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Folksmen

Loco man, watchin' all the fish swim away. He no work, he just sleep and play. Sitting here on tha sand. Sunny-land, Coconut comin down all tha time.

I worked the fields my father worked From dawn until setting sun My calloused hands and wind-burned face Have marked me as a man Who has no voice, no

Whenever I'm out a-wanderin, Chasing a rainbow dream, I often stop and think about, A place I've never seen, Where friendly folks can gather, And raise

Loco man, watchin' all the fish swim away. He no work, he just sleep and play. Sitting here on tha sand. Sunny-land, Coconut comin down all tha time

My mama was the cold North wind, My daddy was the son, of a railroad man from west of hell, Where the trains don't even run... Never heard the whistle

Припев [J.B.]: Чужие письма, чужие роли, Чужие лица, мысли, истории, кто они, Их не увидеть взором, но к ним прикованный Подковами, одним словом сломаны

I hope you play this song again The soul cleansin', the melody just read my end Not a lot of things but usually just appendin' my lady Been searchin' bendin' and saw my folks

Yo, yo yo move out of the way, we got Missy Elliott coming through Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker

At the same old view Just we two Darby and me who used to be Jack and Jill The folks who like to be called What they have always been called The folks