Allright now? yeah? They call me sweet papa John My candy is known for miles around (my candy is known for miles around) They call me sweet papa
I remember as a child I used to hear Music that they played with a feel Some call it folk, some call it soul People, let me tell you it was rock and roll
I was born in a crossfire hurricane, well And I howled at my ma, at the driving rain, ooh yeah But it's alright, oh, that is a gas I said, it's all right
Well, we all need someone we can lean on And if you want it, you can lean on me Yeah, we all need someone we can lean on And if you want it, you can lean
Did you ever take a look to see who is left around? Everyone I thought was cool, is six feet under ground They tried to get me lots of times and now they
Silver train is comin' Think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah Silver train is comin' Think I wanna get on now, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Silver rain is fallin
Two, three, four! Yeah, we're rock and roll people, born to pick the news Yeah, we're rock and roll people I just couldn't change it if I would choose
The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? A black winter day No
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selling rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back For foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they forgot how to act Eight million stories
Gotta tell you a story on a cold winters night You'll be sailing for glory before you know what is right So come over here now, I got a vision for you
turn crimson white Does a shadow come between us in the winter Is the movement really light And I heard a million voices singing Acting to the story
reasons take her In the still light of dawn, she dies Helpless hands soul revealing Like leaves we touch we learn We once knew the story As winter calls
to all that you've been through But I will I was born in Puerto Rico and my blood is Taino Spanish Caribbean, my soul We came here wearing summer clothes in winter
was so lonesome I took some comfort there Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going home, where the New York City winters aren