Lord I wonder, will my baby think of me Lord I ain't got no, special rider here Well, that mean old, mean old Frisco, and that low down Santa Fe Yes, that mean old Frisco, low down Santa Fe Gone took my babe away,

(If you're troubled) you've just gotta let it go (All your hustles ain't for nothing) You've just gotta take it slow (When you need me, baby) all you do is let me know (If you're worried, baby) you've just gotta let it go Dear Lord, can you take it away

Who gon' ride wit' me? And gon' ride wit' me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me Gotta smile through it even though you hate it All I ask is

I’m alright (I’m alright) Can nothing stop me now Man I’m so blessed (I’m so blessed) I got the Lord on my shoulders Ain’t got no stress (Ain’t got no stress) My people with me they celebratin’ the life We livin’ life (We livin’ life) Now sing it with me

It ain’t no one man can stop us Lord, lemme know if you got this Preaching about prophets Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess Bow down to a Goddess Goddess! Got it? Put your hands in the sky But only if you feel the vibe

That the worst is yet to come Well, I got a bad, bad feelin' Woke up this mornin', wrong side of the bed Had a heavenly night, you know, I'm feelin' it in my head Lord have mercy, and the day ain't even begun Didn't get no breakfast, didn't get no lunch

What fate awaits the machine-gun man? Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan It's a shame, it's a shame, Lord The trigger be his only friend It's a shame, oh yeah He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn Tell me what a young man,

Won't you do this thing for me Ain't got no car Won't you bury my papa for me Oh Mister Banker please Mister Banker Mister please, how much does money mean Won't you reconsider Mister Ain't got no house All I got, lord, is my guitar