find. I've looked for you a long, long time. And now that I've found you, new horizons I see, Come take my hand and walk through this world with me. Walk through
find And I've looked for you a long, long time And now that I've found you new horizons I see Come take my hand and walk through this world with me Walk through
us find I've looked for you A long, long time And now that I've found you New horizons I see Come take my hand and Walk through this world with me Walk through
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of us find I've looked for you A long, long time And now that I've found you New horizons I see Come take my hand and Walk through this world with me Walk through
find I've looked for you a long, long time And now that I've found you, New horizons I see Come take my hand And walk through this world with me --- Instrumental --- Walk through
Writer Earl Montgomery Copyright 1968 (with George Jones, Dolly Parton and Emmylou Harris) The dirt was clay and was the color of the blood in me A
bury June, on my feet I'm getting married soon, walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune Fumes of a real nigga seep into your room Or through fifth-teens
She took my cowboy boots and my fishin' gear, My George Jones CD's and my case of beer. She left a little note up on the table sayin' we were through.
what I am today You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album That's why I sing this way Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album
and they kill Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs
treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
love you anymore like the way I did before And since you've found someone new I think it's best I don't try and walk the floor I don't love you anymore
think you've run into. Hey, pass me by, If you're only passin' through. I'm not gonna be, Your stepping stone. Among the other hearts, That you walk
TOUCH A HAND WRITER EARL MONTGOMERY Copyright 1971 The wind blows Sunday papers by my feet As I walk down this cold and lonely street My hands searched through
