Johnny Cash Lyrics
Johnny Cash Lyrics
"Cocaine Blues Lyrics"
NIGHT OF THE LONG KNIVES Lyrics
Who's your leader, who's your man? Who will help you fill your hand? Who's your friend and who's your foe? Who's your Judas, you don't know? Night of the long knives Where's that saviour, whe
Who's your leader, who's your man? Who will help you fill your hand? Who's your friend and who's your foe? Who's your Judas, you don't know? Night of the long knives Where's that saviour, whe
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds,
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down;
I went right home and I went to bed; I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun, took a shot of cocaine and away I run;
Made a good run, but I run too slow; they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
As I lay in the hot joint, a-takin' those pills, in walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
The Wind That Burns All Lyrics
Save your last prayers come down to meet me here lower yourself to my level let your hate be free see yourself and what we've become a lower form of life as we tumble through the last times
;Save your last prayers come down to meet me here lower yourself to my level let your hate be free see yourself and what we've become a lower form of life as we tumble through the last times
He said, "Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown,
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down."
Said, "Yes oh yes, my name is Willy Lee, if you've got a warrant just a-read it to me;
Shot her down because she made me sore,
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more."
When I was arrested I was dressed in black,
They put me on a train and they took me back.
Had no friends for to go my
I Get it Started Lyrics
Redman: Yo, I need to wait Mystikal: Tarantula, tarantula, boof!, handle yo' bidness then nigga Redman: Mystikal waddup nigga
bail, they slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail.Redman: Yo, I need to wait Mystikal: Tarantula, tarantula, boof!, handle yo' bidness then nigga Redman: Mystikal waddup nigga
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine, I spied the sheriff coming down the line;
Up then he coughed as he cleared his throat,
He said <hack>come on you dirty hack into that district court.
Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve honest men;
Just before the jury started, out I saw that little judge commence to look about.
(Paul Cotton) There he goes he's a trader, moving On through the virgin land. Got the word from the government that it's Too late for a lowly man, to make a Stand. His reasons read like a prophecy
The verdict read in the first degree I hollered "Lordy Lordy have 'mercy on me."
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen, 99 years in the Folsom pen;
99 years underneath that ground, I can't forget today I shot that bad bitch down.
Come on you gotta' listen to unto me, and lay off dat whiskey, and let that cocaine be.