of Kankakee And moves along past houses farms and fields Passing trains that have no name and freighyards full of old black men And the graveyards full
morning Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still
when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it's all warm and soft, oooh! w E let those russian people hang on to that money
the ego Fans left suffering, gasping! And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting Y'all fade out, I'm just getting
rolls out of Kankakee and moves along past houses, farms & fields Passin' trains that have no name, and switch yards full of old black men, And graveyards
no answer And I'm Big Bluebonnet blue I'm singing and they're dancing But I'm feeling Big D bad I'm Sweetwater beat And I'm Texas City sad The rhythm
place special You see that summer storm brewing in the southern sky By the time it hits here I'll be dancing high and dry To rhythm and blues on Cotton
my head I look in the mirror I look like I'm dead I was a king of the road rhythm and blues starry-eyed losers drawn in tattoo's and the man I am now
, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, oh yeah. I'm so glad I'm living and gonna tell the world I am, I got me a fine woman and she says that I'm her man, One thing
, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, oh yeah. I'm so glad I'm living and gonna tell the world I am, I got me a fine woman and she says that I'm her man, One thing that
main dog give a brother a pound And just uh.. Chorus: Q-Tip Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got, and just uhh Breathe and Stop, for real and
'm home not alone on the bone Leave your name and your number And a brief message at the end of the tone, boop Ooh, and I like it 'cause I'm Poetry,
to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your mind Rhythm roll, two times control The mauler and the caller of your doom And when I'm ready
the people and the beats Reach uppity reach, gotta reach Power to the people and the beats Power to the people and the beats Power to the people and
like a sucker And if you think so, boy, then pucker up And kiss the butt of this lyricist Blow on the mic and make a wish This groove is set to soothe and
all the blues and greens As I listen to the rhythm of the fax machine What will I be when winter comes again? And we're wrapped up in furs, and life
microphone and now she's calling me a honey Says I know what I want don't move with thugs We're house parties hip hop and smoking drugs And whoever's