ALABAMA lyrics - The Touch

It's All Comin' Back To Me Now

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I must have been the luckiest man in the world I'll never know why I left her There's nothin' like the love of a small town girl But I thought I'd found something better. So I hit the big cities from coast to coast And I must admit I had a good time But now I've been around, and I'd like to settle down But only with the one that I left behind And it's all comin' back to me now It's all comin' back to me now It's all comin' back to me now. [Instrumental] You know I never was much for keepin' in touch I never wrote and never heard from her I'd love to talk to her, maybe try to make up For some of the pain I caused her. I realize now, I'm down on my luck And she's what I could never find And now I'm back in town, but she's not around And I'm dealin' with a heartache of the very worst kind. And it's all comin' back to me now, right now It's all comin' back to me now. I wonder now if this is how she must have hurt I know, for what I did, I'm gettin' what I deserve 'Cause it's all comin' back to me now. [Instrumental] Now I'm back in town, but she's not around And I'm dealin' with a heartache of the very worst kind. And it's all comin' back to me now, right now It's all (it's all) comin' back (comin' back) to me now. [Instrumental & vocalizations] It's all (comin' back, comin' back to me now) (comin' back, comin' back to me now) (comin' back, comin' back to me now...) [Instrumental to fade out]

Coming Of Age

DAMN YANKEES
Dressed to kill and lookin' dynomite, with her high-laced stockings and her sweater so tight. I asked her her name, she said her name was Maybe. Well she walked up to me, and she asked me to chance I said, I am lookin' for some wild romance, She gave me a wink--she said I should think about it, maybe She said, What you got babe, is what I need. Your kind of love got me on my knees. I'm so tied up What you got got a hold on me, your kind of love make a man outta me I'm so tied up, you got me so fired up Little sister, hits the stage She can't help it, she's comin' of age Little junior, he's all in a rage Did you notice she was comin' of age If looks could kill, I'd be dead on the floor You got me all tied up, honey, beggin' for more Somebody call a doctor, I think I'm goin' crazy (Because) What you got, babe, is what I need Your kind of love got me on my knees I'm so tied up What you got got a hold on me Your kind of love make a man outta me I'm so tied up You got me so fired up Little sister, hits the stage She can't help it, she's comin' of age Little junior, he's all in a rage Did you notice she was come, come, comin' of.... Little sister, hits the stage She can't help it, she's comin' of age Little junior, he's all in a rage Did you notice she was come, come, comin' of... Did you notice she was come, come, comin' of age She's come, come, comin' of age Yeah she come, she come, she come

Comin' Home

BOB SEGER "The Distance"
Words and Music by Bob Seger Passed the old church on the edge of town Trailways bus was right on time Passed your uncle's store on main street His old truck was parked outside Everything seemed so much larger then This old town has hardly grown Has it really been ten long years Now you're finally comin' home Comin' home You've been gone so very long Comin' home You'll just say you're comin' home You left your hometown for the city lights You were young and you were strong Lots of traffic lots of sleepless nights Lots of dreams that all went wrong You'll just tell them what they want to hear How you took the place by storm You won't tell them how you lost it all You'll just say you're comin' home Comin' home You grew tired of being alone Comin' home You'll just say you're comin' home

That's It For The Other One

GRATEFUL DEAD "Anthem Of The Sun"
The other day they waited, the sky was dark and faded, Solemnly they stated, He has to die, you know he has to die. All the children learnin', from books that they were burnin', Every leaf was turnin'; to watch him die, you know he had to die. The summer sun looked down on him, his mother could but frown on him, And all the others sound on him, but it doesn't seem to matter. And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended, His mind remained unbended, he had to die, you know he had to die. Spanish lady comes to me, she lays on me this roes. It rainbow spirals round and round it trembles and explodes. It left a smoking crater of my mind I like to blow away. But the heat came 'round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day. Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around, comin', around, in a circle Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle, Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle. Skippin' through the lily fields I came across an empty space, It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in it's place. The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began, There was cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land. Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around, comin', around, in a circle Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle, Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle. And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended, Their minds remained unbended, He had to die, Oh, you know he had to die.

Tom Ford (Remix)

JAY-Z
[Intro: Jay-Z] Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass ...Tom Ford [3X] [Jay-Z] Comin up, comin down Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown Bad bitch, H-Town Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck all y'all season Piss Bordeauxs and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling When Hov's out them hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in And - clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes I party with weirdoes, yeah Hov, yeah Hov [Chorus: Jay-Z] I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford International, bring back the Concorde Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard ...Tom Ford [5X] [Jay-Z] Yeah, hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow Y'all know nothin 'bout Wayne Perry though District of Columbia, guns on your Tumblrs Fuck hashtags and retweets (nigga) 140 characters in these streets (nigga) Pardon my laughin, y'all only flaggin on beats (nigga) Pardon my laughin, I happen to think you sweet, heh [Chorus] [Jay-Z (Beyonce)] (Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford [Pimp C] Huh... CHU'UCH! Hol' up, Tony Snow Check 1-2, 1-2, bitch! [taps mic] Is the mic on? Sweet Jones, yeah... BEEEE-YATCH! Knowmtalmbout? "Keep yo' foot off in they ass", that's what Ken told me Niggaz like to play games cause they feel like they know me (feel like they know me) You don't know me nigga, I done changed (I done changed) So don't be tryna put no shit off in the game (gaaaame) This ain't no motherfuckin '91 We out here rappin for money, you niggaz rappin for fun I don't fuck with nobody in this shit but Bun Still give me a million, you gotta give that nigga one (onnne) You can try me if you want to, bitch (want to, BE-YATCH!) But I'ma show you what the fuck I'm workin with (Uh!) It's man style, pistol popper, you ain't real Just 'cause you born in Port Arthur don't make a nigga trill (TRILL) Y'all here lettin that bitch run you Need to put that hoe in check, that's what real nigga do (do!) A bitch pussy ain't shit to me And you ain't gettin no respect, bitch, if you're fuckin for free, uhh! [Chorus] [Pimp C] HUH... CHU'UCH! HOL' UP, TONY SNOW SWEET JONES, BEEE-YATCH! [Jay-Z (Beyonce)] (Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

Only Begotten Son

JA RULE "Venni Vetti Vecci"
He who believeth in Ja Shall not be condemned But he that believeth not Is condemned already Only because He has not believed In the man and the only begotten son My Lord [chorus] For he so feared the word He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns in the sky [x2] Yeah, Why would you leave somethin you love here to die In the cold And it grows Like a concrete rose Beautiful ain't I Till I withered and died In them same streets you left me in Screamin Lord let me in I don't know where to begin Since I lost yo love But then again your love Was strictly for the drugs I dont know whether to hug Or to fill you with slugs Fuckin them whores Instead of claiming what's rightfully yours Pierced a hole in my heart from all the pain you caused With no direction you left your first born lost Give or take a few Cause my hate for you Grew, over the years Through blood, sweat, and tears I wanted to be just like you My father figure, now I want to fight you You bitch nigga, left me 'lone And parts of me never out grown The fact that you left home But moms was so strong Don't let them get you fed This world is yours she said Now nothin is stoppin me but two to the head In life there's more to come when it's all said and done You lost one love, your only begotten son [chorus 2X] Broke wit nothin to live for And damn ready to die young I'm the shadow behind the gun Look at what I've become The fear of many niggas The floss of most bitches The love that runs deepest In the hearts of street niggas Raised in the ghetto By the ghetto Was taught young to pop the metal That's how shit get settled Learn to cook up the coke Never leave home without toast Learn to fly my bitches with birds, in first not coach Never trust ya, from a toddler to hustla I was trained as a youngsta, to cock back and slug ya Love me or hate me, ya only son Let me live or kill me, the chosen one Ja, under the gun, gotta kill 'em fo' sho' If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for Life's got more to come, but when it's all said and done You lost one love, tour only begotten son [chorus 2X] I wanted to be forever yours Look it now we're nothin more than two lost souls Lookin to meet at the crossroads I burn the hydro, lay back with my eyes closed In deep thought like Brittany is somethin I'd die for How the fuck do you sleep at night Knowin you wronged the only thing you ever did right Despite the loss I stretch the length of a short Now I got a new father whose name is New York Runnin wild in the streets With heat, we don't talk Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark But light will shine from the heavens and bless one Ja Rule; love, your only begotten son [chorus 3X]

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