Lyrics:
Old man go to the river
To drop his bale of woes
He could go if he wanted to
It's just a boat to row you know, whoa
Listen to me now...
Chorus:
Blue
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape
Viv by the gate cut from an old movie
Right down to the cleft of his Kirk Douglas chin
And Phyllis in the garden always dressed kinda groovy
In a 60s
remember my old man rage because I did
Not sweat when I mowed his lawn
Twice over while the lucky
Guys played football
Or jacked off in the garage
He threw
of the man in black
No long white cadillac
No woman standin' by her man
In the place where it all began
Hey good lookin', hey momma tried
Hey gambler, hey
at all, to be stood by the wall
And shot by the man in blue
If I could run with the grace of a sun-colored stallion
If I could fly like the great
spring
I've lived in the mountains
Hunted the grizzly
Trapping the rivers and streams
Always the loner
I've treasured my freedom the most
Well it's the same old game, the same old game
Same old game since time began
Now who do you think I saw today
Down by the river where the catfish
drove the golden spike
Well that old man Crocker he done
won his bet
But that poor old train a cryin' a cryin' all night
Lord cryin' cryin' if I had
This for my man yo, word up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."
I don't mean this in
THE SWAGMAN'S REST – Banjo Patterson
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
We fashioned a cross on the old man's
as they fall around our feet
And my mind is very high, I can almost feel the sky
Now I am an old man, I know exactly what to do
Never ask a question
a swollen and the rivers are a swellin'
And you cannot find a hole in which to hide 'cept one you fell in
And that muddy old man river tries to take you for
burn, burn, burn)
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
So I talked to an old man by the generator
He was standing on the gravel by the fetid river
Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky
in a garbage can
The kids hang around by the old school ground
Right by the river where the body was found
Throwing stones on hallowed ground
Who
white with the black heart so don't say..
Back on the subject, you fat old man
Even with a bat you couldn't hit as hard as you can
Cause you got a bad
a mess, I kinda like it
Blinded by the light, j'pourrais pas mieux d'mander, man
Axl Rose is the god of rap
Les fuckboys mangent un char de marde
Jean
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found
of old Berlin
Swears most of all through thick and thin
You'll never hear that angel choir sing
As sweet or low or thick with petty thieves
Who'll stow
roosters
Payin' bills by gamblin'
I reflect off his way of life
It made me the man I am tonight
I won't go startin' any shit
But boy I finish plenty fights
A Goldrush has befallen all
They travel to the icy wall
Get your equipment and supplies
Starving's just one way to die
Beware of the "Old Man's
you're passing too
Aware that life is but this moment
That your tales will be old like the river
But your children's hopes, will be new like its water
You
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