Once a peaceful man laid his old head down by a river Thought about his childhood life, his father and forgiver Couldn't hide away, hide away He controlled
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's favorite choir People joining hand in hand While the music played the band, Lord They're setting us on fire Crazy rooster crowin' midnight Balls of lightin' roll along Old men
, ooh You should've been on the river in nineteen and ten Ooh, ooh, ooh They were drivin' the women just like they drove the men Ooh, ooh, ooh Go down Old
went on the river for money, I sold my old rotten shack For a rusty tanker leaking oil, and the burning sun was on my back Traveled up the ragin' river
on the table And the men would sit beneath a shady tree The children would listen to a fable While something else came through to me The river got no
was forever wondering Far above his head, as he tried his best to teach me The river was muddy and black, black as the coal she carried Impossible to cross, many men had tried The old
Every night my dream?s the same Same old city with a different name Men are coming to take me away I don?t know why but I know I can?t stay There?s a
a hospital gown Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the round I shit logs and I piss river brown Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
friends, me and this old man Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells And an old
Outlaw Pete... He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail He robbed a bank in his diapers and
team fucking with the majors Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old You runnin your mouth
right nigga, hahaha housin' these hoes, you feel me? Aight, know what I'm sayin' You got to do that shit, keepin' it real nigga or what? Keepin' it real How old
hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my life alot block still poppin old lady still drawn
to the same old failings Finding shelter in things we know We're all dirty like corrupted small towns Bring our troubles Bring our troubles Lay 'em down All you rich men
, ME AND THAT OLD MAN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN HE'S A DRIFTER AND A DRILLER OF OIL WELLS AND AN OLD
friends me and that old man Like desperados waiting for the train Like desperados waiting for the train He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells And an old
stupid To get into any kind of wind Well the old men 'round here sometimes they get on Bad terms with the younger men Old, young, age don't carry weight