Who is the clown? Who is the fool? Which one knows he is playing and which one is last in the game? I can hear the voice, why cana??t they? I am glad
Let?s go bare back ridin? baby, yes. Come on baby, let?s go bare back ridin? right now. Hat on your head, boots on your feet, spurs on your heels, you
Oh, I was born in a dump My mama died, daddy got drunk He left me here to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road I grew up in a rusty shack And all
Oooo yea. Somethin? pretty bad, Has got a hold on me. Somethin? pretty bad, people, Has got a hold on me. At night, I just can?t sleep, I can?t even
Oh, there?s one thing that I?m sure, It?s so proud and it?s so pure. And it comes from deep within, It?s got no hair it?s got no skin. As we travel
Pretty colors Pretty colors, in her hair Pretty colors, in her hair, ooo Pretty colors, everywhere I can tell, by the way she looks at me I can tell,
Throw away your gun, All it takes to have fun. Throw away your knife, Ain?t nobody got it made. Throw away your, Distorted life. Throw away your anger
Well, I?m goin? up, up on Magic Mountain. Well, I?m goin? so high, we?re gonna touch the sky. Drink a little water, up on Magic Mountain. Peace and love
Mother Earth is waitin? for you, yes she is. She is big and she?s round, And it?s cold way down in the ground. You may not be happy all the time, You
Oh yeah I'm a child of the funky time Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes And in the process of me breaking free I have inherited a painful legacy
Sun/Moon It used to tear me apart But now it keeps me together It used to tear me apart But now it keeps me together, yea. Ia??ve got the sun on one
I?ve been watching you, For such a long time. I can?t lose your memory, baby, You?re always on my mind. Tearin? my day, baby. Weekends too. I just can
You hear that sound Thats the sound of little feet Running away from home Little feet are always running away from home To find bigger feet And they usually
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This is my, My dedication A song to a father, From one to another One to another, A brother to a brother Cast your mind back, To black Africa Little
I was born in a bunk Mother died and my daddy got drunk Left me here to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I
