I been working, one eye dollar, Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye. I been working, one eye dollar, Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye. I got the plans
I was eating dinner at the table with people from the music industry. They asked me if I liked it in "The City." I said I liked it better in the country
What's the matter brother, does the drought got you down? (Open up the bomb shelter, sweep it on out) Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze, Up
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Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well. What you need you know I got. So hands up, who wants to rock?
wakin' up at high noon Sayin, "Why me, Lord?", folks thinkin' I'ma die soon I just tell 'em keep seekin' but when they sleepin' I be concealed up in my room
I be like, "Oh swell" Unveil the numeric code that dials my room And tell them to call me at noon But of course there's no Answering machine in my room
Huh, how's about a broken jaw It's Keith Murray and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors When I'm alone in my room Sometimes I stare at the wall And
Ah, here he go again Your comprehension is low, leave the room now Matter of fact, leave the Universe We ain't got no room for you right now I will not
noon sayin, "Why me Lord?" -- folks thinkin I'ma die soon I just tell em keep seekin, but when they sleepin I be concealed up in my room, knowin that
I be like "Oh swell" Unveil the numeric code to dial my room And tell them to call me at noon But of course there's no answering machine in my room But