sore I'll come 'round midnight to your back door I'll drag my tail across your floor Gonna run you ragged till you act your age Gonna circle the wagons
it didn't on commercials The cyclical nature of niggaz gotten me by this oracle Documented for planted a wagon Draggin historical like morbital, suspended in space Rappin in circles
know his name But on Franklin Pike Circle he's king 1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero Well, at five thirty-five at the corner of Franklin and Walnut A blue station wagon
as hell I may never do a third of what I deserve to sell But my story's all fact, not just what I prefer to tell See we circled the wagons, me and Chevon
I need somebody rescuin' me Somebody like my own lone ranger To come riding out of nowhere just for me Someone to take the reins and circle all the wagons
Say the west is a story we made up to erase Conestoga wagons left tracks you can see from space From the Northwest passage to the Great Divide Everybody
high, some jump off again And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled All truths to light, all crosses nailed Aiming high where the eagle circles
was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Looking for his buffalo river home I've been circling the wagons
Levelland - James McMurtry, Jr. from "Where'd You Hide the Body" 1995 Flatter than a tabletop Makes you wonder why they stopped here Wagon must have
dust that's on the highway of life He screams at anyone who'll listen that the end is in sight So then he circles the wagons or he just circles then
the circle again Hard luck seem to be my coverty when they sail the ocen give all hope on me Guess I'll never mount to anything walk on fool make the circle
No tongue can tell The streets of New York city Looked just like the gates of Hell In a flash The smoke and the ash Falling down like rain But they circled wagons
he shines like a warrior he walked till the break of dawn and above his head the dragonstone was ahead dark and threatening on his way he saw a wagon
re headin' straight for trouble if you keep on a circling 'round! You can fill up your pockets with ma seed an' ma corn take my horse, load the wagon
' of you then I know what you're thinkin' of If you're lovin' me like I'm lovin' you baby we're really in love I run around in circles and turn in fire
Our love just runs in circles never turning for the best With seperate dreams we can't complete in our race for happiness And trouble built within our
brilliance has it's place When genius wears a twisted face When genius wears a twisted face Pull back the revelry Send in the cavalry The wagons formed a circle
Flatter than a tabletop Makes you wonder why they stopped here Wagon must have lost a wheel Or they lacked ambition one On the great migration west Separated