thought I would fail but you won't 'cause
You thought I was the one, but you been proven false
The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah

She, was my ace boon coon in high, we grew up together
You fucked with her I'd fight you, and vice versa
From class to choir rehearsal, totin' the bags
Slangin' them sacks, and beat up all the hood rats
Rolling off with the richest niggas on the block
And bring they whips back, but things changed
When I started to rap, jealousy kicked in
She wouldn't be my friend, she wasn't even lookin' out for me

Then, she didn't even have time to call me on the phone
To say hello so good-bye, good-bye
You'll never get apiece of my love again
Don't try, my love is everlasting like Tony Terry
I'm very territorial and I'm over protective to niggas
I love, 'cause I respect them, but not this heffa
She took things in a different direction
I can't protect her when it's said and done, shit

I am not the one, I need loyal buddies, supportive of me
Roarin' for me, breakin' my trust can get ugly
So please don't mistake my kindness for weakness
Learn it, as I stomp trough the trenches on this tedious journey
I'm so hot my feet burn, and you keep yearnin'
To be a part of my life but you done fucked it up permanently
Now it don't concern me no more

You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips
Own chips, own crib and I don't need this shit here
You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
I'm a independent woman, I'm sorry homie that you

You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises
That you never kept, thought I would fail but you won't 'cause
You thought I was the one, but you been proven false
The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah

Sena I thought that I was the one
Sena I thought, you thought that I was the one
Thought I was the one
Thought I was the one, yeah

You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips
Own chips, own crib and I don't need this shit here
You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
I'm a independent woman, I'm sorry homie that you

You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises
That you never kept, thought I would fail but you won't 'cause
You thought I was the one, but you been proven false
The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah

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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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The Reverend Mr. Black - Lyrics - Johnny Cash

Title: The Reverend Mr. Black
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Billy Wheeler, Mike Stoller

Lyric:
He rode easy in the saddle
He was tall and lean and at first you'd a thought nothing
But a streak of mean could make a man look so down right strong
But one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong

He was a mountain of a man
And I want you to know
He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack

And folks just called him
The Reverend Mr. Black, he was poor as a beggar
But he rode like a king
Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing

I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by myself
You got to walk that lonesome valley, you got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you, you got to walk it by yourself

If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft
And had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in
And it wasn't to pray

Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor
Then, when things got quiet in the place
He walked up and cusses in the preacher's face

He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule
And to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool
To turn the other face to that lumber jack
But that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black

He stood like a rock, a man among men
And he let that lumberjack hit him again
And then with a voice as quiet as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said

I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by myself
You got to walk that lonesome valley, you got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you, you got to walk it by yourself

It's been many years since we had to part
And I guess I learned his ways by heart
I can still hear his sermon's ring
Down in the valley where he used to sing

I followed him, yes, sir and I don't regret it
And I hope I will always be a credit to his memory
'Cause I want you to understand
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man

I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by myself
You got to walk that lonesome valley, you got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you, you got to walk it by yourself

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40 - Rules & Regulations - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Rules & Regulations
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Earl Stevens

Lyric:
My killers don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors
My killers ain't even from out here dude
My killers some out-of-town freelancers
Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
Forty, there go that nigga
That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set

You mean that soap for that synthetic dope
That ripped me, that shit that was wet kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin'
See a lot of these niggaz bitch up
And crack under pressure when it's time they facin'
Get to bumpin' they gums, rollin' over
Breakin' the rules and regulations

Wild nigga not stickin' to the script
And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life
What jacket? Batch, this jacket
That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice
That's why we can't be talkin'
And bein' all careless on these phones
I know technology now allows po'-po' to look inside walls
And see inside homes, I know all I was tryin' to do

Is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of Jordans
That's important, but you gotta remember
To stay one step ahead of the law enforcement
Be short with all of yo' shit
Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy
Talkin' pig-Latin keep you employed
Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies
Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain

Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' Mustang
You know what that bring? Ching, ching
Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail
Convertible top, black on black interior exterior
He gon' be worth about twelve
Talkin' about you was savin' it for your little nephew to scatter
Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?

Regulation number 1
Keep yo' business to yo' lonesome
Regulation number 2
Make sure the product you carry is wholesome
Regulation number 3
Make yo' cheese, never eat it
Regulation number 4
Never put yo' trust in a hoe
(The rules and regulations)

These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)
These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)

These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)
These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)

Uhh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to
Play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed
Always keep a bucket full of battery acid
To throw yo' dope in just in case they raid
That way they can't prosecute your residence
'Cuz you done been already got rid of all the evidence
Tryin' to get a buck, a buck?
A soup pot, a blender and a measurin' cup

In my section eight apartment complex
Messy mattress and dirty carpets
"Nephew, did you get my message?"
Yeah, I got yo' message
You told me to clean up behind myself
And scrape the residue up off the edges
"What else?" Always look over my headrest
And my rearview zone

'Cuz triflin' be skanless and the skanless might try
To follow me home
Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop
Or come back through
Throw they ass off a bit, come back within the next day or two
I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my team
I don't sell coke, no more dude, I sell mescaline

Regulation number 5
When it's a drop nigga park yo' feet
Regulation number 6
Fuck 12 and a box [unverified] [unverified] street
Regulation number 7
Don't take yo' business to where you livin'
Regulation number 8
Keep yo' heat but fly straight
(The rules and regulations)

These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)
These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)

These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)
These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)

Blaow, pushin' numbers on the dial-tone
Took a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still on
Look to my left and ask, honey for a light
She looked at me and said, "Baby, you alright?"
I said I'm cool but ain't this shit supposed to relax us?
Fired up a Newport, but I accidentally lit it backwards
For some strange reason I had a feelin'
That, that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky

Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed
And slipped me a mickey, now I'm feelin' sweaty
Eyelids gettin' heavy, stomach feelin' queasy
All of a sudden, now I'm sleepy
Woke up naked, slowly regainin' my memory
Well, where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee

Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway
Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah, right next door to Safeway
Stripped me clean, got me for some G's
Set me up, stole my car keys
Guess that's the consequences when you sellin' that D
Shit, next time I bet I take my drink to the bathroom with me

Regulation number 9
Check in those that get out of line
Regulation number 10
Don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen
Regulation number 11
Keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin
Regulation number 12
Keep enough to pay your lawyer mail
(The rules and regulations)

These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)
These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)

These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)
These are the things you need to know
(The rules and regulations)

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Reverend Mr. Black - Lyrics - Nick, Bob & John: The Final Concert - Kingston Trio

Title: Reverend Mr. Black
Album: Nick, Bob & John: The Final Concert
Artist: Kingston Trio
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Billy Wheeler, Mike Stoller

Lyric:
He rode easy in the saddle, he was tall and lean
At first you thought nothing but a streak of mean
Could make a man look so downright strong
But one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong

He was a mountain of a man
And I want you to know he could preach hot hell or freezin' snow
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack
And folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black

He was poor as a beggar
But he rode like a king
Sometimes in the evening
I could hear him sing

"I got to walk that lonesome valley
I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself"

If ever I could have thought that this man in black
Was soft and had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day
A lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray

Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor
And then when things got quiet in the place
He walked up and cussed in the preacher's face

He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule
And to my way of thinkin' it took a pure fool
To turn the other cheek to that lumberjack
But that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black

He stood like a rock, a man among men
Then he let that lumberjack hit him again
And then with a voice as kind as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said

"You've got to walk that lonesome valley
You've got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you
You've got to walk it by yourself"

It's been many years since we had to part
And I guess I learned his ways by heart
I can still hear his sermons ring
Down in the valley where he used to sing

I followed him, "Yes, sir", and I don't regret it
Hope that I'll always be a credit to his memory
'Cause I want you to understand
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
You've got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you
You've got to walk it by yourself

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
You've got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for you
You've got to walk it by yourself

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That'S The Way Love Is - Lyrics - Temptations

Title: That'S The Way Love Is
Artist: Temptations
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong

Lyric:
Oh baby, as the bitter tears fall from your eyes
Oh, a thousand times you ask yourself why
The one guy you loved has departed
Oh, you're left alone and brokenhearted

Love just comes and it goes
How long it's gonna' last
Said nobody knows

That's the way, love is baby
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
Oh, that's the way, love is sugar
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
That's how it is
Oh, that's how it is my little darlin'

Yeah now, I know you walkin' down a lonesome road
And your heart is carryin' a heavy load
I know you feel like you ain't got a friend
(Feel like you ain't got a friend)
Oh, and your whole world is cavin' in
(Whole world is cavin' in)

Oh but now is the time to be strong
(Now is the time to be strong)
You've gotta' forget him now that he's gone
(Forget him now that he's gone)

And remember, that's the way, love is honey
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
That's the way, love is baby
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
That's how it is
Oh oh, my little darlin'

Oh baby

Oh, listen to me little darlin'

The road of love gets rough sometimes
Don't let it get the best of you
Said I've been hurt by love so many times
(Been hurt by love so many times)
So I know just what you're goin' through
(Know just what you're goin' through)

You wish that you were never born
(Wish that you were never born)
You've got to forget him, now that he's gone
(Forget him, now that he's gone)

Just remember
That's the way, love is baby
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
Oh, that's the way, love is honey
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
That's how it is

So wipe away your tears
Love is here today, and gone tomorrow
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
I say all of your joys turn to sorrows
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
One day gladness and the next day sadness
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
Oh, that's the way, love is baby

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That'S The Way Love Is - Lyrics - Marvin Gaye

Title: That'S The Way Love Is
Artist: Marvin Gaye
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong

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Lyric:
Oh baby, as the bitter tears fall from your eyes
Oh, a thousand times you ask yourself why
The one guy you loved has departed
Oh, you're left alone and brokenhearted

Love just comes and it goes
How long it's gonna' last
Said nobody knows

That's the way, love is baby
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
Oh, that's the way, love is sugar
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
That's how it is
Oh, that's how it is my little darlin'

Yeah now, I know you walkin' down a lonesome road
And your heart is carryin' a heavy load
I know you feel like you ain't got a friend
(Feel like you ain't got a friend)
Oh, and your whole world is cavin' in
(Whole world is cavin' in)

Oh but now is the time to be strong
(Now is the time to be strong)
You've gotta' forget him now that he's gone
(Forget him now that he's gone)

And remember, that's the way, love is honey
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
That's the way, love is baby
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
That's how it is
Oh oh, my little darlin'

Oh baby

Oh, listen to me little darlin'

The road of love gets rough sometimes
Don't let it get the best of you
Said I've been hurt by love so many times
(Been hurt by love so many times)
So I know just what you're goin' through
(Know just what you're goin' through)

You wish that you were never born
(Wish that you were never born)
You've got to forget him, now that he's gone
(Forget him, now that he's gone)

Just remember
That's the way, love is baby
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
Oh, that's the way, love is honey
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
That's how it is

So wipe away your tears
Love is here today, and gone tomorrow
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
I say all of your joys turn to sorrows
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
One day gladness and the next day sadness
(That's the way love is, sho' 'nuff how it is)
Oh, that's the way, love is baby

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Don'T Tell Me Your Troubles - Lyrics - Doc Watson

Title: Don'T Tell Me Your Troubles
Artist: Doc Watson
Composer(s): Don Gibson

Lyric:
Don't tell me your troubles
I got troubles of my own
Don't tell me your troubles
Leave me alone

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own

You say your sweet love left you
And what to think about me
I got them same old heartaches
And the same old misery

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own
Troubles of my own

It happens to the best of us
And that's what they always say
To take it bowin' like a man
They don't stand in my way

You tell me that's she's a no good
She's as mean as she can be
It's written all over your lonesome face
And any heartbreak fool can see

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own
Troubles of my own

It happens to the best of us
And that's what they always say
To take it bowin' like a man
They don't stand in my way

You tell me that's she's a no good
She's as mean as she can be
It's written all over your lonesome face
And any heartbreak fool can see

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own
Troubles of my own

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Blowin' Trees - Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

Title: Blowin' Trees
Album: Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Vito Tisdale, Brian Scott, James Chambers, Melvin Adams, Ryan Anthony, R Wilson

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Lyric:
Yes sir
Nappy roots
Well I gotta go
Aww alright

I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in
So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within
It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear
Represent the slums, nappy through most of the year
(Nappy roots!)
Shouts out to aliyah, live the life and very career
On my wall I gotcha picture, God pray witcha
It's all on us, nappy boys in God we trust
Regardless what, this ya boy R. prophit whassup?

Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for me
Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me

I love my apple corn home, gave my favorite brush away
Went from bald headed to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid
It could be my lucky day, nappy shirted up the shades
Think I'm frontin', I'm cuttin' somethin' with my trucks and blades

Let that man speak, step up grab all my meat
Greet you with my balls and my word in every handshake
You damn straight, you worthless queer, price this landscape
Awake, to a plate of a homemade pancake
Used to picture myself at the NFL draft
I just couldn't remove the lens cap
But I still kept my mouthpiece and my chinstrap
I dread it all for a pimp hat
Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black

Being average is okay, being different is alright
Long as you stay in your means
Then you know you keepin' it real with yo'self
And that's nappy right there

Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for me
Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me

I'm in the '81 'lac Seville, but got spend
Limo tint, but see we ridin' it like it's a Benz
Clamp somethin' like a pimp
(Puff somethin' like a pimp)
I'm cuttin' corners most players won't attempt
Skinny slum type, betcha bottom dollar that's fa sure
Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and downs and back and fer'
What the hell ya talkin' 'bout? How much it cost to floss and ball
We did it on a budget, rep the country till we fall

Playa we in enter this biz
(Nappy!)
My love is in the slums and the people that's near
They love me dang, do anything for me dang
Make a livin' outta whattchu call ugly dang
With nothin' left to lose, we get it in
But nappy roots done paid the dues
Hustlin', backwards-ass nigga this one here's for you
You in the way, get out the game
We comin' through, with shit to prove
Ain't nan thing you can tell me 'fore observin' what we 'bout to do

Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for me
Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me

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Last In A Long Lonesome Line - Lyrics - Patty Loveless

Title: Last In A Long Lonesome Line
Artist: Patty Loveless
Composer(s): Jeffrey Steele, Al Anderson, Bob Dipiero

Lyric:
If I appear to be holdin' on tight
You'd be right, I've been holdin' on for dear life
The way that it's all been goin', there's talk I just might
Be the last of, the last in a long lonesome line

I made mistakes I won't try to defend
God knows what I've been through to get where I am
They say the blood in my body is agein' like wine
I'm the last of, the last in a long lonesome line

For better or worse, I have lived life so fast
I wasn't the first, hate to think I'm the last
Of the last in a long lonesome line

Tears an' whiskey, yeah, I spilled my share
But it's the music that's kept me goin' through all of these years
An' there's some songs still need singin' before closin' time
From the last of, the last in a long lonesome line

For better or worse, I have lived life so fast
I wasn't the first, hate to think I'm the last
Of the last in a long lonesome line
Oh, I'm the last of, the last in a long lonesome line

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Don'T Tell Me Your Troubles - Lyrics - Don Gibson

Title: Don'T Tell Me Your Troubles
Artist: Don Gibson
Composer(s): Don Gibson

Lyric:
Don't tell me your troubles
I got troubles of my own
Don't tell me your troubles
Just leave me alone

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own

You say your sweet love's left you
What you think about me?
I got them same old heartaches
The same old miseries

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own

It happens to the best of us
That's what they always say
So take it boy like a man
Don't stand in my way

You tell me that she's not good
She's mean as she can be
It's written all over your lonesome face
Any heartbreak fool can see

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own
Trouble of my own

Well, it happens to the best of us
That's what they always say
So take it boy like a man
Don't stand in my way

You tell me that she's not good
She's mean as she can be
It's written all over your lonesome face
Any heartbreak fool can see

Leave me alone
Go on home
Tell it to a friend
I got troubles of my own
Trouble of my own

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Drifting Blues - Lyrics - Ray Charles

Title: Drifting Blues
Artist: Ray Charles
Composer(s): Eddie E Williams, Charles Mose Brown, Johnny Moore

Lyric:
Whoa, I'm so lonesome baby, now
I am in a travelin' mood, yes I am
Whoa, I'm so lonesome now, now, honey
I tell ya I am in a travelin' mood, um, hmm

Guess I'll have to hop a freight to California
'Cause I've got the travelin' blues, yes I have

Sometime I feel like walkin', now, now
Well I have no walkin' shoes, no, no
Well, sometime I feel like walkin', now, now
I tell you I got no walkin' shoes, do you believe me

That's why I've got to hop a freight to California
'Cause I've got the travelin' blues, um, hmm

'Cause I keep drifting and drifting like a ship out on the sea
I keep drifting and drifting, now like a ship out on the sea, well
You see I ain't got no, nobody in this world to care for me

If my baby, if my baby would only take me back again
Oh now if my baby now uh, would only take me back again
Well I may not be good for nothing, baby
But you see I haven't got no friends

Play it, son

I'll give you all my money, now
Tell me what more can I do, I wanna know
(Just give some more, just give some more)
(Just give some more)

I'll give you all my money, little girl
Tell me what more can I do, I've got to know
(just give some more, just give some more)
(Just give some more)

Well, you may be a good little girl sometime
But you just won't be true

Bye, bye baby, now
Baby, bye, bye, bye, bye
(Bye baby, bye, bye baby)
Bye, bye baby, now
Baby, bye, bye, bye, bye
(Bye baby, bye, bye baby)

Well, it's too late to worry
I want you to know
I said, oh, it's too late to cry
(Cry, cry, cry, no more)

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Never Say Die - Lyrics - Blaze Of Glory - Bon Jovi

Title: Never Say Die
Album: Blaze Of Glory
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi

Lyric:
As we stood in there older than a man
And younger than the boys
We were as still as the wind
That blows on a hot August night

And you were lonesome as a jukebox
But deadly just the same
I could be as gentle as a newborn
Then spit into the eye of a hurricane

And we knew how to laugh
And we knew how to cry
Yeah, we sure knew how to live
But we don't ever

Never say die, never say die

I guess you'd say we had a pact
These words we knew so well
Still they remained unspoken
And we'd take them to the fiery gates of Hell

Once I was afraid of love
But when it's your brother those things change
'Cause love is just another word for trust
So hear me when I say

Never say die, never say no

You got to look them in the eye and don't let go
When it's your own blood you'll bleed and your own tears you'll cry
When you're brought up to believe, that it's the strong who survive
Never say die

Yeah and we could run like lightning
Through the pouring rain
They we'll be standing like a soldier
Who comes marching home again

They ask what it is that I want written
On the gravestone where I'll lie
Tell them it's just my bones, that died there
So save the tears they'll cry

'Cause my spirit is still riding somewhere
Somewhere in this night
When it's these three words that come to me
As I kiss this world goodbye

Never say die, never say no

You got to look them in the eye and don't let go
When it's your own blood you'll bleed and your own tears you'll cry
When you're brought up to believe, that it's the strong who survive
Never say die, never say die
That's right

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Simple Livin' - Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Simple Livin'
Album: The Papercut Chronicles
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Travis L Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley

Lyric:
I'm like nine hours away from finishing my nine hour shift
And wishing I was gone nine hours ago
'Cause nine hours wasted tossin' back the chicken
I could've written nine verses just in time for the show
Slacker mind state retirin' on time that's borrowed
My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin' tomorrow
I took the sorrow from the windchimes
Left happiness lonesome and strung up
Sarcasm to make the melody wholesome

From my lungs to my feet I'm breathing
Everything I speak but now they're charging for oxygen
And the bills due next week, I'll be a day late and a buck short
Story of my life, I wish my pay rate was much more
Duckin' swords in a rat race
I didn't apply for running towards something that's fake
And thinking, why for, they're shutting doors right in my face
And sitting high horse is a car and a dope place
Something to die for, this is my war

And now I'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell
Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well
Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail
Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed

Schemin' on plots, hey hey
Simple living is a bitch, hey hey
Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey
Some locomotors push through, hey hey

I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle I run and slide
But when it's time to collide with the bump
I always bail 'cause I'm not ready for that dive
Or that silly 9-5 solidified career option
A hop skip and a leap away from rock star
And not too far away from fillin' pop's shoes
The idyllic hard workin' type of callous feet
Complete with wife, kids, dog, house and picket fence
That's nonsense, I'm convinced I'm built for better things

And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings
It seems like i'm working hard simply
'Cause it's what they say I have to do
You graduate and then you either get a job or you go to school
12 years wasn't enough, that's more than half of my life spent
Trying to make the world accept me
Plus I've got the papers saying that I made it through
Now I'm working 2 jobs
Three with music and you don't respect me?
Fuck it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62

And now I'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell
Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well
Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail
Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed

Schemin' on plots, hey hey
Simple living is a bitch, hey hey
Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey
Some locomotives push through, hey hey

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Lazy Mornin' - Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Title: Lazy Mornin'
Artist: Gordon Lightfoot
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot

Lyric:
Another lazy mornin', no need to get down on anyone
My son, coffee's in the kitchen, woman on the run
No need to get bothered, I'll think about Monday
When Monday comes, it's two for one
Mister Hoot 'n Holler, gotta make a dollar

Another lazy mornin', I took time to make town 'n stock a pint or two
The most delicious brew
Keepin' up with the joneses, I hope no one telephones us
I'd take a place in the country, but for now the old back yard
Looks to me like fifty acres of the roundest ground in town

Another lazy mornin', come supper time I'm gonna light my barbecue
Nothin' new, only that she loves me
And nothin' I know can change me, no need to get bothered
I do more livin' than it might seem
Some dream, livin' like a pauper, bless my darlin' daughter

I'd like to know what makes a man go, over land and sea
I guess it must get kinda lonesome, that's the way I used to be

Another lazy mornin', no need to get down on anyone
Such fun, coffee's in the kitchen, woman on the run

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