Long leges stepped out of the car. And walked across the floor to the bar. I turned my head, didn't want her to see. The way her walk was affecting me.
Witchi-tie-to, gimee rah. Whoa rah neeko, whoa rah neeko. Hey ney, hey ney, no way. . Witchi-tie-to, gimee rah. Whoa rah neeko, whoa rah neeko. Hey ney, hey ney, no way.
Everyone seems so certain. Everyone knows who they are. Everyone's got a mother and a father. They all seem so sure they're going far. They all got more friends than they can use.
Nobody likes me. They're all against me. Oh why. What have I done. To make them hate me. Oh why. I was always the one. To love and help the ones. Who'd done me wrong.
Wake up everybody no more sleepin' in bed. No more backward thinkin' time for thinkin' ahead. The world has changed so very much. From what it used to be.
What happens when you... show condolence?. What happens when you... change a single cell?. What?!. What happens when you... get hurt like once?. What happens when you... deserve it like once?.
Is it so hard to keep up A steady pull on the opposite Give me your well-mended break. I agree to have What is needed something more Give me your well-mended break.
WRONG COMPANY. Writer Harlan Howard. . I've lost the only love I've ever known. Too many nights I left her all alone. I said forgive me, one too many times.
While we're drinking our martinis there's a little child that's starving in Biafra. And the good life that I'm living makes me happy but not blind. I see my neighbors dying for the freedom.
I've stole that money for my baby I've shot that man who shot at me. She wasn't even in the courtroom and I'm a wishin' she was here instead of me. Now Lord you know that I ain't yellow but she's out there running fancy free.
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME. WRITER HARLAN HOWARD. RECORDED BY WAYLON JENNINGS. . I've been cheated, mistreated, broken man, defeated. No one wanted or needed any part of me.
WHAT A LAUGH. (Harlan Howard - Freddie Hart). '61 Tree Publishing, BMI. RECORDED BY FREDDIE HART. . Look at you look at me ha-ha what a laugh. Tied together yet we're worlds apart.
WE'LL NEVER LOVE AGAIN. Writer Harlan Howard. . Oh the nights I've cried, how I'd die inside. Knowing we'll never love again, love again. One mistake I've made, what a price I've paid.
He's an all American boy mama's pride and papa's joy. Paper waddin' all the girls tiein' knots in sister's curles. BB gunnin' passers by with a twinkle in his eye.
There's too much hatin' goin' on not enough lovin'. Not enough helping hands too much pushin' and shovin'. Too many lazy people lookin' for a hand out.
Look out. Somehow.. We're on their radar now.. They've got their sights. Trained on us day and night.. We're under attack.. We've got to watch our back..
Time stands still. Watching you dance for me. The shiny thrill. Of your PVC. We meet eyes. And signal with secret smiles. Though you're nearby. It can feel like miles.
We can pass through. Invisible to all that. Entangles us.. We have to choose. Between the safe and Ultimately dangerous.. Some believe in destiny. But that is not for me..
Yo, I'm still lookin' at the game you know. And I see that it's a lot a niggas that's just frontin'. Basically, ya know what I mean?. . Yo, I'm doin' 150 wildin' headin' out to City Island.