Hey! (Hey) I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'm begging you to beg me I want you to want me I need you to need me
Loco man, watchin' all the fish swim away. He no work, he just sleep and play. Sitting here on tha sand. Sunny-land, Coconut comin down all tha time.
It was April 27 in the year of 91 Bout a mile below the surface and the warm kentucky sun The late shift was ending and the early shift was late. The
I worked the fields my father worked From dawn until setting sun My calloused hands and wind-burned face Have marked me as a man Who has no voice, no
My mama was the cold North wind, My daddy was the son, of a railroad man from west of hell, Where the trains don't even run... Never heard the whistle
Whenever I'm out a-wanderin, Chasing a rainbow dream, I often stop and think about, A place I've never seen, Where friendly folks can gather, And raise
Loco man, watchin' all the fish swim away. He no work, he just sleep and play. Sitting here on tha sand. Sunny-land, Coconut comin down all tha time
Ol' man river That ol' man river He must say something (he don't know nothin') But he don't say nothing That ol' man river He just keeps rollin' along
at that same old view Just we two, Darby and Joan Who used to be Jack and Jill The folks who like to be called What they have always been called The folks
-plenty of So come on down have a look around At rich folks livin' in a poor folks town So, come on down Have a look around Rich folks livin' in a poor folks
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My friends kill my folks in front of me my friends kill my folks and they're not even sorry they say the line is thick between crying and crying they
My friends kill my folks in front of me My friends kill my folks and I'm not even sorry They say the line is thick between cryin' and cryin' They say
young folks, oh No no no no! You might no like it, but I gotta tell you I gotta tell you, oh yeah... You gotta make way for the young folks ooo,
