Written by Jimmie Rodgers Recorded by Hank Snow Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues Something about you mama that sure gives me the
-keep it real I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me? I turn around, find a *** on the ground
seem to turn it all around ive gotta stop and smell the roses before the final curtain closes all work and no play is gonna put me six feet under ground
I want is Millions, Thousands & Hundreds. I'm money hungry Whose serving? We can go to war like the Spartans & The Persians Riding in Suburbans with the couches and the curtains
a champion (it's the heart of me) (It's the heart of a ) in me I'm the first pick, the first round, signin bonus profound Playin for his hometown, reppin for the home ground
you knew him earlier in his days, it's like a different version So much hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain. That's why there's curtains in his
of each day Come the Fall, the rain flooded these homes In Ezekiel's valley of dry bones It fell hard and dark to the ground It fell without a sound
ma (uh) And, listen [Mos Def] Yo honeys check it out, she got me mesmerized With your black hair and your fat ass WOW Walks over, feel your feet tap on the ground
knowledge is needed Wit' Satan off my back, I'm at peace at night No more cops, no more Rodney King's No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle
back She'd tell him about her dreams, he'd just shoot 'em down Lord he loved to make her cry You're crazy for believin', you'll never leave the ground
after your good friend Love has gone and run a ground A heart in shambles, oh, it's just what you need Your purpose found You turn the lights down, you draw the curtains
niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin' I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin' I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them phantom curtains
m a swingin' guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing - - - Toss me inside a Hefty And put me in the ground A drink needs me I don't I
the life goes up and down Notice how the wheel goes round? And you'd better pick yourself up from the ground Before they bring the curtain down Yes before they bring the curtain
Blue skies over our head Why the hell is everything turning out gray now? All things are not what they seem The man behind the curtain is probably mean
in the desert, old and exploding Seers and the prophets, drums of heaven Attention ground control, there's someone coming down I don't know Attention ground
Still night, nothing for miles White curtain come down Kill the lights in the middle of the road And take a, take a look around It don't help to be one
To the ocean we march, We walk the darkest shore, In our thousands, Beckoned by the call to arms. This place is armageddon. The ground trembles, the