dead men know Honest as the next jade rolling that stone When I come knocking don't throw me no bone I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home If you
room, and he called for a glass of beer, Turned around to Billy Lyons, said, "What are you doin' here?" "Waitin' for a train, please bring my woman home
did not come. They ceased to come for about ten months or more. Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train. Your son's a-coming home
done my time I'm going back now To that home of mine Well, here I come baby Here I come baby Here I come baby All the way back home On that homebound train
: Midnight flights, night club lights, Travelling for days and nights Hotel rooms have been my only home. Gave with ease, sad knowing eyes, Old age lines
parking in the alley Just hoping that our shit is safe So I go back and forth forever All my thoughts they come in pairs Oh I will write home my darling
yet. So you come chasing after me, but i'm just barely out the door, down in the belly of the beast, we waited with the passangers, just like the train
: I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper,
Yeah) Nothing on you, baby (N-n-n-nothing on you baby, n-nothing on you) [Verse 1: B.o.B] I know you feel where I'm coming from Regardless of the things
they got nothing on you baby nothing on you baby not not not nothing on you babe not not nothing on you i know you feel where i'm coming from regardless
how it come That Frank and Jesse James got their start. They was living on a farm in the old Missouri hills, With a silver-haired mother and a home;
my side For you are my blessing, you are my pride It's your love here that keeps my soul alive I want you to come home from school and stay inside Raney
river mud They come north to California End up with the poison in their blood He did what he had to for the money Sometimes he sent home what he could
around waitin? for my life to begin While it was all just slippin? away I?m tired of waitin? for tomorrow to come Or that train to come roarin? ?round
up to the train, But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train, No she won't take the train, no she won't take the train She'
we won't lose control So come on now - let the good times roll You gotta ride your broom right into my room Kick off your shoes make yourself at home
: (with Tyga) Uh, Sneak peek through the window pane. Girls all aboard, this Young Money train. Ever since fame, Shit'll never be the same. The world
When it come to the women I just switch like a mood ring But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain I'm hot, I smoke like two trains I'm trained, I know