Blind man Standing on the corner Crying out the blues And I don't need a dollar And don't give me a dime Until you bring back that little girl of mine
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(Malone/Scott) Blind man Standing on the corner Crying out the blues And I don't need a dollar And don't give me a dime Until you bring back that little
in the goods. Line it on up, guarantee you get served. Lil' Chris, said run it, So I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior. Just
here below some manage us as chess records i'm not the idiot's class that allowes you to convince, but i say the truth and until a blind man can see
I ran from my house that cannot contain me From the man that I cannot keep From my mother who haunts me, even though she's gone From my daughter that
All just waiting to order There's some idiot in a Volvo With his brights on behind me I lean out the window and scream "Hey, what cha tryin? to do, blind
, peaks or valleys Entrances, exits, vestibules and alleys Windin' roads that test the firm nerve Fortune or fatal behind the blind curve The engine
it's time to be a man Do all you can, see other lands And don't be livin' for the other man Take time out and settle in, be the better man And close
's time to be a man, do all you can See other lands and don't be livin' for the other man Take time out and settle in, be the better man And closely
its time to be a man Do all you can See other lands And don't be livin' for the other man Take time out and settle in Be the better man And close ? watch
playin' day shit Kept a cheese line security, holdin' three nines I'm tryin' to see mines, knowin' diesel's on the decline Whip the work up, more than traffic
Forty thousand headmen couldn't make me change my mind If I had to take the choice between the deafman and the blind I know just where my feet should
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A bare tuff tings come at you When Trench Town man stop laugh and block off traffic Then dem
Where alley cats creep in the night And shaddows slink c??ound traffic lights She cracks her knuckles Well man and beast all run in shame But they
Now whoever said that Sidney [unverified] was a blind man Knew the same of Elvis Presley too 'Cuz all the sausages that dance like Ray Boulder [Unverified] on the hood of a car in a traffic
to shot you Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A bare tuff things come at you When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic
