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Blind Lemon Sam

All About Eve

Scarlet and Other Stories

1989

peach, she had one of each
And a house beside the beach.
Oh Jane, you'd better wake yourself
And shake yourself on up
Look in a looking-glass
And see

So I wanna build my house, with your guilty stones
and yet I do not even own the one that, spells my name.
I'll work for you night and day, until my

windows stay in your house
The red, red rain is falling down

Here we are
On the merry-go-round
Gonna get some sleep
When there's no one around

We hear

Twenty Years Ago

Unlinked Artist

70s & 80s Country, Vol. 3

[Chorus]
All my memories from those days come gather round me
What I'd give if they could take me back in time
It almost seems like yesterday
Where do

never had a senior year 
Ain't seen her since she left then I thought about her just the other day
My friends told me...

Nikki's a Republican now  

I

Mickey mouse
Una topa nella house
Lei che vorrebbe crown
Ma le do solo caos
Spero finisca in love
A Miami in un loft
Dopo il decimo round
Non finirà

It's after last call and the house lights have come on
We're standing round but our country is gone
It's hard to watch now everybody's on the run
I

I won't come to your big day
It's better if I stay away
I cannot pretend to like her
In my eyes she's a little monster
She's a little bitch yeah

Thirteen

Haviah Mighty

13th Floor

2019

And lighter skin means that you're better now
So you in the house taking whips, and probably dick, 'cause well, you a fetish now
Meanwhile, I'm grateful for

Just Like You

Anthony Evans

Even More

2004

Is to follow in your footsteps for the rest of my life
So one day when I have a son of my own
I pray that he will see in me all I see in you

Now this wanna be brother who thought he was the world's greatest lover
Stopped by my house the other day and caught me with my part time lover
He

on the dance floor in deep East Texas, she was the bell of the ball
He had a oil baron's son givin' him a run for her hand in marriage to call
So he took

enjoying the last of the sun 
As winter comes and makes the days go short
Just for a while sitting in the top 
Surrounded by the last sun rays

Me I’m really

a try fi stop we

By a mawnin a house and a Benz we coppin 

Old school killers wid me bible in we back pocket 

Cya stop it


Flip di money 7 8 9 10

Den

from the slaughter 
They'll be broken into pieces by the soft hands of my daughter  
And my sons will build a house out of shining light 

Oh children

Father was born by Daisy May Welch
Mister was a barber, never learned to drive
In the old house his brother's first son
Next to where the eldest died

Days fly by
In this mad house
Struggles of the chase
Tear it all down
The fear we create
Is overwhelming
Mothers crying
To see their boy tonight
I