Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now We could've been somebody And came out of your body And came out of our body Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to

As a man can be Baby, please Down in the deep blue see I'm blue and lonesome I'm blue and lonesome, yeah I don't have no headache about myself My love has gone away from me Baby, please come back to me Come on home to me

For the rest of your lives Lost in a fog I've been treated like a dog And I'm out of here I got no name And I feel no shame And I got no fear And I bow down To the tears of a clown

When the lights go down in the city And the sun shines on the bay I want to be there in my city So you think you're lonely Well my friend I'm lonely too I want to get back to my city by the bay It's sad, oh there's been mornings Out on the road without

Dance, dance We're falling apart to halftime And these are the lives you love to lead I'm two quarters and a heart down And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds Why don't you show me a little bit of spine Dance this is the way they'd love (way

Round and round dip it down Separate bring it back (and go out and step the whole night through) Now let me see you do the love slide (everybody do the stepping) Now, now, now, see you got to understand stepping is not just a dance its a its a culture It

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make a deal. When

And the hardest part Was letting go, not taking part I could feel it go down I wonder what it's all about That's the hardest part Was the hardest part And the strangest thing Was waiting for that bell to ring