Lyrics:
for sale?
The young ones will pays for their parents' transgressions
While the old ones rehash the old tales
Night by 15:30, cold mince and tatties
got a love that be real?
Until, we got a reign that could outlast pain
Days passed me by, left my life somewhere behind
Games I was trying left me old
lads
Posted missing, lost in action in a far land
Fools and heroes, gallant men, now side by side
With the old men who believed they came home that night
say as homophobic or racist
If you're white then you're privileged, guilty by association
All our childhood heroes got MeToo'd or they're rapists
and decay
The man you knew yesterday hooking for
Ten rounds or drinking for
Three days and three nights by
The Sawtooth mountains now
Just something under
of what you see
I'm not in a class of monsters, I'm just a new generation from an old colony
There might be clones, yet no one knows
Yet a microchip on your
It's true
Round here has seen better days
Broken dreams run from the architecture
Peeling the paintwork and staining the pavements
Not like
The times
girls, you do like that sometimes
But one day, one day, the old boy got sick and he had to come home
I don't have to tell you what he found
Oh, yeah,
And I'm singin'
Goodbye 20's,hello minivan
Look out 30's,I'm becoming my old man
The keys are in my pocket
I've got the title in my hand
Goodbye
by the hour
And the days are getting longer every year
I've never seen colors well or clearly
Some nerve somewhere up here must be lost
But the funny
occurred at 3.30
No one was there to witness it
Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
And we were all silenced
By the sad mildew
population by who scoring the lowest
And usually the lowest scores the poorest and they look like me
And everyday on evening news they feed you fear for free
girls, you do like that sometimes
But one day, one day, the old boy got sick and he had to come home
I don't have to tell you what he found
Oh, yeah,
2022, I explained that “Songs From The Long Road” is essentially 60-year-olds revisiting songs written by 30-year-olds about being 17. The remark was
2.30 baby won't you meet me by the beans
2.00 early, maybe later you could show me things
You know what it is whenever I visit
Windy city, she
versions by Peggy Lee (# 2), Bing Crosby
(#14), and Burl Ives (# 21) were all charted as just "Riders In the Sky"
Later, The Ramrods took it to # 30 in
cannot know me
She brighten up my day yeah that girl stay glowy
I just seen my old head he said “you still flowin”
Damn straight fam
Fresh up out the paint
the mix, not in they face[01:00.22]Forever humble stay out the way[01:01.77]I ain't dealin' with no bitches[01:03.30]I'm just tryna enjoy my day
nothing
I'm surrounded by the racks and all my jeans
I can never do a feature, not for free
I got 30 racks and all my jeans
While I'm thuggin' with that
to make an honest day's wage
Yeah, I'm up early with the birdies, ready to get dirty
This ain't a song for you if you asleep at 7:30
I rise like
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die
I stay up late to beat that fate, still wake up terrified
And I run through days, trying in vain, to beat death or to hide
My heroes rise from
anything
Our tales of triumph are driven by pain
Children have to be heroes, adults playing games
Nobody ever gets held to account
Reality is getting me down
housing
The government assistin' it, every day it's some different shit (every day)
The cameras ain't the only witnessin', niggas talkin'
You get a job,
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