37 lyrics for "He taught me how"
How could you put us through it? How could you take his life away? (What made you think you had the right?) How could you be so full of hate? (To take away somebody's life) And when I heard you let him die Uncle Sam taught him to shoot Maybe a little too
PlayWhy you do me wrong When you wear that dress Oh, my heart just can't take it anymore When you act like this It's like your mama never taught you how to love So let me teach you Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God Dance with that body, girl 'Cause everybody
PlayNow I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
PlayNow I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
PlayThere is no time to hesitate Don't despair, show no fear Live your life without regrets Don't despair and show no fear In the face of a certain death When we die! From birth we're taught how to survive We're taught how war is waged And there are no men
PlayAnd often have I wondered How the years and I survived I had a mother who sang to me An honest lullaby Early early in the game I taught myself to sing and play And use a little trickery On kids who never favored me Those were years of crinoline slips And
PlayBoss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas You say that you a baller And I see you tryna holla But that ain't how I was brought up Working for my money 'Cause that's what my momma taught me So yo ass betta show me some respect
PlayHow can you ever sleep a wink at night, Pretending that everything is alright, Never in my life have I seen someone On and on and on and on it goes, You're the rotted root in the family tree. We're taught unconditional love, That blood is thicker than
PlayJust holding the flashlight He'll never how much he taught me Out in that garage And I guess the stuff that stuck Was more about life than fixing cars But I sure did learn a lot He said son hold it still Keep that beam shining straight He'd have a
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