Walk Where He Walked - Lyrics - Golden Smog

Title: Walk Where He Walked
Artist: Golden Smog
Composer(s): Jeffrey Scott Tweedy, Kraig Johnson

Lyric:
There's a man on TV claims he killed 23
Burnt their bodies and collected their teeth
There's another man at home with his wife and family tree
Who agreed this would make a good movie
And I'm sitting here, wondering what this is all doing to me

He sold the book rights, and he was set for life
A woman on a talk show wants to be his wife
Another man decides to purchase his knife
A court decides he's got the right
And I'm sitting here, wondering how he can ever sleep at night

I don't want to walk where he walked
I don't want to talk to who he stalked
I don't want to walk where he walked

First it was a book, and then it was a movie
They cut it all up and they put it on the TV
The starring role was played by Christopher Lee
He was fine, he was something to see
And I'm sitting here, wondering what this is all doing to me

I don't want to walk where he walked
I don't want to talk to who he stalked
I don't want to walk where he walked
Oh Lord, I didn't catch how he got caught

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Still Real - Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

Title: Still Real
Album: Jealous Ones Still Envy
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Reginald Spruill, Joseph Cartagena, Raeford Gerald

Lyric:
It's so depressin', uh
Be the realest shit I ever wrote
(Money and cars, bitches)
Shit Is Real Part 2
(Drugs)
Modern day
(Society you know?)
See what it's like to walk in my shoes
It ain't all fun and games
(You heard?)

Yo, yo, I'm sick and tired of stressin', every days a different lesson
I'm free-fallin', tryna leave this deep depression
My son Joey still slow, my mom's got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin' dope
Let me know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey

This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow doe out my ass
It's like, how much fight I got left in me
Niggaz won't be happy till they bring the fuckin' death of me
But you never see Joe look weak or flow off beat
And Charlie sees the board in four more weeks

You gotta walk, where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues, how I payed
To get where I'm going to

You gotta walk, where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues, how I payed
To get where I'm going to

Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years later
Ain't nuttin' changed, niggaz still playa haters
T S, the best that's done it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz "Run it"
Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the Coliseum to hear their favorite tunes

Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The Angels came down, took my twin Big Pun
Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world
All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin', tell Ton' that we still missin' him
I'm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors

You gotta walk, where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues, how I payed
To get where I'm going to

You gotta walk, where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues, how I payed
To get where I'm going to

Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams, man I'm praying for you
We used to stay up all night countin' dollar for dollar
You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your honor?
Can't even rap the shit we did together
You'd probably have me shackled locked down, doin' bids forever
You broke the first code, I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold
Snitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soul

How could a nigga that was clappin' in the streets
Start yappin' to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?
Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a scar
I never once tried to hurt cha'll
I'm just tryin' to do me, sell a few CDs
Buy land in Miami and cop a new B, come on!

Motherfuckers think it's sweet
Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain
You ain't never feel my pain
You don't know what the fuck I'm goin' through
Niggaz lookin' at me like, "He got it made"

Like I ain't lose Pun, my grandfather a week later
My aunt a month later
Like my fuckin' sister ain't in a coma right now!
You motherfuckers don't know pain!
Let's get one thing clear, money'll never buy you happiness
My true niggaz walk with me now

You gotta walk, where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues, how I payed
To get where I'm going to

You gotta walk, where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues, how I payed
To get where I'm going to

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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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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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He Works - Lyrics - Nu Thang - Dc Talk

Title: He Works
Album: Nu Thang
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): Joe Hogue, Toby Mckeehan, Jeff Silvey

Lyric:
Drop it, He works
On a smooth tip
Oh come on
He works
Yeah

Well I'm a Christian, and you know that's true
But sometimes things are lookin' blue
Because I lose sight, and I fall back
I start chillin' to the wrong kinda rap
Suddenly I look to see where I am
I call upon the Lord to give me a hand
My nature is sin, my flesh corrupt, y'all
But thank God, things are lookin' up
'Cause He works

He's workin' on my walk
And I know He works
He's workin' on my talk
And my God, He works
He's workin' in my life
And I said, "He works"
And we will get it right
Gonna get it right though

In school Monday mornin' at 8 a.m.
First period and I'm stuck with gym
Get dressed in the locker room
And head out the door
Not quite feelin' like I've felt before
My boys grab my arm and pull me aside
"Yo T", "Yo, what?", "It's time ta get high"
I thought for a second, didn't utter a word
Looked 'em in the eyes, said haven't ya heard
About a change in my life

Now I'm free
Christ took time on a brother like me
I turned, took a step, as I walked away
I just smiled, you couldn't help but say
He works

He's workin' on my walk
And I know He works
He's workin' on my talk
And my God, He works
He's workin' in my life
And I said, "He works"
And we will get it right
Gonna get it right though

Kick it
The Lord is in my life
He works
God is always working
He works
God is always working

He works
God is always working
Always workin' always workin'

Now ya know what I'm sayin. when I tell it like this
Some brothers might ill, in the form of a dis
But I know one thing that is guaranteed
Through Christ, I can do anything
For Him to work in ya life, ya gotta be on track
Commit ya heart, then live like that
I guess it does take two to make a thing go right
But the two that I'm talkin' of is you and Christ
He works

He's workin' on my walk
And I know He works
He's workin' on my talk
And my God, He works
He's workin' in my life
And I said, "He works"
And we will get it right
Gonna get it right though

He's workin' on my walk
And I know He works
He's workin' on my talk
And my God, He works
He's workin' in my life
And He works
And we will get it right

He works
And I know he works
And my God, He works
He works
Oh boy He works
I said "He works"
And my Lord, He works
And my God, He works

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Walk Like A Man - Lyrics - Murs

Title: Walk Like A Man
Artist: Murs
Composer(s): Nick Carter, Patrick Douthit

Lyric:
Now I used to walk with the gun, now I walk like a man
And I walk what I talk and I walk, never ran
And I never say never but I mean hardly ever
And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever

If you don't know shit then you still know better
Human life is so precious it could never be measured
Have you ever had a load of it? Cock back the heat
Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street

Trigger off safety spacin' an opportunity
These niggaz wanna waste me it ain't nothing new to me
Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust
But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus

Now I'm all punked up with a steroid trigger
'Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz
Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it
What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it
Stupid

It was a late night sunset, me and him out
Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim
Everybody wildin' out 'cause the summer's about to end
He had the hypnotic, he was missin' with the hand

Of that mean green laid back with the deep lean
On low pro shit, that's how we rolled on the scene
Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens
But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell

So we yell out, hey girl, they yell back
Maybe two in the front, maybe two in the back
But they had this dark tag, couldn't see through the black
We roll up ask 'em where their party at

They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap
But I couldn't roll out 'cause the strip was so packed
Now I'm lookin' at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat

Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit
My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit
I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles
This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it

He jumped out the Lex, snatched the dude at his hat
I put it in park, jumped out to get his back
But as I did that, I heard two shots
I turned to my right and I see my dude drop

Time stopped, couldn't believe what I seen
I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist
Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace

I remember his face but what I remember most
Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close
And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus
But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers

It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine

It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine

The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother
His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers
We said a few words faces covered with tears
How we missed him so much and we wished he was here

Then his girl said a poem, put some roses on his stone
And we said our goodbyes and they all went home
I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone
I broke out the Hen', poured a little out for him

Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen
How the homie named his newborn son after him
But as the sun went down the talk came to an end
So I said a quick prayer, Amen

And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks
And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer
I asked him what he doin', he was way out of bound
That he had a freak that lived on that side of town
He always kept the heat just in case it went down

A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga
Hey, is that that nigga, that? Hey give me the motherfucking gun
Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute
I hit you on the shirt, hit the corner nigga bend it

Splendid now with vengeance in my grasp
I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass
Slippin' while he dippin' into the ride by himself
I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth

He started to breakin' stuff, I said, I didn't want a dime
Remember what you was doin' last year at this time
He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise
When I split his face with the Glock right before he could reply

He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek
The I squeeze two times for the homie, rest in peace

It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine

It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted
Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it

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Cool - Lyrics - Food & Liquor - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Cool
Album: Food & Liquor
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Dexter Wansel, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, the Kool, turn me up, yeah

He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two earrings, a chain layin' on his chest

He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it
And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it
Smelled the Hennessey from when his niggaz got reminded
And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it

But he couldn't sip it fast enough
So the liquor was just fillin' the casket up
Floatin' down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second grade handwritin' simply read 'I miss ya'

Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture
Right next to it, one of his mans stuck a swisher
He had a notion as he laid there soakin'
He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and he

This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived and you die
If life goes passin' you by, don't cry
If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves
Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool

Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface
Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with
He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it
And when he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it

Workin' like a reverse Archaeologist
Except, his buried treasure was sunshine
So when some shine through a hole that he had drove
It reflected off the gold and almost made some blind

He grabbed onto some grass and climbed
Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time
On the watch that had stopped 6 months after the shots
That'd got him in the box, wringin' Henny out his socks

Figured it was hours because he wasn't older
Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder
So with a right hand that was all bones
And with no reason to stay he decided to walk home, so he

This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived and you die
If life goes passin' you by, don't cry
If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves
Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool

He begged for some change to get him on the train
"Damn, that nigga stank", is what they complained
Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames
Caught the reflection in the window of what he became

A long look, wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed
Matter of fact, only thing on his brain was brains
Yeah and gettin' back in his lane, doin' his thang
First he had to find something to slang

Next stop was his block, it had the same cops
Walked right past the same spot where he was shot
Shocked that some little niggaz tried to sell him rocks
It just felt weird, bein' on the opposite

They figured that he wasn't from there, so they pulled out
And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with
Put it to his head and said, "You're scared, ain'tcha?"
He said, "Hustler for death, no Heaven for a gangsta", and

This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived and you die
If life goes passin' you by, don't cry
If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves
Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool

Yeah, cool

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The Way He Was Raised - Lyrics - Everything Is Fine - Josh Turner

Title: The Way He Was Raised
Album: Everything Is Fine
Artist: Josh Turner
Composer(s): Mark Narmore, Bobby Tomberlin, Josh Turner

Lyric:
He always wore those worn out flip-flops
Spent hours in his daddy?s workshop
He loved being on the water
Fishin? with His friends

He always listened to the old folks
When they?d tell stories and crack jokes
Didn?t talk back to his mama
When she got onto Him

Oh, that?s just the way He was raised
Had to finish all His chores ?fore He could go outside and play
They always went to church, that?s where He learned how to pray
And that?s just the way He was raised

He grew His hair out when He got older
Grew it clear down to His shoulders
Started hangin? with the outcasts
When He went off to town

Some called Him a troublemaker
Even some said a lawbreaker
No matter how they talked about Him
He never put nobody down

?Cause that?s just the way He was raised
When people start to gossip He?d just walk away
He always loved His neighbor no matter what they?d say
Oh, that?s just the way He was raised

On a cross, on a hill
That long haired boy was killed
All our sins washed away
When He walked out of that grave

Oh, that?s just the way He was raised
There?s no way we can measure the sacrifice He made
He knew He had to die for our debt to be paid
Oh, that?s just the way He was raised

It took the hand of God to roll the stone away
And that?s just the way He was raised
Yeah, that?s just the way He was raised

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Fame - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Fame
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Arabian Knight, Sulayman Ansari

Lyric:
They was told not to ride in Patty's Hearse
And stay out of Charles' Manson
Took Abraham's Lincoln through the Todd Bridges expansion
Willis Reid s a map that marks the spot showin'
On his left George Burns a blunt William's holdin'

Tara Bank ed the money that Chaka Khan ed the poor
Alicia Key ed his car for givin' Melbourne Moore
For the Redd Foxx who bought off the block, but though twice
As Debora Cox the gun 'cuz she beat Kelly's Price
When Rosa Park ed the truck on the farm that Kim Fields

Linda Tripp ed for tryna to walk in Lauryn's Hills
Water dripped outta Farrah's Fawcett in the glass
She was superfly, Curtis Mayfield her ass
Chris Tucker to a show, Ted Turner to a hoe
Robert Diggs the beat, but ain't feelin' the flow

But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's Cash
Nia Long ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom Sawyer at the Lucille Ball up at the foyer
He confronted Richard Prior to hiring his lawyer
Suge's Knight removed the rook off the board
Donna King was checked and Al Sharpton the sword

Wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
The place where stars are born

The saints marched in, Kurtis Blowing his horn
Tom Cruise D the boulevard, Chris Rock ed the song
For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning
They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon
They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean

The lone seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green
You know they shoot for the stars and buck wild
Like the kids in the yard who play with Jane's Child
A beautician laced Erykah's Badu
Sean Comb ed through the evidence, just to get a clue

The needle in the haystack, from outta earth this kid
The tiger would kill him once thrown in Brad's Pitt
Jesse Owen the money from the weed Bubba Sparxxx
They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's Clark
Jeffery Lyons stuck with a thorn from George's Bush

Paul Pierce d in the heart as the crowd pushed
Acting alone, Drew Barrymore bones
Of the victims, three blocks from Jim's Brownstone
They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie's Cole d
The producer, threw the butter on Esther's Rolle

Dempsey Russel ed him down, got his jaw wide
In a instant, Brooke Shields him from the gunfire
Angie Stone D him to death, with those vocals
Keith Sweat from the workout, just from runnin' local

With cream, I ain't with the fame
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
The place where stars are born

Larry's Bird flew outta Nicholas' Cage
Joe Tex messages from Satchel's Paige
Betty Wright letters with ink from Sean's Penn
Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the song end
Glenn Close enough to quickly duck the tapes

Richard Gere ripped while he was climbin' Bill Gates
He was a southerner, posing as a native New Yorker
The Jason Kidd took his first steps in Jimmy's Walker
He stayed on line chattin' with rap celebs

Used Bernie's Mack to search Veronica's Webb
It cost them their life for the advice you gave
Now Pete Rose lay on Vanessa's Redgrave

With cream, I ain't with the fame
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
The place where stars are born

With cream, I ain't with the fame
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
The place where stars are born

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Right Now - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Right Now
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Mike Shinoda, Takbir Khalid Bashir, Tarik Collins, Ryan Patrick Maginn

Lyric:
Someone right now is leaving their apartment
Looking down at the street and wondering where their car went
Someone in the car sitting at a signal
In front of a restaurant, staring through the window

At someone right now with their finger in their teeth
Who could use a little floss right across the street
There's somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
Spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered

Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks
To work at a shop where he's about to get fired
Someone right now is looking pretty tired
Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired

Somebody living right across the street
She wrote the best things she's written all week
But her best friends coughing up blood in the sink
Can't even think what happened, feeling so confused
And he knows it looks bad but there's nothing he can do
I wonder what it's like to be right there in his shoes

But no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
Tomorrow I'll be gone, I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that, like that

Yo, somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box
And trying not to get shot in his throat
For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq
Hoping that he gets shipped back breathing

In a war that he's not really sure of the reasons
So we show our support when the press mislead them
Though we more then remain proud and salute the troops
Get some I know you boys got some work to do

Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life
And is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchiking
Scratching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner
Sneaking through the border just to work and to eat a real dinner

Right now someone wishes they were you were not
Instead of second guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide
But right now I'm staring at the window at a frame
With holes in his arm and holes in his jeans
He pulled out his ciggerette sparked the light
And walked right around the corner just outta my sight

But yo I'm just taking it in
From the second story hotel window again
The TV's on and my bags are packed
But in this world everything can change just like that, like that

But yo I'm just taking it in
From the second story hotel window again
The TV's on, and my bags are packed
But in this world everything can change just like that, like that

Ya, right now somebody's sitting in the darkness
Trying to figure out how to put some heat in their apartment
But they got no mattress no carpet
And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench

You see them when you rushing to get to the office
Wife robbed blind when she coming from the market
Right now somebody coming out from the pocket
Trying to dump that rock they run around the block with

The same time the cops is raising the glock with aim
To fill your legs and back with some hot shit
Right now somebody struggling to stop this man
Who's kicking and punching and cussing at the doctors

Down the hall the child taking his first breath
The doctors ain't even passed him to the nurse yet yo
I wonder if he understands what it's worth yet
Like the time spent while we here on the earth yet

The answer to the question that we all seek
Can be found depend on how free y'all think
Right now it's somebody who ain't eat all week
That would kill for the shit that you throw away in the street

I guess ones man's trash is the next man's treasure
One man's pain is the next man's pleasure
One say infinity the next say forever
Right now everybody got to get it together man

I'm just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again
Put my luggage on my back, I don't know where I'm at
I'm in world where we all change just like that

Yeah, but no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
Tomorrow I'll be gone, I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that, like that, yeah

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Billy Bayou - Lyrics - Del Reeves

Title: Billy Bayou
Artist: Del Reeves
Composer(s): Roger Miller

Lyric:
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a red headed son
No name soothed him Jim, Jack or Joe
So they just called him Billy Bayou

Billy Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quick sand and walk slow
Billy Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

Billy was a boy kinda big for a size
Red hair and freckles and big blue eyes
Thirteen years from the day he was born
Billy fought the battle of the little Big Horn

Billy Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quick sand and walk slow
Billy Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One sad day Billy cried hoho
I can whip the feathers of Geronimo
He smarted off and the chief got mad
This nearly ended our Louisiana lad

Billy Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quick sand and walk slow
Billy Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One day in 1878
A pretty girl walked through Billy's front gate
He didn't know whether to stand there and run
He would end up married cause he did neither one

Billy Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quick sand and walk slow
Billy Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

A pretty girl'll get you one of these days
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

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Billy Bayou - Lyrics - Roger Miller

Title: Billy Bayou
Artist: Roger Miller
Composer(s): Roger Miller

Lyric:
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a red headed son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
So they just called him Billy Bayou

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

Billy was a boy kinda big for a size
Red hair and freckles and big blue eyes
Thirteen years from the day he was born
Billy fought the battle of the Little Big Horn

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One sad day Billy cried, "Ho, ho
I can whip the feathers of Geronimo"
He smarted off, the chief got mad
That like, ended our Louisiana lad

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One day in 1878
A pretty girl walked through Bill's front gate
He didn't know whether to stand there and run
He wound up married 'cause he did neither one

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

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Billy Bayou - Lyrics - Jim Reeves

Title: Billy Bayou
Artist: Jim Reeves
Composer(s): Roger Miller

Lyric:
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a red-headed son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
So they just called him Billy Bayou

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

Billy was a boy, kinda big for his size
Red hair, freckles and big blue eyes
Thirteen years from the day he was born
Billy fought the battle of the Little Big Horn

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One sad day Billy cried, "Ho Ho!
I can lick the feathers off of Geronimo"
He started off, the chief got mad
This nearly ended our Louisiana lad

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One day in eighteen seventy-eight
A pretty girl walked through Bill's front gate
He didn't know whether to stand there or run
He wound up married 'cuz he didn't either one

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

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Billy Bayou - Lyrics - Kitty Wells

Title: Billy Bayou
Artist: Kitty Wells
Composer(s): Roger Miller

Lyric:
Back about eighteen hundred
And some a Louisiana couple had a red headed son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
They just called him Billy Bayou

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

Billy was a boy kinda big for a size
Red hair and freckles and big blue eyes
Thirteen years from the day he was born
Bill fought the battle of the little big horn

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One sad day Billy cried
"Hoho, I can whip the feathers of Geronimo"
He smarted off the chief got mad
This nearly ended our Louisiana lad

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One day in 1878 a pretty girl
Walked through Billy's front gate
He didn't know whether to stand there or run
He would up married 'cause he did weighter one

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

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Billy Bayou - Lyrics - Charley Pride

Title: Billy Bayou
Artist: Charley Pride
Composer(s): Roger Miller

Lyric:
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a red headed son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
So they just called him Billy Bayou

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

Billy was a boy kinda big for a size
Red hair and freckles and big blue eyes
Thirteen years from the day he was born
Billy fought the battle of the Little Big Horn

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One sad day Billy cried, "Ho, ho
I can whip the feathers of Geronimo"
He smarted off, the chief got mad
That like, ended our Louisiana lad

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

One day in 1878
A pretty girl walked through Bill's front gate
He didn't know whether to stand there and run
He wound up married 'cause he did neither one

Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walkin' on quicksand and walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days

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You'Ll Never Leave Harlan Alive - Lyrics - Part II - Brad Paisley

Title: You'Ll Never Leave Harlan Alive
Album: Part II
Artist: Brad Paisley
Composer(s): Darrell Scott

Lyric:
In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I trace my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
'You will never leave Harlan alive'

When my granddad's dad walked down Catron's Mountain
And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride
He said, won't you walk with me out of the mouth of this holler?
Or we'll never leave Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

Well no one ever knew there was coal in them mountains
'Til a man from the Northeast arrived
Waving hundred dollar bills
He said, I'll pay you for your minerals
But he never left Harlan alive

Well granny, she sold out cheap and they moved out west of Pineville
To a farm where big Richland River winds
I bet they danced them a jig and laughed and sang a new song
Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive?

But the times, they got hard and tobacco wasn't selling
And ole granddad knew what he'd do to survive
He went and dug for Harlan coal
Sent the money back to granny but he never left Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your life digging coal from the bottom of your grave

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I trace my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
'You'll never leave Harlan alive'

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The Other Side - Lyrics - Lucky Dube

Title: The Other Side
Artist: Lucky Dube
Composer(s): Ermelo Dube

Lyric:
His name is Jackson, he lives in Jamaica
Every mornin' he comes down to the docks
To watch the ships come and go
He's been here too long
Mental slavery, has not touched him one bit

He still know his history, he knows where he come from
That is why he believes the ocean
Can give him some answers
About the very very far home
That he's never been to all his life

He says, "I wish I was home, I wish I was in Africa"
Hey, I wish I was home, I wish I was in Africa

I have seen his world, I've seen the other world
I have nothing to say
I put my coat on my shoulders
As I walk away, I heard myself sing

The grass is greener on the other side
Till you get there and see it for yourself
The grass is greener on the other side
Till you get there and see it for yourself
The grass is greener on the other side
Till you get there and see it for yourself

His name is Themba, he lives in Soweto
Every mornin' he goes to the airport
To watch the planes come and go
He has changed his African name to a western one
'Cause he doesn't know how it hurts
To have a name you can't be proud of

He hopes that one day
One of these birds of the sky
Can take him away to a very very far land
Running away from the very roots
That so many black people in the world
Are wanting to come back to a place they call home

They wish they were home, they wish they were in Africa
They wish they were home, they wish they were in Africa

I live in his world, I've seen the other world
I got nothing to say I put my coat on my shoulders
As I walked away I heard myself sing

The grass is greener on the other side
Till you get there and see it for yourself
The grass is greener on the other side
Till you get there and see it for yourself
The grass is greener on the other side
Till you get there and see it for yourself
The grass is greener

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Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And A Necklace - Lyrics - Fevers & Mirrors - Bright Eyes

Title: Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And A Necklace
Album: Fevers & Mirrors
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
{"So long, everything" he shouted
Then he ran next door to Margot's house
"I'm moving," he said, "where?" asked Margot
"Two weeks away, two weeks away," he said M-Mitchell
"Where is that?" asked Margot
"It's everywhere, I will be after I walk for two weeks," said Mitchell
"I have lived in the same place for a long time
It is time for me to go some place else, else"}

{"No," said Margot, "You have only lived next door for fifteen years"
"Sixteen," said Mitchell
"Fifteen, six, what's the difference," said Margot
"I want you to stay next door forever"
"I can't," said Mitchell
"I do not want to go wake up in the same old bedroom
And eat breakfast in the some old kitchen
Every room in my house is the some old room
'Cause I have been there too long"}

You turn on a spindle, you're so much looser now
But you're not explaining, how you've gained such new repose
I touch the clasp of your locket with its picture held
Some secret you wouldn't tell, but let it choke your neck
So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide
Solids changing into light with a burst of heat so bright

Well fine, don't you do what I want you to
Yeah, don't degrade yourself the way that I do
'Cause you don't depend upon all the shit that I use
To make my moods and improve

{"And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail
Same old scale, same old walk, same old talk," said Margot
"No," said Mitchell
"I like your face, tail, scale, walk and talk, I like you"
"I like, I like, like, like you too" said Mitchell
He walked to the door, "I must pack," he said}

Near a sea of pianos there were waves of chords
That crashed against the shore in one huge and useless roar
And there were girls bringing water like a dream they came
To cool the fever of my brain and soothe my burning throat
And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweatin'
On a string of my regrets and placed it round my neck

And they were singing "Don't you do what you've wanted to
You don't destroy yourself like those cowards do
Maybe the sun keeps coming up 'cause it's gotten used to you
And your constant need for proof"

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Walked Out Of Heaven - Lyrics - Jagged Edge

Title: Walked Out Of Heaven
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Brian Casey, Brandon Casey, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
I'm rollin' down a lonely highway
Askin' God to please forgive me
For messin' up the blessin' he gave to me
I see everything clearer now

The night's as black, black as it's ever been
Without my girl, I'mma lose it
And I pray that He just sheds His grace on me
I need just to be back with my baby

Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
Feels like I done damn near thrown my life away, hey
I'm scared just like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do
To get back right with you

Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
Feel like I done damn near thrown my life away
Like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do
Feels like I just walked right out of heaven

See my mama told me that if it's meant to be
She'll come back and she'll forgive me
And the best thing I can do is to just let her let her go
I know I don't wanna do it

But if I continue to push she'll just pull away
And I know that in my heart it's a reality
I didn't treat her like she wanted to be treated
And I hope that she's not gone for good, no, no, no

Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
Feels like I done damn near threw my life away, hey
I'm scared just like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do
To get back right with you

Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
Feel like I done damn near throw my life away, hey
Like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do
Feels like I just walked right out of heaven

Baby, right before you all the time
So close to you, wrong with my life
Girl I try and I try

I feel like I can't walk, I feel like I can't talk
I don't know what to do
To get back right with you
I feel like I just walked out of heaven, baby

If you ever love somebody
And if you ever have somebody
But you know where your heart can hurt by somebody
Let me hear you say yeah

Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
Feel like I done damn near thrown my life away, hey
Scared just like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do
To get back right with you

Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
Feel like I done damn near thrown my life away, hey
Like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do
Feels like I just walked

Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
Feel like I damn near threw my life away, hey
Feel just like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do
To get back right with you

Feels like I just walked right out of heaven
Feel like I damn near threw my life away, hey
Feel just like a child that's lost at seven
I don't know what to do

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