Standing on the corner with my paper cup. Nickels, dimes and quarters never near enough. The busy people walk on by never look me in the eye. I become expandable, untouchable, invisible.
A threadbare alibi, a lifetime full of promise. Fell from my Mary's eyes as she saw the screen door swing. The baby never woke, he lay cradled in her trembling.
Love don't hang out in a grand hotel. Got no satin sheets, got no servant's bell. Ain't in Bel Air on some big old yacht. Ain't in a beach house on Monserrat.
Ever since she was a baby. Settin' on her daddy's knee. Had him wrapped around her finger. Doing anything she pleased. . She had a way of getting what she wanted.
Heard you was in trouble and hurtin' awful bad. Facing the biggest challenges that you have ever had. For peace and truth and justice we've struggled every day.
I can't see the burned out night light. Her spirit calls from long ago, long ago. Something doesn't ring right. Must be my telephone. . Breakin' in another morning.
Up every mornin' just to keep a job. I gotta fight my way through the busslin' mob. Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain. While another day goes down the drain.
Old man sun is setting, he won again today. I got blisters on my fingers, salt stains on my shirt. Close the gate behind me, hear you call my name. Cuttin' cross the backyard, shakin' off the dirt.
Somewhere, back in the good old days. I missed the last train home. Mastered more than a million ways. To turn my soul to stone. . I have taken love, I have taken trust.
There are dreams that come to me in the night. And some are precious and fine. Lately all of my dreams of you are the hurtin' kind. Lyin' beside you, I miss the heat and I feel so alone.
I said 'goodnight' to the crowd. Found my way back from another night out in the blue. The sad ones remind me too much of myself. The sweet ones remind me of you.
Welcome to Nashville, welcome to Nashville. Welcome to Nashville, welcome to Nashville. Welcome to Nashville, Nashville, Tennessee. . It aint been this bad since Conway had him a perm.
You're the angel in my pocket. You're that whisper in my head. You're the perfume on my dirty shirt. The favorite words I've ever said. . You're the edge I just stepped off of.
You're the angel in my pocket. You're that whisper in my head. You're the perfume on my dirty shirt. The favorite words I've ever said. . You're the edge I just stepped off of.
Im tired of all these questions. You leaving me thinking youre teaching me a lesson. Im tired of all these games. Of being wrong and feeling ashamed. .
Was a smoke filled room, was a Friday night. Talkin to a sweet thing and having me a good time. Went through that door, big Jim walked in. Hed been pushing me around since we was kids.
Sex and the city and Indian food. Well, I never tried em, not until you. But its lookin like you left me. With some habits I cant break. . I feel kinda guilty whenever I cuss.
Soulja Boy off in this oh. Watch me crank it, watch me roll. Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy. Then Superman dat oh. . Now watch me you. (Crank dat, Soulja Boy).
Her momma named her Daisy, got it from a magazine. Through the mountains in her white dress shed run chasin me. Thought she was faster cause I told her so.
Tearing up the earth and knocking down those cornrows. Plowboy and mule and a size twelve steel toe. Workin up a sweat, gonna meet her at the fishin hole.