(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
who Lovable, hug able, Emily Brown Miss Brown to you What if the rain comes pattering down My heaven is blue Can it be sending me Emily Brown Miss Brown
that Yeah, we off that, is you still on that? And we still makin' money 'cause we still on that This ain't black vs. white, my nigga we off that Please tell Bill
rapper and since she'll have met another That's why me and Lil' Jazz 'bout to spaz, can you keep up? I'm just feeling sorry for whoever gotta sweep up Yeah, bills
to the crib and let it all hang out, ah Where soulful people knows, what it's about, ah Where people do the sign and take your hands, ah And dancin' to the music James Brown
the town, Asking for Mr Brown From Mandeville to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around, Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town, Asking for Mr Brown I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)? Is Mr Brown
We had a lot of fun We had a lot of money We had a little son and we thought we'd call him Sonny Sonny gets married and moves away Sonny has a baby and bills
cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream, Bob got high, I still do both but somehow I got by. Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed, Bobby Brown
down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed Bobby Brown
your eyes, Let me undress your mind Put the top down as we ride New york let that low black hair flow light brown skin glow under the sean john bill
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 willin
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
But our bills so tall I been peepin' you fo a while And you throwin' it back If you lookin' fo you a balla We got dough in da back Look yo color Carmelo brown
up, You look a lil' red, we gettin' that cash up. See where we from, The 50's are bloody and the 100 dollar bill is dirty brown they love Me. I mess up