a tag-a-long, that I be raggin on 7L's on the cut, while Joe is tappin on the 3000, me I'm just loungin Waitin for a sucker MC to start poundin You know
still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a
pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a
within this cold tomb with pain sharp as a knife I now lie resting like a child on thy womb, gave back a part of my life. For a while it had disappeared
My autumn's done come. Done come Bring me water short and scotch tall A big long black cigar that ain't all Hang me a hammock between two big trees Leave
that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local
sing. She was sweeter than the blooming rose So early in the spring. Her thoughts were gay and happy And the morning gay and fine, For her lover was a
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more, And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground. And people all over the earth turned around. For
try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me if a nigga aint running shootin a jump shot running a
Edgar Edgar: It's been a long time, Roderick I've ridden many miles It's been a dull and soundless day for autumn The leaves have lost their autumn glow
Rossington - Ronnie Van Zant) Like a restless leaf in the autumn breeze Once I was a tumblin' weed Like a rollin' stone, cold and all alone Living for
Like a restless leaf in the autumn breeze Once I was a tumblin' weed Like a rollin' stone, cold and all alone Living for the day my train would come
...Pretty lady bird (I,m your lady bird) You're a lady bird (Yes, I'm a lady bird) You're too much you little bird. (Thanks to Pamela for these lyrics
up in the autumn branches Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances And for a while
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday...) Verse Two: Big
make me beg for more A robin sings a masterpiece That lives and dies unheard For screams of passion A sound produced by two in love (oh, two in