: I was born in a bunk Mother died and my daddy got drunk Left me here to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all
They'd seen his face before Nobody was really sure If he was from the House of Lords I saw a film today oh boy The English Army had just won the war A
: I wrote this song late last night About my brother and all his might And you would be so very kind To listen to these words I've written About the
: Oh yeah I'm a child of the funky time Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes And in the process of me breaking free I have inherited a painful
: You came to me from out of nowhere, you took my heart and found it free, Wonderful dreams, wonderful schemes from nowhere, Make every hour as sweet
: Hmm, aahhhh I see a red door and I want to paint it black No colors in my life, you better turn them black I see them walking by dressed in their colorful
: I close my eyes and just see pretty colors, They're dancing just for me, pretty colors (pretty colors) Locked in my mind they'll always be, You'll
: Nights in white satin, Never reaching the end, Letters I've written, Never meaning to send. Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before, Just
: You hear that sound Thats the sound of little feet Running away from home Little feet are always running away from home To find bigger feet And they
: This is my, My dedication A song to a father, From one to another One to another, A brother to a brother Cast your mind back, To black Africa Little
: Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl I was
Who is the clown? Who is the fool? Which one knows he is playing and which one is last in the game? I can hear the voice, why cana??t they? I am glad
Let?s go bare back ridin? baby, yes. Come on baby, let?s go bare back ridin? right now. Hat on your head, boots on your feet, spurs on your heels, you
Oh, I was born in a dump My mama died, daddy got drunk He left me here to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road I grew up in a rusty shack And all
Oooo yea. Somethin? pretty bad, Has got a hold on me. Somethin? pretty bad, people, Has got a hold on me. At night, I just can?t sleep, I can?t even
Oh, there?s one thing that I?m sure, It?s so proud and it?s so pure. And it comes from deep within, It?s got no hair it?s got no skin. As we travel
