Angels sing and buzzards fly. Kingdoms fall and rivers rise. It's all the same since the sin is alive. Some are free but we're all doing time. . One day at a time smell the roses taste the wine.
Somewhere the sun is shining. On some unhappy day. Somewhere there's people laughing. Think they've found the way. . But it's not me. It's not me, no, no, now.
Oh another hot cup of coffee, i'm up at 5 am. These old worn out workin' boots look like these beat up hands. But I get up and I do it, because people depend on me.
There's a story to tell about days of old. A man and his gun, a street fighter I'm told. There's one in every town, tryin' to make himself a name. If he's quicker on the draw, comes glory and fame.
You better listen my brother. 'cause if you do you can hear. There are voices still callin' from across the years. And they're cryin' across the ocean.
Woman, I have to leave you. I can't stay where there is no pay. And I don't care where I'm goin' to. It's been so long since I've been gone. Lord I'm tired and I want to go home.
In this world that we all live in. Its all takin' and there's no givin'. Before its too late, something's gotta change. . Go to work every day for the dollar.
Ain't no reason why I should feel this way. I got everything going for now. Might have it all, some people say. . But each time I think of your smiling face.
This song goes out to all the money men. . He drives around in a fancy car. Smokes those long Cuban cigars. He don't know how to play guitar. He can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star.
Mister Banker. Mister please, how much does money mean. Won't you reconsider Mister. Won't you do this thing for me. . Ain't got no house. Ain't got no car.
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys. I'm Alabama bound. I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm. I'm Alabama bound. Well, I'm not looking for no trouble.
She's on the left, I'm on the right. Oh, here comes trouble and I. Ain't even seen her yet. Oh, she's something I'll regret. She's got it good, I got it bad.
Michelle, little girl I need you baby. More than the air I breathe. My love for you grows stronger babe. My words you must believe. . Well I need to see you laugh again.
She's got Mississippi Blood runnin' through her veins. Her mama was a looker from New Orleans. Daddy worked hard with a gun in his boot. Blow you away click bang boom boom.
She'd wake us up early. Every mornin'. She'd help us say our prayers. Every night. She was always there to help us. Through the hard times. We could count on her.
Raised up with two kinds of people. The good ones and the bad. I was taught from early on. The only choice I had. Now I see, it's clear to me. What was in the plan.
"Well when I was a young-un they used to teach me to play music like this here...". . When I look in your face baby. When I look in your eyes. I can tell pretty mama I been wastin' time.
She'd wake us up early every mornin'. She'd help us say our prayers every night. She was always there to help us through the hard times. We could count on her to make everything alright.
MMmmmMMMmmm.... Well it took so long for me to realize. That my destiny was right before my eyes. If it were up to me to travel through this life. I'd find an open space for me to live out all my dreams.
We just landed. We just touched down. It just hit home yeah that a good man's gone. Hey cat in the hat. We're all gonna miss you. And all of your practical jokes yeah.