re gone (My heart takes me Home, been so long, They won't remember me now) Yes I'm going back there somehow, (Lonely road that leads me nowhere Home, I was wrong Home
gone (My heart takes me Home, been so long, They won't remember me now) Yes I'm going back there somehow, (Lonely road that leads me nowhere Home, I was wrong Home
It's easily said with your gun to my head, No-one wants to fight a fighter. If this is a dream then I'll stay out of bed, It's always dark before it
Nice man Jack, You should see him when the children play! Nice man Jack, He's the one to take their tears away. Nice man Jack, so very warm and kind.
reggae man good for you. Nothing to say gets through the day sleepin' 'til late, Roll on the night hides from the light that's makin' him wait. Takin' his speed home
There's a man behind the guitar And he's not too happy as a superstar. Am I asking too much Will you reach out and touch The man behind the guitar?
] Now is you with that, cause if you ain't get gone Now when the blunts get blown I be in my own zone The northside my home, we be showing naked ass Gliding
is you with that, cause if you ain't get gone Now when the blunts get blown I be in my own zone The northside my home, we be showing naked ass Gliding
past I'm goin' back home to my wife For I never will forget him walkin' down that street alone Little John the hobo taught me how to go back home Little John
cold night red district places she seen more hotels than my tour suitcases or male customers than Old Navy's she love limelight more than John Swaybis seen more miles
crowds Some say that the secret service used the media for their own purpose mad up a lie about the mess it would be so we'd all stay home and watch
two sets of taillights burn dim and divide, stretch for miles making track marks across what veins fail to carry. you should have taken my keys while
