(Ian Tyson) Never hit 17 when you play against the dealer For you know that the odds won't ride with you And never leave your woman alone when your
(Danny O'Keefe) Highways and dancehalls A good song takes you far Your write about the moon And you dream about the stars Blues in old motel rooms Girls
(Frank Profitt) Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry; You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die. You left her by
(Jagger-Richards) I saw her today at a reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man
basements You can bet i'm bettin' on the Rockets and Pacers Harrassed outside cause the cop was a racist Walked by, captured her sight It had to been the ice Brown
talking] Let's talk about this man they call Nino Brown The black man they call Nino Brown You know there's alot of Nino Browns in every city in the United
transfer Laws to deter, that's how we were Things finna change now I'm sitting right there Step to tha side, Emmet Till died Couldn't hold us back with the chains but they tried Bills
Secret thoughts are hard to bear Remember me you'll understand Emotions we can never share. You trampled on me as you passed Left the coldest kiss upon my brow
: I gotta find my way out of this bill, you got me into, My baby's sleepin and the night is dead, It's like in dreamin that walls are closing in on me
chest listening to the ghost in her bones In the kitchen, Raney slipped his hand between the pipes From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills
we children slaughter ah we dem want murder just read di observer right now the city can't get no absurder after 400 years and whole heap ah brown sugar
: Born to love volcanos Seen em on PBS Born to love volcanos My apartment is a mess Somewhere under that pile of clothes Lies a whole $10 bill Telephones
me down flat noddin off wakin up wonderin where I'm at aw shit, damn where did everybody go how did I end up on the floor I can't find my bill fold and
realist Of all the other dealers He's a cocaine cowboy See they causin' a lot of havic In movin a lot of traffic From the white to the brown boy N they
tellin you, I got enough cloud for two And like a nxgga turn blood I came out the blue They like, "damn who's drake, where's wheel-chair-Jimmy at? " On my chris brown
a lil red, we getting that cash up. See where we from, The 50s are bloody and the 100-dollar bill is dirty brown they love me. I mess up my livin' room
, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback
big-ass bitch and I'll have you clockin G's Wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab yo' ass in the gut, I don't give a fuck Down with the brown, clownin