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Blind Eyed Woman
03:07
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Blind eyed woman what do you see?
Are they just dreams or reality?
Someday you may see the light and
Close your eyes because it's too bright.
Chorus
She's a blind eyed woman,
Chills you to the bone.
She's a blind eyed woman,
with a heart made of stone.
Blind eyed woman never speaks,
Always giving me that third degree.
And you never know just what she means,
Her life is like a fantasy.
Chorus
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2. |
Workin' For The Man
04:31
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Every day i go to work, Bossman gonna put me in the dirt.
Tired eyes and worn out hands to meet the company's demands.
Chorus
I'm done workin' for the man
And I've taken the abuse I can stand.
I'll make it on my own worried hands,
I'll grind until I make my stance,
Find a way to make my pay because
I'm done workin' for the man.
Blood and sweat come with long hours
To line the pockets of those in power.
Worn out shoes and tattered clothes,
Their suits tell you all to be told.
Chorus
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Chill In My Bones
05:08
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There's a chill in my bones,
Feeling weary and old,
But it isn't because of the cold.
In times like these,
Bring sorrow and grief
When people die because of beliefs.
There's hatred in the air
And people don't care
About anyone that isn't their own.
We're building blockades
To stop the parades
In a place i"m ashamed to call home.
Chorus
Let's stop the hate
Instead celebrate
The day we became
One human race.
Why can't we agree
To live in harmony
Regardless of color or creed?
And still love thy neighbor
Who has another savior
In hopes that we both can find peace,
When we all feel helpless
We start feeling selfish
And solitude becomes the norm.
That's no way to live,
With no distinctive
Plans to restructure the forms.
Chorus
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4. |
Southern Wine
04:59
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Freight train comin' on down the track
Aint going home, it aint coming back.
Heading to the south where the living's easy.
The water's warm and grass is green.
Stopped to eat a peach somewhere in Georgia
To remember those who used to rock n roll.
An old black man said "hey young fella,
Listen close to what I have to tell ya"
Chorus
Southern wine is so fine
The women here will blow your mind.
Slip on down if you can find the time.
All your troubles will pass you by
You'll see what I mean, Give it a try,
Come down and get drunk on southern wine.
And that train it kept rollin' on down the rails
And where it stopped you cannot fail.
Stopped at a bar in Nashville baby,
"cause the music there is wavy gravy.
Pedal steel licks filled all the streets
Making all the cowgirls move their feet.
I asked what all the fuss is about,
They looked at me and began to shout.
Chorus
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