I had a hard run
Running from your window
I was all night running, running, running
I wonder if you care?
I had a run-in
Run around and run down
Run around a corner
Run smack into a tree
I had to move
Really had to move
That's why, if you please
I am on my bended knees
Bertha, don't you come around here anymore
Dressed myself in green
I went down to the sea
Try to see what's going down
Maybe read between the lines
Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling
Turned around to see
Heard a voice calling, caling, calling
You was coming after me
Back to me |
I had to move
Really had to move
That's why, if you please
I am on my bended knees
Bertha, don't you come around here anymore
Ran into a rainstorm
Ducked into a bar door
It was all night pouring, pouring rain
But not a drop on me
Test me, test me
Why don't you arrest me?
Throw me in the jailhouse
Until the sun goes down
Till it go down
I had to move
Really had to move
That's why, if you please
I am on my bended knees
Bertha, don't you come around here anymore
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Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might
I don't trust to nothing
But I know it come out right
Say it once again now
Oh, I hope you understand
When it's done and over
Lord, a man is just a man
Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land
Some folks look for answers
Others look for fights
Some folks up in treetops
Just look to see the sights
I can tell your future
Look what's in your hand
But I can't stop for nothing
I'm just playing in the band |
Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land
Standing on a tower
World at my command
You just keep a-turning
While I'm playing in the band
If a man among you
Got no sin upon his hand
Let him cast a stone at me
For playing in the band
Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land
Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land
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Wharf rat down
way down
down by the docks of the city,
Blind and dirty
asked me for a dime --
a dime for a cup of coffee
I got no dime but
I got some time to hear his story:
My name is August West
and I love my Pearly Baker best
more than my wine
. . . more than My wine--
more than my maker
though He's no friend of mine
Everyone said
I'd come to no good
I knew I would
Pearly believed them
Half of my life
I spent doing time for
some other fucker's crime
Other half found me stumbling around
drunk on burgundy wine
But I'll get back
on my feet someday
the good Lord willing
if He says I may
'cause I know the life I'm
living's no good
I'll get a new start
and live the life I should |
I'll get up and fly away
I'll get up and
fly away . . .
. . . fly away
Pearly's been true
true to me, true to my dying day
he said
I said to him:
I'm sure she's been
I said to him:
I'm sure she's been true to you
I got up and wandered
Wandered downtown
nowhere to go
just to hang around
I got a girl
named Bonny Lee
I hope that girl's been true to me
I know she's been
I'm sure she's been
true to me
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