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and he's runnin' out of time. So he hits the chop shop, makes drop, cause he's sick of bein' poor. He's white trash and he's knockin' on your door. . Pre Chorus. Somebody's knockin' at my door
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Poor Boy Long Way From Home 2 21 Trk 21. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Recorded 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Album Parchman Farm Blues - Roots rts 33055. . Poor boy a long way from home
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brain. But he can't be blamed. He's only a pawn in their game A South politician preaches to the poor white man. "You got more than the blacks, don't complain. You're better than them, you been born
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. But he can't be blamed. He's only a pawn in their game. . A South politician preaches to the poor white man. "You got more than blacks, don't complain. You're better than them, you been born with
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* country. Fossilize - make Yorkshire into a tourist resort. And dream of new ways to humble the poor. . Gold against the soul. White liberal hates slavery. Needs Thai labour to clean his home
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just enough to keep her alive. When she's breathing in the blowback. There's nothing you can offer she ain't already tried. But she's breathing in the blowback. Born into poor white trash and always
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. Make the skies. Nobody spreads. Their aching heads. Oh poor boy. So worried for his life. Oh poor boy. So keen to take a wife. He's a mess but he'll say yes. If you just dress in white. Nobody
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nightmare. It was like a good dreah. Well it wasn't a good. (What was it?). Hey yo I just had a crazy dream man (What?). Yo, yo I dreamed I was white! (Ohhh). . Chorus Eminem. . If he was white
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Poor mum, poor mum. After a lifetime of dreaming. Poor mum, poor mum. Whatever became of your scheming Nothing worked out. In the way that you planned. Nothing was quite as you thought. Try
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Bài hát Poor Poor Pitiful Me - Linda Ronstadt. Well I lay my head on the railroad track. Waiting on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more. Poor poor pitiful me. Poor poor pitiful me
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Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting. Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so. The moments pass into hours. The hours pass into years And as she smiles through her tears. She murmurs low
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Help the poor, won't you help poor me?. Have a heart, won't you baby, listening to my plea?. I need all your love, I need your care. I need all of your love, you can spare Help the poor, help the
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They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy. But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a poor boy. As long as I've got a dolly like you Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
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to me, though. I'm a poor boy. I can still be happy as long as I can feel free So many people I know, get old way too early. (Well are you feelin' kind of weary?). Just to impress you with the
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This is a story 'bout a poor girl. A story that you ought to know. She lived all alone in a one room flat. On a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time. She'd go and put
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grow old. Oo hoo hoo. . What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo. What more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo hoo. . The crackle of the radio. A message in the evening sky. You're looking at an
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set on fire. The preacher got goosebumps when he saw me and said "Messiah". Here from the heavens, I have arose from the ashes of hell. Brought here to be poor white trash and excel. Stuck in the
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my family we was livin' proof. That people who forgot about poor white trash. And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass If that ain't country, it'll harelip the Pope. If that ain't country, it's
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Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. . Poor boy don't need 'lectronics to make no Rock n Roll. Poor boy got boogie woogie born
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Poor you, I'm sorry you're not me. For you will never know what loving you can be. Poor you, you'll never know your charms. You'll never feel your warmth, you're never in your arms When it is you
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I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. I'm a poor boy, I'm a long way from home. What the others do, the world can't do me no harm. I'm a poor boy, a long way from home. Babe I can't stay here
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. Then she stays to nag at Dallas. 'Cause she hates those Texas girls Poor cow. You'll get your dumb man. You'll see your whole life coming at you. In the back of his hand. Poor cow. It's a monkey
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home. No spending money in my pocket, no spare meat on my bone. Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?". Now
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Song Poor Old Heartsick Me - Carlene Carter. Poor old heartsick me. Twice as lonely as a girl ought to be. What will the future be. For poor old heartsick me I thought I was mute to that big
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, oh what a shame He's a poor old man. Poor old man. Poor old man. Can we help you? Things are at their worst, what should he do first?. He must wonder, no one wants to know. He must spread his
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Song Poor Boy Blues - Mark Knopfler, Chet Atkins. Do I Want You? Yes I Do. Do I Need You? Baby You Know It's True. But I Ain't Got Nothin' That You Can Use. So I'm Sittin' On My Own Here, With These
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I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin. You can take the truthful things you've said to me. And fit them on the head of a pin Poor Napoleon. Poor Napoleon You always look so disappointed
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But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town. And the son of a poor man ain't gonna turn your head around. But if you ever get lonely you just pick up the telephone. And the son of a
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. when all this paper blows away. its just paper, anyway you got the money that i want so bad. i like them rich girls. you got the loving that i never had. i like them poor girls. you got the money
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I pity the poor immigrant. Who wishes he would've stayed home. Who uses all his power to do evil. But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom with his fingers cheats. And who lies with
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. . Hey, stop you ol' train,. Let a poor boy ride. Cain't ya hear me cryin'?. Hm, hm, hm. . Hey, Mister Bartender,. I swear I'm not too young. Cain't ya hear me cryin'?. Hm, hm, hm. . Blow your
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Oh heartburn, cold chills. Dizzy spells, I bite my fingernails. I don't think I'm gonna pull through. Everything depends on you. Only your love can save this poor heart of mine. Situation
