Blind man Standing on the corner Crying out the blues And I don't need a dollar And don't give me a dime Until you bring back that little girl of mine
A sea of green A sky of blue It's their time All things to do I see your face before me And I'm wondering is it you Looking through the window Where
In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be Nowhere doing nothing People there were made of steel Tiny cogs in one big wheel Turning never
Withering tree, bearing no fruit Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms
(Malone/Scott) Blind man Standing on the corner Crying out the blues And I don't need a dollar And don't give me a dime Until you bring back that little
(Bricusse/Newley) Bird flying in the sky, you know how I feel Sun shinin' in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze drifting on by, that's what I mean
That good old fashioned Medicated Goo Ooo, aint' it good for you? My own homegrown recipe'll see you thru Freaky Freddy Frolic had some, I know He was last
(Mason) A sea of green, a sky of blue It's their time All things to do I see your face before me And I'm wond'ring is it you Looking thru the window
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood) In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be No where doing nothing People there were made of steel Tiny cogs in
(Winwood/Mason/Miller) [Instrumental]
(Winwood/Capaldi) Withering tree, bearing no fruit Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one
: I fell asleep on a roadtrip And the snow storm made me cross concrete Between high-speed highway lanes and exit lanes And I woke up to a sign that
slangin OZ's Man them niggas rapin' the town without breakin 'em down Them bastards makin' a killin', slangin' half of buldings For real man, I'm on my last
chase, wiped the blood *door closes* off my face Lookin' for an exit as soon as I reloads my mag' *reloads mag* *car horns throughout* Stuck in heavy traffic
site like blacks in toupees Keep the Rollie shinin' true players know the science And those that's behind me be the Giants While y'all are Jets Last
forget your homies, can't forget my homies Well, as sun starts to dim and I'm under the speed limit And there's hectic traffic too, got off at exit
money, pull honeys at the park jam So give it up this is Sean and Ant's stage Yours is on the floor with your permanent mad face You hit last place like
