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HARRY CHAPIN lyrics - Legends of the Lost Found

Odd Job Man

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Chorus: I give part time help I'm the odd job man I can't do what I want So I do what I can And I'll tell you now So that you will understand You get just what you pay for from the odd job man One day this dude drives in the station And I slide out to the pump And he says, I need some odd jobs done Can you get off from this dump? Well I can always use some extra bread So I nod and take the job When he says Clean up before you come I do not hire slobs Now you can see I'm not no fancy pants But everyone has pride And especially since this lovely lady's Sittin' by his side Still something keeps my trap shut And I nod again Alright And he gooses his Mercedes And he squeals off in the night Chorus Well I find his place next morning It's more a palace than a pad And it kind of makes my pick-up truck Start looking pretty bad But the same lady swings the door back And before one word is said She leads me to his trophy room Where he sits with his stuffed heads He's got this list of jobs for me to do While he's out of town And he says I'm too damn busy boy The way I move around Well I start to figure prices when he says It's time you learned, When you're dealing with a gentleman You get just what you earn Chorus I set to work that weekend And I'm fixin' up some stairs When I feel that someone's watching me And I see SHE'S standing there And she says I like to watch you work You have such supple hands She says Can I help you? and I say Baby you CAN !! Well she looks me in the eyes boys I admit I looked a little lower That's when she starts breathing faster And I start working slower You see when you have a helper With her attitude and grace You start puttin' lots of extra hours Workin' 'round the place Chorus Well a month had too soon come and gone With my odd jobs all done When who should pull up to the pump But the long-lost prodigal son And he says Here's a hundred dollars boy Pulls the bill off from his wad And he starts to hand it over Like a gift come straight from God! I say That's just a buck an hour sir ! He says That's what I pay for jerks Now I admit that almost blew my cool But I staggered back to work You see most times when it's said and done There's justice to this life 'Cause what that man had done to me I'd done to his wife! Chorus

Straw Hat And Old Dirty Hank

BARENAKED LADIES "Born On A Pirate Ship"
Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank Words Music by Steven Page Ed Robertson I tend the wheat field that makes your bread. I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed. Mother Nature Mother Earth Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth Chorus: I'm the farmer. I work in the fields all day. Don't mean to alarm her, But I know it was meant to be this way. You cried a tear, I wiped it dry I put you up upon a pedestal so high if you should waiver, if you should sway I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away. You signed your picture with an O and X I bet you don't write 'love' each time you sign your cheques. Chorus All of this corn I grow I grow it all for you I took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for you You could have written back, You could have said 'Thank you' I guess you've got better things, better things to do. You say you love me, is that the truth? Although they've heard the songs, my friends want living proof. I know your address, I ring the bell I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells. I'm the farmer I work in the fields all day Never wanted to harm her But I know it was meant to be this way.

Just About Over

GOODIE MOB "Still Standing"
Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo and others (singing) Heyy, so they tell me, it's just about over Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhh yeahh-yeah So they tell me, it's just about over Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhhhh yeahh-yeah Verse One: Cee-Lo (singing) Well I'm lonely, and no one understands The show has fallen, into the wrong hands I am blinded, to see all that's passed To know it was possible, to be a sadist I have nothing, more to give I have lost my, will to live I lost my pride, lost my joy, and now I've lost my fear I'd rather die, because I, am just that, unhappy here Chorus Verse Two: Gipp, Khujo Man it's 20/20, uhh It's gettin hard, to Main Street, the Boulevard Earth warmin, causin the ozone to fall apart Spark rebellion, I'ma go to, guillotine the Palestines too, divide the land right, between you Seas cross, dirt road walked A lot of folks that don't talk Some that thought they made it got caught Slay the wicked, spirit'll soon fix it It's gettin colder I wonder how much older 'fore it's all over Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son on the four-zero-five, changin, his flat tire Suspect's a white male, lead, a possible robbery Hurts my heart that we start off this year like this, players in position to make differences but be, charged with rape, with all that debit while you had it, to take the gushy Twenties frozen this time At this North/South planet clinic where abortions are performed Verse Three: T-Mo From the start, I see the end Will we be friends in the end Took you with me, solo creeps Never wakin lay next to me sleep Hate to use you, don't abuse you I won't lose you, fought to keep you He dyin to meet you, confrontation of the tainted thought, of me lettin you step to I got caught, messin up again I just can't win, tryin not to sin When crackin the gin, makin fat distends in a time we need to be sober On my way through Georgia, headed back to Florida with the Jimmy called Peanuts, mind in the O, headed to a show Gone with the strong, up out the do', now.. Chorus Chorus *singer repeats 'over' until the final riff of the song*

Whats Ya Life Worth?

Fatal Hussein "In The Line Of Fire"
[Bell] [whispers of Outlaw] [Fatal] Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk a real nigga will pick the time to go what Verse one Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy give me feet if your crucified like you was Jesus on the floor spreadin' like diseases sippin' the Henny who say cool lockin' the Semi Automatic niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it) it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon) get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon) protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty layin' it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gear like I'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tear shootin' and popluting, ya atmosphere wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state tryin' come up in this world, cuz it's money to make laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? so maybe six feet, will make the raps better Chorus [Fatal] Whats ya life worth? more then a beef when you got heat, and til scared of the streets how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause wit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the stars Some times, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin' wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x) Verse two What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for in plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bounce cuz, I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin' alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin' I got these thugs, and hotties knowin' haulin' ass, wit Daz, and money bags, and the ass of the shooty showin', play the ? I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero watch me, streets is black hockey their's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top me Chorus Verse three Back to back, doin' niggas like this when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible I'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack so I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation allagations facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement ready for cold war, but I remain pateint my sustained, station, name takin' for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin' makin' a switch, from tricks to rich clips to bricks, wit slow dipps turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded toted an broke click, you need a light? I'm a type, that you can smoke dick rock a crew, down to ? like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein jackin' planes, back to ? through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill shot and spin I, wit you got is men I she top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter through ya crewshea, devils desire Chorus 1/2

Whats Ya Life Worth?

Fatal "In the Line of Fire"
[Bell] [whispers of Outlaw] [Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk a real nigga will pick the time, to go what Verse one Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus on the floor spreadin', like diseases sippin' the Henny, who say cool lockin' the Semi Automatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it) it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon) get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon) protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty layin' it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gear like I'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tear shootin' and popluting, ya atmosphere wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state tryin' come up in this world, cuz it's money to make laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? so maybe six feet, will make the raps better Chorus [Fatal] Whats ya life worth? more then a beef when you got heat, and til scared of the streets how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause wit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the stars Some times, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin' wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x) Verse two What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for in plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bounce cuz, I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin' alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin' I got these thugs, and hotties knowin' haulin' ass, wit Daz, and money bags, and the ass of the shooty showin', play the ? I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero watch me, streets is black hockey their's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top me Chorus Verse three Back to back, doin' niggas like this when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible I'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack so I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation allagations facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement ready for cold war, but I remain pateint my sustained, station, name takin' for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin' makin' a switch, from tricks to rich clips to bricks, wit slow dipps turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded toted an broke click, you need a light? I'm a type, that you can smoke dick rock a crew, down to ? like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein jackin' planes, back to ? through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill shot and spin I, wit you got is men I she top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter through ya crewshea, devils desire Chorus 1/2

D.E.E.P.

OUTKAST "Intro"
Greetings, earthlings. Take me to your leader (Ooh Shit!) Chorus: repeat 2X D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep Deeper than the page of a book let me look You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like... [Dre] Deeper than deep dish, hammers and vogues Deeper fish in the O (cean) I got my gun, I'll stamp out like Coast Guards You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man) You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catchin blades Niggaz catchin AIDS, niggaz gettin sprayed, niggaz on they way To a dead end, you won't catch me spreadin no white thighs I only see afro bitches up in my eyes I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?' I'm Outkasted and claimin true Aimin two at your muthafuckin spine No, I make that three cuz I don't wanna hear you whine Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie Me be, wonderin when I'm gonna see the end Andre 'gain slammin backs like King acts Over Organized tracks full of facts So you know that it's D.E.E.P. chorus: (2X) [Big Boi] Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill He will come back and return like Lalah Hathaway Aimin for your skull, yeah I'm flexin on you that a way So if you pullin a tool, nigga you better use it Cuz if you're threatenin my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it I don't take no shit from nobody, I gots the Goodie Mo crew right beside of me Damn, no pain, no gain, some I'mma hurt you Breakin knees and elbows like I used to break my curfew My mama used to tell me if a nigga ever hit me Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he So if you run up, you get done up, I'mma end it Throw the gun up out the window, see the corner that I bent it It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like... chorus: (2X) [Dre] No, I ain't never been pimped by the system That's because I ain't no slave Don't be tryin to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave Bloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of naps And the only thing I know is how to fuck and how to rap Y'all think I'm stupid cuz I shoots 'em up like cupid And if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to shoot it My head's polluted cuz I'm truly bobbin to the bottom If a pair of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'em But no I don't because I don't be havin fun The gold that I am wearin is really made out of bronze It weighs a ton and makin my neck turn green And I got a criminal record that will never come clean Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit And then never taking care of them has just become a habit I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin So you get mad and try to make me inferior You pissin me off, I'm in that ass like interior Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players That's livin on a whim, thin ice and a prayer Oh and mayor, can I get a little backup Please don't let them pussy muthafuckas put that flag up But let me shut up cuz they say we need dough Whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994 Yeah, yes sir, it's like that Gonna take y'all deep, so go back chorus: (2X) [Big Boi] I'm gettin D.E.E.P. like a prostitute's vagina And pimpin way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China I roll that black Lac with the crust velvet interior Niggaz try to bite their shit, but their shit is inferior We rollin thick like the Pillsbury Doughboy And I don't give a damn, muthafucka cuz you know why The Caucus Mountains and the mutant gene You try to wipe a nigga like me slam up off the scene You hear me bastard, work a little bit faster Because of the shit that I done been through, I shall never call you master You D-E-V-I-L, the cave is where you dwell So stay up out the rain, it's beginning to smell like dog, yeah I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes You'd probably shit your tightest draws cuz I got a solid fuse So what do you really wanna do when I get militant Thought I was a pimp, flip the script if you can' get with this They call me Big Boi, I be cappin with a big gun Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L chorus: (2X)

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