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on the other side 
to hear my darlin' sing

Chorus

Yonder come my true love, 
how do you reckon I know? 
I can tell her by her apron strings 
tied up in

into my eyes you can tell we FSC
140 flying by bitch it's fucking Need For Speed

I might dip in a bit my packs all gon flip
Put some bands on em figures

Testimony

The Gap Band

Testimony

1994

like runaway horses
Took to the road with a carnival show (roll on)
Those golden days on Smokey Mountain
Playing guitar in a one man band

Bear

[Verse]

Over the mountains I wander
Down to find the fountains surrounded by water
Over the peaks tall, down by the yonder
Found the pounds

we match the speed of Earth
We'll never know what noise tomorrow brings
It's so quiet without the sun coming around and pulling the strings

As my

when they sword-fought weightless in the bamboo
with a purity of heart that transcends gravity
leaping off the mountain into ambiguity
falling slow

voice won't come
As he bullies pandemonium
To the final hour.

The monkey trails a web o' strings
To monkey trainers in the wings
Whose skull & bones

voice won't come
As he bullies pandemonium
To the final hour.

The monkey trails a web o' strings
To monkey trainers in the wings
Whose skull & bones

Testimony

Robbie Robertson

Robbie Robertson

1987

horses
Took to the road with a carnival show (roll on)
Those golden days on Smokey Mountain
Playing guitar in a one man band

Bear witness, I'm

Our leaders never led us
They tied us up on strings
Left hanging in the dark
While they're maneuvering
Open your third eye
Like the raven you'll see

to victory true Lord

Got a shoe string for my supper
And a suitcase full of rhymes
Suns on hold and a band of gold
And I'm looking at hard times have mercy

furry pants
War paint, circling a duralog
Boar face, devil by his side like a service dog
Schlock purist, watch the block burneth
One o'clock prophets

grand secretary then
He wrote "Big Rock Candy
Mountain" and "Hallelujah, i'm a Bum"
Got together a little band
T-Bone Slim and a tuba garbage can lid
They

strings
He told me if I haven't learned by now
I should try other things
I'm just a boy from South Florida
Never touched a guitar
And then I moved

backdoor deals and therapy
The only callous I've grown is in my mind
I wish I was a tradesman
Playin' with some tuned up tired string band
Somewhere out

I went out to the club last night
Girls was looking right
One pass by me
I said this straight to her face...

Twenty dollars and a tall glass
Lips,

Keep a few bands in the bando give me some credit
Stay wide awake like 24-7 Back of the room I got plenty more weapons
Check your girl's socials I

the fun and Two for the crew and 
Three for the world but we love those girls. 

[Verse 3]
I clambered like the bandit with a band of mother fuckers 
Having