I went down to the station, just to take a ride. Run, run, run, run. If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time. Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band. I pulled out from the platform,

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

Harlem once was red line district rated Designated ghetto like the yellow star of David And you wonder why people don't own their homes 'Cause the racist bank wouldn't fuckin' mortgage a loan Until after the invasion of gentrification Eminent domain

Estoy enamorado de cuatro babies Siempre me dan lo que quiero Chingan cuando yo les digo Ninguna me pone pero Dos son casadas Hay una soltera La otra medio psycho y si no la llamo se desespera Bryant Myers Ya no sé que hacer

I wish somebody would have told me babe All the love you won't forget And all these reckless nights you won't regret Those good old days Some day, these will be the good old days Someday soon, your whole life's gonna change You'll miss the magic of these

How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore Go on and on Grow into more of a phenomenon? Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother Be seated at the right hand of the father Washington hires Hamilton right on sight But Hamilton still wants to

To your heart This the day it all began One place that it came together More than a ring or a tattoo Wish your birthmark that reminds of you So let's get on an airplane Go back to where we began To that point which is days apart That stamp right next to

Dead memories in my heart I can't go back again And we won't be born again But I'll never survive With dead memories in my heart Sitting in the dark, I can't forget Even now, I realize the time I'll never get Another story of the bitter pills of fate But

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot better with you up in it So baby you a song Yeah, when I

Yeah, yeah, I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack They're in my head And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze Hey, hey, hey