There was a song we used to sing. Whenever this life get us down. Then it would give us hope again. Help pull ourselves up from the ground. . My body is achin'.
Sister, sister. I cry my eyes sore. But no one listens to me. My head is pounding. my wrists are bleeding. My life means nothing to me. You'll realize you've lost your mind when you see the world through my eyes.
I don't pick up pennies, I don't knock on wood. Step on the cracks a little more than I should. Lucky it ain't nothin' now I got you. . I don't cross fingers behind my back.
I'm not pretending so don't ask why. Your time is coming and that's no lie. You're the exception that proves the rule. From where I'm standing you're nobody's fool.
I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. Well, my father told me. "Son, you had better get a gun".
Oh baby do it again and again. I can hear nothing. Windswept is the sand. Oh baby show me more. I can see nothing. Windswept is the shore. Heatwave to nightshade.
What goes on in your mind?. I think that I am falling down.. What goes on in your mind?. I think that I am upside down.. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright..
Tonight you're mine, completely. You give your soul so sweetly. Tonight the light of love is in your eyes. But will you love me tomorrow. . Is this a lasting treasure.
Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work. Talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt. Some heading home to their families, some looking to get hurt.
She walked into town in a long white gown. And the band played on with no one around. And the rice was gone oh hours ago. And the white wheeled limousine's standing alone.
Standing in line marking time--. Waiting for the welfare dime. 'Cause they can't buy a job. The man in the silk suit hurries by. As he catches the poor old ladies' eyes.
Oh, we're gonna make this a big one. . I'm checking out my native city,. I can feel the blood in my veins. And my nerves are weak and my heart is just about to collapse,.
Well it was only a game she was mine for the asking. And I'd figured the whole thing out. When she told me her name it was more than a feeling. There wasn't any doubt.
I'm waiting for my man. 26 dollars in my hand. Up to Lexington 125. Feel sick and dirty. more dead than alive. I'm waiting for my man. . Hey white boy, what you doing uptown.
I got a love that's second to none. You and me and him makes it one. . About as wide as the sea. Thinner than a butt of a flea. . A love that slits its own throat.
Got my window open in the southern cross hotel. It's been my longest night I can tell. By the way I'm not surprised. To see the desert cover over paradise.
I want you to know that I love you, baby. Want you to know that I care. . I'm so happy when you're round me but I'm. Sad when you're not there. Sing the song now.
What is soul? What is soul, babe?. . Some few people really know. It's deep within us, it doesn't show. A soul is somethin' that comes from deep inside.
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,. For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke,.
(Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it). Girl was the type you have dreams about on Sunday afternoon. The kinda girl you see stopping traffic down town on a sunny day in June.