[Verse 1:] Running out of juice It's a matter of seconds now I'm shutting down Desperate when I mo-ove My battery is screaming loud I'm shutting down
So many years spent running away How many times I wished I could stay Too much emotion, a hole in my heart Feeling alone since we've been apart and If
Mother, mother, how's the family? I'm just calling to say hello How's the weather? How's my father? Am I lonely? Heavens know Mother mother are ya listening
Yeah Yeah Loaded Gonna have a good time Loaded Gonna have a good, good time Don't you know that I wanna get loaded Ooo hoo ya o yea Mmm, lit Brighter
Now write this down I'll never be your beast of burden My back is broad but it's hurtin' All I want is for you to make love to me I'll never be your
You're little heavy Of your droppin down load. You're thinkin of your influence With a right to unload. 'cause you're ready for your tenure And the droppin
Usually i let yu take the lead you seem to like that when yu hold me down i tend to fight back when i really want yu to touch me (like ive never been
Who will take care of me When you are gone away I will have nothing left But your memory And I wish that we could say The things we want to say When
Well that judge he found me guilty of wrong doing he sentenced me to hang in mid-july He look down at me and said you are a ruin If I were you I'd break
Shout Heavy, you want it heavy Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down and Heavy, I want it heavy Welcome to my world, feel the weight
Well I just heard the news today It seems my life is going to change I closed my eyes, begin to pray Then tears of joy stream down my face With arms
Picture yourself Sleeping on a plane There's something ticking in the overhead And inside your brains There's bodies in the water And bodies in your
I stand on the stairway my back to the dungeon The doorway to freedom so close to my hand While voices behind me still bitterly damn me For seeking salvation
Freight train blues written by john lair 1935. recorded by roy acuff's Crazy tennesseans 1936, "dynamite" hatcher vocal, acuff mimics the train
Travelin' down a lonely highway I knew not where the road would end Not a penny in my pocket All alone without a friend In a little country village I
Inhale, sour diesel, white widow, kush, by the boat load, inhale Sour diesel, white widow, kush, by the boat load, inhale Sour diesel, white widow, kush
I guess I'm guilty 'til proven innocent And I'll be gone before they know what I hit em' with And this predicament is pure coincidence Oh, brother here
I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africans Here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the Ones that