m believin' that one day when we've changed our ways. We will live to tell that one day we'll learn, to love each other one day. One day, we'll leave
Vertaling: Little River Band. 'N Dag.
Southern side of Philly yet of The Roots there comes me, who? The janky little brother of Mr. Bruce A jazz kickin kid who flows, like the river Jordan
only house big enough for all the pain He was walkin' by the other day and I said "Hey, baby, how you been? Yeah, I got me a little girl now and she
be Someone who'll watch over me I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood I know I could always be good To the one who'll watch over me Over me Give
across the sea We used to speak of that ocean deep How little words can say It's better now to ask your friend What makes him sad today No one can do
the blood And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud One day I was ridin' in the beautiful land And ran smack into an Indian band They jerked
Bad news bear, all you squares too late now The Godfather said it best pay style Not a little bit, not even fifty cent We don't trip one dime in the city
boy I've worked this dirt all my life but things ain't been good for awhile Why don't you move to the city make a little money you might be the first one
Racing you would be quite dull After many years of exodus The hatchery fish run in rich rivers I'm afraid the memories regarding Nixon Are a little scary
had the blood, And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud. One day I was riding in a beautiful land I run smack into an Indian band They jumped
he had the blood And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud One day I was ridin' in the beautiful land And ran smack into an Indian band They
was able to ease the pain, it's a shame, it's such a shame, no-one was able to to stop the rain ... On the day she died there were some who cried, so
that cattle prodigies are like a sneeze Hard blowin', missin one lick of blowin' talent to show If you sing, you gotta swing But remember that the day
stand She wrote faithfully home to mama: "now mama, don't you worry none" From small things, mama, big things one day come It was late one
[Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia] Global thug politics, every man in his argument We form as one, who can abolish it? Projects the heart of this Catch heat, but
prodigies are like a sneeze Hard blowin'-missin one lick of blowin' talent to show (If y'sing - y' gotta swing!) But remember that the day will come
