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I went away one day,
Not a word did I say,
Searchin for a place in the sun
A pretty face in a place
Brought me nothing by disgrace
I m a put down son - of - a - gun

I m a shot down honcho half the way home
Standin here a waitin for a ride, ride, ride
I ll take a car or truck a motor scooter or a bus
I got to get home to your side, side, side
I got to get home to your side

How did I know when I go
That the feelin would show
And you really would miss your old man
I got no pay or a way
To get to you today
So hold on as long as you can

I m just a shot down honcho half the way home
Standin here a waitin for a ride, ride, ride
I ll take a car or truck a wheel barrow or a bus
I got to get home to your side, side, side
I got to get home to your side

A burly bear in a chair
Tells me to cut my hair
If I expect to get a ride
Why have no fear I don t hear
Put it in your ear
Cause I ain t got nothin to hide

Quand Alicia compose un bouquet des roses
Le monde est suspendu
Á ses lèvres et pour cause
Elles sont d un rose
Inattendu
Quand Alicia s endort, une plante carnivore
Veille sur son sommeil
Mais dans les bras de lierre d Alicia
On ne se réveille pas
Alicia dort

Alicia dort
Un bouquet de violettes
Des serpents à sonnettes
Dansent dans sa tête
Mon...

Il pleut
C est malheureux
Il pleut depuis ce matin

Il veut
S emparer de mon être
Sans paraître malhonnête

Il pleut
Dans ces gouttes de pluie
Mes doutes s enfuient
Je ne m ennuie plus
Il pleut
Mais ce n est pas la pluie
Qui occupe mes nuits

Il pleut
C est malheureux
Il pleut depuis ce matin

Il veut
Faire de moi une reine
Est-ce que...

Open the curtain,
Let some light in,
I feel so grey,
The world got smashed to pieces,
And put back together
The wrong way.

Why you leaving me now?
There must be some doubt in your mind,
Can t you open your heart?
Don t want to be left...

We passed the stores, we passed the hotels
Filled our car with gasoline
We drove that night, I saw the moon
Almost got us in an accident
And then at the rest stop
When that woman tried to steal my wallet
It felt like...

A few words of inspiration
This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb
Smokin herb, movin weight from the inner city to the suburbs
Paranoid of jail, pocket full of yall, just waitin on another sale
Sip your beer wipe your tears encourage your...