I put one foot in front of the other one, oh oh oh I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die In front of the other one I'm standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen I can’t help but love thinking that everyone

Kick back an' get high Hang a sign on the door of my life Tell the world that I've gone missin' An' I won't be back for a while I'm so tired of only wishin' I could leave my troubles behind I wanna be front porch rockin' With a big sun droppin' in a blue

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth They torture all the women and children Then they've put the men to the gun 'cause across the human frontier Freedom's always on the run Guns guns a-shaking in terror

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

I don't want to stay Oh yeah can you see them? Out on the porch Ah, but they don't wave Round the front way, yeah And I know and I know On a porch a letter sat

Every picture tells a story don't it? Spent time feelin' inferior standing' in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways, but I came out lookin' just the same Daddy said, son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

I was born to run Born to run There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now Talkin' 'bout how it used to be When I was young I was a hell of a man My father died when I was ten I hit the road to find a job Had to feed my family

Yeah, I love them strippers In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas Let's play big bank take little bank You are looking at a shark in a fish tank When I'm in the kitchen, I make plenty cash Tell