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My Life Lyrics - Artist : Bryson, Peabo
Here's a little something for those of us
Who grew up the hard way Southern nights, good Baptist ministers Singin' on the village green Street corners at night Well, I wouldn't change a thing 'Cause this is my life Did you ever have to sleep in the cold, cold In a three-room shack with one woodstove, mmm... Do you know what it's like to sleep in your clothes Yeah, yeah, yeah Inner city blues, you got me payin' some dues, yeah Hey, sister, stand beside me I need your love strength and courage to guide me Foolish junkies got you nodding Throwin' your life away tryin' to party Hey-hey-hey Genocide is closin' in on man Humanity is dying Poverty, starvation, people The children cry, cry Yeah, hey, yeah, yeah Bill collectors knocking, mama got hide, yeah, yeah Just yesterday morning, she got fired, oh, no, no Nobody knows the pain she feels inside, oh, no, no Inner city blues, you got me payin' some dues, yeah Hey, sister, stand beside me I need your love strength and courage to guide me Foolish junkies got you nodding Throwin' your life away tryin' to party Genocide is closin' in on man Humanity is dying Poverty, starvation, people This is my life, this is my life Living for those lonely Southern nights, yeah Poverty, starvation, people This is my life, this is my life Learning how to love and still survive Poverty, starvation, people The children cry, children cry Time ain't gonna change it, well Talk about poverty, starvation, people This is my life, this is my life Try to keep my head up on the sky, sky... |
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