Oh, yonder stands the prophet, words are music to our ears, But down among the sinners, only pain and sweat and tears The sermon soothes the simple but
Come listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies, how John Lewis did murder a little Omie Wise, He asked her to meet him at Adams's spring, said he'd bring
all the other people here are elderly And probably a little standoffish and I've got nothing to do (And what not) By the way I live in 207, my name is Greg
I hate to leave you, babe, I just can't waste my time You've got this jealous husband I'm too, too young to die, I gotta move on away from 'round here
Sometimes it seems like only yesterday Other times more than a million years Oh little girl, sweeter than an angel When I think of her I laugh and drown
It ain't no use You're gonna leave me Darlin' I know Oh, yes, I know I want to die No but I Must let you go Got to let you go If I knew how To make
Good thing, good thing, good thing You been cheating on me, now, baby You know, I know it's true Ain't nobody in this whole wide world Gonna love you
I went around to your house Found you laid up in the bed By early afternoon you were so sloppy drunk You couldn't even raise up your head So get on with
Well, I'd rather be the devil Than be that woman's man Yes, I'd rather be the devil Than be that woman's man Oh nothin' but the devil Changed my
Anticipation's drivin' me wild One more hour is one more eternity I can't wait just to see your smile We can dance out on the high wire Up so high, you
Got on a bus in Memphis Destination Rome Georgia ain't no paradise But a place I just call home I sat next to a broken hearted bride She was cryin',
I was standing by my window On a cold and cloudy day When I saw the hearse come rollin' For to take my mother away I told the undertaker "Undertaker,
Once I was glad Always happy, never sad And every day Seemed like Sunday And although things were slow And never seemed to have no dough Somehow I never
Our lives are hanging in the balance Or they're dangling by a thread A spark of life brought down from an Angel To raise the stranger from the dead Once
I've got to run to keep from hiding And I'm bound to keep on riding I've got one more silver dollar But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no Not gonna
Take one last look before you leave 'Cause oh, somehow it means so much to me And if you ever need me, you know just where I'll be So please call home
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I been walking down a concrete street Stood on a step with the same two feet as before You think you can walk away from love You?re dreaming about living