Lyrics:
on these old hands
There isn't dirt on my old boots
I've been going all of my life
And I think it's time I get things right
I pray to God that freedom reigns
See that black boy over there running scared?
His old man's in the bottle
He done quit nine-to-five
he drinks full time
Now he's living, huh, in
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
And it
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
Oh, once upon a time in Arkansas
An old man sat in his little cabin door
And fiddled at a tune that he liked to hear
A jolly old tune that he
the old has passed away
Now the new has been embraced and
Now we take the narrow way
If you hidin' from the Christ
Do this for the first time
But if you're
room, freestyling, bar for bar
I don't even know how old you was these times, bruv
Probably about, hmm, ten? Ten, nine?
Yeah, man, if I think about it
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
since a death in the fam
Had a plan but i ran
Had to do it for my old man
Prove it that i can
Since a death in the fam
Had a plan but i ran
Had to do it
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his
of a whore
Always wanted by the law
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know people?
Great King Rat was a dirty old man
And a dirty old man was he
the give and take
Past the expiration date
Man I miss the old days
Stuck inside these old ways
Every time I contemplate
My my mind rewind, like this tape
the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society
he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
Play, let the blind man play
He was a cotton picker down in
he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
“Play, let the blind man play”
He was a cotton picker down in
Well I got on in Bristol, by the old Virgina line
With a suitcase full of dreams, and a brand new spendin' dime
I had a full bouquet of music,
Got the brand new drop just for old times sake
20 more shots blood diamonds in the safe
Straight up to the top (Top) floor (Floor) aye (Aye)
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
little old gold watch
They give a man at times like this
But there's one thing he's not countin' on
Today's the day I give old Oney his
I've been
the street man.
I av been livin fast fast fast fast, time really moves fast fast fast fast, so am staying far away to my old days
Staying far away to my old
, a poor man, a fool or a witty
Don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity
We had a sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen
By the time she was
walking by faith
And not by sight each day
That's my new identity
The old man is gone
Behold all things are new
That's my new identity
It's time for me
English - An old man
An old man stands far up on an hill and looks
Quite calm and rigid out to sea
He is quite old and grey, but lean and erect
Only his
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