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Fire
04:14
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There's a fire, there's a fire running wild
If the flames get higher
Than this town is going to burn to the ground
You can see, see for miles
Where the devil laid his hands
Not no priest, not no water
Going to turn this evil burn
Pack your bags, find the children
Ain't got no time to spare
Don't turn around, lay your burden down
Got to find another land
Every day and every night
Feet move heavy down the line
Scream and shout, sing and holler
Ain't going to make no difference now
Savior please, show some mercy
Show some mercy on the weak and the tired
Show a sign, any sign
Try to ease a worried mind
Pack your bags, find the children
Ain't got no time to spare
Don't turn around, lay your burden down
Got to find another land
Pack your bags, find the children
Ain't got no time to spare
Don't turn around, lay your burden down
Got to find another land
Savior please, show some mercy
Show some mercy on the weak and the tired
On the weak and the tired
On the weak and the tired
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2. |
Can I Be Your Husband?
03:18
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Can I be your husband, can I be your man?
Can I be your husband, can I be your man?
Can I be your husband, be your man?
Be the one who holds your hand?
Can I be your husband, be your man?
Girl, I love you in the morning, love you at night
Girl, I love you in the morning, love you at night
Girl, I love you in the morning, love you at night
Love you good and love you right
Love you in the morning, love you at night
I want you to be my lover
I want you to be my wife
No man going to treat you, like I treat you
No man going to love you, like I do
Bring you eggs from the kitchen, flowers from the yard
Bring you eggs from the kitchen, flowers from the yard
Bring you eggs from the kitchen, flowers from the yard
Mama don't worry your mind at all
Bring you eggs from the kitchen, flowers from the yard
I want you to be my lover
I want you to be my wife
No man going to treat you, like I treat you
No man going to love you, like I do
Can I be your husband, can I be your man?
Can I be your husband, can I be your man?
Can I be your husband, be your man?
Be the one who holds your hand?
Can I be your husband, be your man?
Can I be your husband, be your man?
Can I be your husband, be your man?
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3. |
Mister Brown
03:11
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They say Mister Brown is a bad, bad man
Some say he's the devil's son
He lives alone in the valley with an old bloodhound
In a mean looking log cabin
No one looks and no one says
Not a single word to Mister Brown
Some say he killed his wife
And threw her in the wood chipper
Some say they've seen him a sitting
On the porch chatting with the devil
No one looks and no one says
Not a single word to Mister Brown
Oh mama says, "you best not hang around there"
"You best not hang around Mister Brown's after midnight"
But I don't care what my mama says
I'm going to see about Mister Brown
I wear my coon skin hat, light load on my back
And a double barrel shotgun
No one looks and no one says
Not a single word to Mister Brown
In my cold, sweaty hands my shotgun shakes
At the sight of Mister brown
A boom, a crack, a gunshot snaps
But I didn't pull the trigger
No one looks and no one says
Not a single word to Mister Brown
Oh mama says, "you best not hang around"
"You best not hang around Mister Brown's after midnight"
There's blood on the wall, there's blood on the dog
There's blood on the letterhead
And I can just make out from the words that he laid
The town done wrong by Mister Brown
No one looks and no one says
Not a single word to Mister Brown
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4. |
Only God Knows My Name
04:04
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I am the victim of a violent love affair
Daddy drove off in the middle of the night
Took his bottle, left his wife
You know mama tried, yeah she tried real hard
But nobody wants a used up woman
Not in this town anyhow
She took to the bottle, just like my dear old dad
Pulled a .9mm to the temple of her head
And the hearse came rollin' in
Only God knows my name
Only God knows my name
Only God knows my name
Only God knows my name
The state of Mississippi took my old folk's home
Left me with a bag of Alabama records
And a Mickey Mouse telephone
I spent one night's rest in an abandoned Gran Torino
Took some gasoline to my inheritance
And warmed my hand by the devil's fire
Only God knows my name
Only God knows my name
Only God knows my name
Only God knows my name
Ain't nobody knows I'm real
Ain't nobody knows I'm here
Ain't no eyes going to recognize
My thick, black hair or big, blue eyes
Don't pay me no mind
Don't pay me no mind
Gotta fix me a job, but I ain't educated
The only books I got have twenty-one matches
Or fifty-two playing cards
I hop from train to train, I keep the car real clean
Mama didn't raise no sinner man
I ain't ever going to shake the devil's hand
One of these days, God going to take his turn on me
Until the day my kingdom come
I'll be waiting here to take my name
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