He was a railroad man 'Til he stepped in front of the railroad train And Bangor when he went to Maine He rode across the plains The hauled bananas to Savannah And a railroad man You know, his name was Tex when he's in Texas Oh, a railroad man Oh,

My name is (who?) Hi! My name is (what?) Hi! My name is (huh?) My name is (what?) Excuse me, (my name is) (who? My name is) Can I get the attention of the class (huh my name is, what my name is) For one second My name is (My name is Slim Shady)

(Joe Callicott) Drop down baby, just like showers of rain I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah I hate to hear my fair brown call my name Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain Walks to the station, tears running down I got

The day has come We belong with the living dead of the night Hold on to me baby His bony hands will do you no harm It said in the cards we lost our soul to the nameless one Wake up baby and taste the dirt We're six feet under and still in love Hear the

And I don't even know his last name My momma would be so ashamed It started off "hey cutie, where you from?" And then it turned into "oh no! what have I done?" And I don't even know my last name Last night, I got served, a little bit too much of that

My name ain't Susan One night not long ago I fell for you Too easy to let go She was one from your past One of the few You said it didn't last Now Romeo you know I can't believe

Can we talk in the morning? Oh, baby it's late I'm a dog lying down on a warm bit of pavement Checking this collar you see what the name is Think that it's worth it? Well, I hope that you're right You're falling asleep on the red eye tonight And you know

On the highway, thirty people lost their lives. In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin' on. For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone. In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name. On the highway, thirty people turned to stone. Well, I had some

You gon' have to say my name for this 'Cause usually, I don't do no flying out I never been one to fuck up the vibe The other side of you is on the loose Ain't got much to say I shoulda copped the one way You might have to catch a plane for this But

He's just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk-behinder, he's a new note finder But his name's a reminder Of a blues man that's already gone So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his