love was young and bold She said last night she read those letters And they made her feel one hundred years old And I'm driving a stolen car On a pitch black
the gospels? rain Black sky pourin? snakes frogs And love in vain You were down where the river grows wider Baby let me be your soul driver Well
my good friends today You know the drive's about an hour away We'll be packing up a tent by the trees We'll be wading in the river to our knees Oh now
rains And I look across the river Where they dance the night away I watch the couples On the corner of town Men dressed in black tie The ladies in gowns A taxi pulls up Drives
We floated on to Hanford On a lumber boat up river Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards She was driven to distraction
close your eyes Open your mind ...and see Somewhere Out in the dark A car pulls up & parks & the passenger Shifts nervously in her seat & butterflies Flutter in her belly & the driver
's why what goes around comes around, my son) They say - walk down the river cause the river don't run (River don't run!) Same thing make you laugh, make
: [plates 7-10] In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads
) Uh, gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown Pinky-ringin', gondolas wit the man singin' Italian music down the river
more people haven't got mental health problems Thinking is one of the most stressful things I've ever come across And not being able to articulate what I want to say drives
river 'cuz the river don't run Same thing make you laugh, make you cry That's why what goes around comes around, my son Walk down the river 'cuz the river
a hospital gown Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the round I shit logs and I piss river brown Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
me back I need somebody to love me bad Dig deep in the mojo Bad luck running through my veins Cook up some bontemps medicine And drive this curse away To drive
behind bars Cause my acronym for thug is True Hero Under God But still I'm a criminal cause I got gold teeth Ain't no justice for blacks, just-us
mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river
stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river
Killa Kali is the state of the drive by) Mothers on they knees Wit' tears in they eyes, why? ('Cuz Killa Kali is the state of the drive by) It's Killa
