You're an outlaw You're an outlaw running from love If you tear her world apart you have no regrets If there's a key to your heart no one's found it yet You've been riding this horse a long time Why can't you find what you've been looking for? Always

When, oh when, will I be changed? From this devil that I am I've been told there is a power in the blood Is it enough? Is it enough to carry me back from where I am to where I was? And I hope there is some power in my blood I've been told that all these

Brave enough to love you I wish I was Brave enough, brave enough What we had was beautiful I didn't want to wreck it all Every day I think about the truth There's some things I should have said I was too afraid It was just so hard to let you know

It's gonna be alright Through the darkest night This is a song - for the lonely Can you hear me tonight Can you hear this prayer When you're standing on the edge of nowhere There's only one way up So your heart's got to go there

There's a scarecrow in the garden That looks like Lucifer And I've been reading Revelations With my bare feet in the river Well, he came from Northern Ireland Searching for the free man's ground And he came to bet his fortune On a West Virginia plow He

How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on My niggas, we the last ones left, 'cause life goes

That's the only time a man should talk through glass to his new son And you'd have to go back and teach me how when I was nine 'Cause my mama couldn't throw a ball even if she had the time Instead of learnin' how to smoke I bet if you'd have whooped my

Oh sing your favorite song Left to tears Dreams it goes and then on And as it broke there was one And so the story goes on'n'on Come women if your life beats Those we buried with the house keys Smoke and feather where the fields are Green from here to

Oh Havana I've been searching for you everywhere In Rosalinda's eyes Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald Square I know what I would see there I can always find my Cuban skies I play nights in the Spanish part of town I've got music in my hands The

But stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was round in the places she’s supposed to be round Now you can take the waitress or the blonde over there Stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was five foot two, about ninety-five pounds You can take