AC/DC lyrics

Carry Me Home

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The bartender's working on a late night shift She's bonka blonds and Bon aims on a midnight drift And the dance band's playing the same old slam I'm sinking whiskey and you're sipping fine wine I don't know what it is you're trying to prove Well it should be you but it's me who can hardly move And I've got my reputation lying on the line Come on baby, be a good dog and help the blind Won't you carry me home (Like a truck, pick me up) You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men That head of yours has got you by time and time again My arms and legs are aching and my head's about to blow And your back's been breakin' and I'd hate to spoil the show But I've just spent next weeks wages and I'm right out of coin But you want more and it's half past four and they want to close the joint But we can't afford a taxi, and it's too late for the bus But I've been told by friends of mine you're someone I can trust Carry me home Won't you carry me home Carry me home (Don't let me lie here in all this beer) You drank all your booze and half of mine I'm bleary eyed and you're waiting for the sunshine (to come and kill me) Just like the man who threw me on the floor Don't matter, while I'm down here I might as well try and find the fucking door Excuse me, have you seen it? It's about this big And have you got a plastic bag 'cause I'm gonna be sick I'm dead drunk and heave'n hanging upside down And you're getting up and leaving, you think I'm gonna drown Carry me home Won't you carry me home (can you help) Carry me home Carry me home Won't you carry me home Carry me home

One Emotion

Clint Black "Greatest Hits II"
Ain't that the way the luck goes Seems like it never can be found Break my back to make those bank notes Payin' on an almost always broken down Fix that car nine ways to Sunday And it won't start again when Monday rolls around Ain't that the way the rent goes Seems like it's never goin' down And that banker's bound to foreclose At this rate, I'll lose my interest in this town Paint the walls mend the windows 'Bout the time the roof comes crumblin' to the ground I've been footin' the bill for some time Stretchin' my credit out of line Well I may not get ahead but now I won't be far behind I've got one more payment and it's mine We're gonna swing it Ain't that the way the heart goes Seems they just attack without a sign My mind's been on vacation And my body's been workin' overtime But I've done all that I can do There's just one more balance due before it's mine I've been footin' the bill for some time Step by step and line by dotted line Well I haven't bought the farm yet But I'm not that far behind I've got one more payment and it's mine One more payment and it's mine One more payment and it's mine One more One more One more

One More Payment

Clint Black "Greatest Hits II"
Ain't that the way the luck goes Seems like it never can be found Break my back to make those bank notes Payin' on an almost always broken down Fix that car nine ways to Sunday And it won't start again when Monday rolls around Ain't that the way the rent goes Seems like it's never goin' down And that banker's bound to foreclose At this rate, I'll lose my interest in this town Paint the walls mend the windows 'Bout the time the roof comes crumblin' to the ground I've been footin' the bill for some time Stretchin' my credit out of line Well I may not get ahead but now I won't be far behind I've got one more payment and it's mine We're gonna swing it Ain't that the way the heart goes Seems they just attack without a sign My mind's been on vacation And my body's been workin' overtime But I've done all that I can do There's just one more balance due before it's mine I've been footin' the bill for some time Step by step and line by dotted line Well I haven't bought the farm yet But I'm not that far behind I've got one more payment and it's mine One more payment and it's mine One more payment and it's mine One more One more One more

Get Paid

TQ "Second Coming"
(feat. Outlawz) [Napolean:] Yeah, from the bottom For the depths, for the bottom We come from there, but we still here We still breath, so long as we got air in these lungs We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what Listen [Young Noble:] Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight But if you not family, keep talkin' aiight Will you get them Nikes Oh you like them yeah They looking good on me, you wanna cop a pair Though it takes some time, we still love everybody Them like my thug sisters, so I'm fuckin' every mommy Everybody know my face, everybody know my name As I walk through I heard em sayin' 'Noble do his thing' I'm flowin' through this game like I'm slidin' on ice Brought these niggas insane like I'm slidin' the dice Applyin' the wife, but ain't nobody dyin' tonight We fryin' the rice, dinner on the steps tonight I bet your life I just might stretch your wife Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time It might sound short, then I'll stretch the rhyme Nothin' but another day, know I ain't gonna lie [Chorus] [TQ:] I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfin' on the corner each and every day (every day) For all the people ‘cause I never find a better way Ain't gonna stop me from hittin' when I see some paper (I'm gettin' it nigga) Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway But in the scene It's like I still hear my feet the same Can we get paid just wanna get paid [EDI Mean:] Man I wasn't born with it But I'm gonna get it Let it be known I'm on a mission From boss livin', no bullshittin' And I don't sit around niggas who don't want nothin' And I don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethin' I'm my own man, own plan, been that way Lost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day I never ever really trust the world again Age ten, feel frustration No patience when it all forego Fuck takin' it slow I'd rather take it and blow I still roll daily Only stoppin' for my babies I'm a hard luck nigga Keep your guard up nigga Large cut getta I gotta have my piece I'll chop it up with ya man But I gotta have my piece You cannot be mad at me I'm game tight on all sides Obstacles cannot damage my pride I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy Young struggler, livin' for the love of us Outlaw [Chorus] [TQ:] I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfin' on the corner each and every day (every day) For all the people ‘cause I never find a better way Ain't gonna stop me from hittin' when I see some paper (I'm gettin' it nigga) Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway But in the scene it's like I still hear my feet the same Can we get paid Just wanna get paid [Kastro:] I'm bluntin', so I'm strapped, and I'm starred and cautious Ain't nothin' but a day at the office I stand-alone so I cut my losses And sometimes I drink until I feel nauseous (ha) It's not easy, believe me, it's no fun Still I chase my paper, till I can't run And I was still just a kid till I had one If not for bad luck, I probably wouldn't have nothin' It's two G's and I just can't quit yet Through all they mind so I just can't sit back I stand strong so you know I don't get checked The born Outlaw so you know I ain't wit' that My younger days in the day tryna figure out A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount It ain't a mystery, it's elementary Cash rules, and that's the way it was meant to be [Napolean:] () Eat now, I'm kinda low in the pockets House lookin' like shit, volts is climbin' out the sockets But that's how it is in twenty-three a.m. Brick City, N-J Besides Cali, it's the home of the A-K I'm paid to roll, was raised to roll But at least in my heart, I've always felt alone I stayed strong through all the times I supposed to I pray to God daily, you barely when you supposed to Close to the money ‘cause it's close to my heart In my life, death ain't nothin' but a walk in the park Hard times gettin' sweeter now I guess Allah must have blessed us ‘cause we eatin' now Come on [Young Noble:] Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man) We still missin' tryin' to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang) The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain) ([TQ:] Can I get paid) Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (gonna hang) Live yours, and you know I'm tryin' to live mine (live mine) Get yours, ‘cause I ain't tryin' to give mine (give mine) Everybody comin' out at the same time (same time) Nothin' but another day, know I can't lie ([TQ:] Can I get paid) Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man) Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (still we gonna hang) ([TQ:] Can I get paid)

End Of The World

BLESSID UNION OF SOULS "Home"
You spend half the time dreaming and the other half's a lie You don't know where you're going and you don't know how to try You don't really have a best friend but you think that you're in love Now all you can remember are the words he used the most Like the 'lie' in believe The 'I' in decieve The 'her' in together The 'we' in the weather He said a lot of things I'm sure he meant them at the time But it's not the end of the world Well you didn't see it coming cause you never understood That there's a time to draw the line when things are going good But you just kept on giving beyond the call of love And he was kind to rob you blind of the pieces of your heart Like that part that made you give And the part that made you weak When he would softly kiss you And tell you that he missed you I know it doesn't seem like what I'm going to say is true But it's not the end of the world It's not the end of the line You know there's more to love You know there's more to life And I know there's more to you Well I can't help but think about you in the middle of the night I know it's kinda lonely but you have to win this fight I just wish that I could hold you and tell you it's allright But it's not the end of the world

A Boy Named Sue

Cash Johnny "Sings His 20 Best"
Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much to ma and me, Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid, But the meanest thing that he ever did, Was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke, An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks, Seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red, And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue. I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I roamed from town to town to hid my shame. But I made me a vow to the moon and stars, I'd search the honky-tonks and bars, And kill that man that gave me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July, and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry, thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. In and old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table dealin' stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue. Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad, from a worn out picture that my mother had, and I knew that scar on his cheek his evil eye. He was big and bent and grey and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said, My name is Sue! how do you do! Now you gonna die! Yeah that's what I told him. Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes, And he went down but to my surprise, Come up with a knife a cut off a piece o' my ear. I busted a chair right across his teeth, And we crashed through the wall and into the street, Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell you I've fought tougher men, but I really can't remember when, he kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile. Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun but I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said, Son, this world is rough, And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough, And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along. So I gave that name and I said goodbye, I knew you'd have to get tough or die, And it's that name that helped to make you strong. Now you just fought one hell of a fight, And I know you hate me and ya got the right, To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But you oughtta thank me before I die, For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye, 'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue. yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do? Well I got a choked up and threw down my gun, Called him a pa and he called me a son, And I come away with a different point of view. I think about him now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him, Bill or George anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

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