He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the kids for food

This town's too small to be mean And somebody's sister knows somebody's husband And somebody's daughter knows somebody's brother And around here, we all look out for each other Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting Too small to be lying

God knows that I love you Too bad you don't have to, no no But you can't ever find me on my own Then it's goodbye on the train Couldn't care less about me Will I ever see you again? You're the girl that I'm meant for Making love in the bathroom Don't

All that I want is one who knows me A kind hand on my face when I weep And I'd give back these things I know are meaningless For a little fire beside me when I sleep My friend, come stand beside me Lately, I'm feeling so lost A flood came and washed the

When she loves me When my baby loves me, She lays it all on the line. When she loves me, Her hair is red And her eyes are green She's soft and tender But she can be mean She knows what it takes to keep me

'Do it slow' I don't know Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam But that's just the trouble The name of this tune is Mississippi goddam And I mean every word of it Can't you see it

Cause the days have no numbers Must've been forces That took me on them wild courses Who knows how many poses That I've been in But them the main closest Hark! it gives meaning mine I cannot really post this Ah feel the signs

This town's too small to be mean And somebody's sister knows somebody's husband And somebody's daughter knows somebody's brother And around here, we all look out for each other Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting Too small to be lying

He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the kids for food

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie Ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha) Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' yeah Holla at 'em