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My Home Is On The Delta
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Mumbling Word
Baby when I heard those ugly things,. That came out of your pretty little mouth,. I packed up my beat up suitcase,. And took the first train south.. .
Muddy Wolf
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Muddy Waters Talking
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Mountain Time
You drive West on 80 and it won't take too long,. Til the road starts climbing up to mountain time.. There's a girl I know there, she lives free and easy,.
Mountain Climbing
I'm just a poor man working day by day. Lost in the struggle, there's a mountain in my way. So strap your boots on get ready for that first step. The uphill battle that I ain't even started yet.
Mississippi Heartbeat
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Miss You, Hate You
I got a problem burning through my veins,. i got a tattoo on my arm with your name.. a ragin' virus burnin' through my skin,. can you tell me why this has to end?.
Miss Lady
I remember long time ago. You outside of your show. Tell me to come back. You said that I was on your jet. . So then that's why all I know. Someday you will come around talking your charm.
Man Of Many Words
I don't care what nobody say. I'm a man of a many words. I spit things so loud and clear. You've got to believe every word you heard. . I rap strong and you know right along.
Midnight Blues
It's the darkest hour of the darkest night. It's a million miles from the morning light. Can't get no sleep, don't know what to do. I've got those midnight blues.
My God
People what have you done?. Locked Him in His golden cage. Golden cage. . Made Him bend to your religion. Him resurrected from the grave. From the grave.
My Sunday Feeling
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me.. My Sunday feeling is coming on over me,. Now that the night is over.. Got to clear my head so I can see.. Till I get to put together,.
Move On Alone
I feel so sad now that she's gone. I've been loving that woman too long.. There is no place to go because my friends have all moved. Got nothing but sit in the sun..
Motoreyes
Out on the fast and free way,. humming along through a build-up ad-man's dream.. Streaking past in a cloud of spray. goes the high-performance motor queen..
Mountain Men
The poacher and his daughter. throw soft shadows on the water in the night.. A thin moon slips behind them. as they pull the net with no betraying light..
Moths
Oh the leaded window opened. but you moved the dancing candle flame. and the first moths of summer. suicidal came, oh suicidal came.. . And the new breeze chattered.
Mother England Reverie
I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone. I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones. And if you think I'm joking, then I'm just a one-line I have no house in the country I have no motor car. And it seems there's no-body left for tennis; and I'm joker in a public bar. a one-band-man. And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand. rubbing his hands with glee. He said, ``Oh Mother England, There was a little boy stood on a burning log, did you light my smile; or did you light this fire under me? One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery. And paint you a picture of the queen. it's just the nonsense that it seems.'' And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree --- So I drift down through the Baker Street valley, in my steep-sided un-reality. for a better one. It's a real-life ripe dead certainty --- And when all is said and all is done --- I couldn't wish that I'm just a Baker Street Muse. old way. Talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same I tried to catch my eye but I looked the other way. Indian restaurants that curry my brain --- newspaper warriors changing the names they advertise from the station stand. Circumcised with cold print hands. Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel. Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match-seller, breath out of time --- you can call me on another line. Couldn't shake her --- with my Baker Street Bruise. Didn't make her --- with my Baker Street Ruse. Like to take her --- but I'm just a Baker Street Muse. (I can't get out!).
Mother Goose
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair. I came upon Mother Goose. So I turned her loose--. She was screaming.. And a foreign student said to me. Was it really true.
Montserrat
Fires on the mountain, and the dogs bark.. Crash of the ocean swelling: crickets in the dark.. The temperature is rising. the village gets no sleep.. It's hardly surprising, given the hot company they keep..
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