I tell myself “Don’t be a chump
Who cares, let him stay away”
That’s when the phone rings, and I jump
And as I grab the phone I pray
“Let it please be him
Oh dear God it must be him
It must be him, or I shall die
I shall die”
And when I die and when I’m gone,
There’ll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on
You must remember me, old man,
I know that you can if you try,
So just open up your eyes, old man,
Look who’s come to say, “Good-bye.”
Go rest high on that mountain,
Son your work on earth is done,
Go to heaven a’shoutin’…
Ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe
In a little hilltop village
They gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation
And she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence
And I got repaid with scorn
“Come in,” she said “I’ll give ya
Shelter from the storm”
Oh, a storm is threat’ning
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
When you walk through a storm
Hold your chin up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise.
Fly away, meadowlark
Fly away in the silver morning,
If I stay, I’ll grow to curse the dark
So it’s off where the days won’t bind me
I know I leave wounds behind me
But I won’t let tomorrow find me
Back this way
Before my past once again can blind me
Fly away …
And we won’t wait
To say good-bye
My beautiful young man
And I.
All of her nights have gone sad and shady
She’s getting ready to fly
Fly away fly away fly away
I’m Slim Shady, yes I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim Shady, please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up
OK
Guess who’s back
Back again
Shady’s back
Tell a friend
Guess who just got back today
Them wild eyed boys that had been away
Haven’t changed, hadn’t much to say
But, man, I still think them cats are crazy
I wish I could as carefree and wild,
But I’ve got cat class,
And I’ve got class style.
When the day’s hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumbie Cat’s work is but hardly begun
And when all the family’s in bed and asleep
She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep
She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice
Their behavior’s not good and their manners not nice
So when she has got them lined up on the matting
She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting
Get back Honky Cat,
Better get back to the woods…
I quit those days and my red-necked ways,
And the change is gonna do me good…
You out of town guys sure think you’re real keen
Think all of us boys here are homespun and green
But that’s wrong my friend so get this through your head
We’re tough and we’re Texan with necks good and red
All my ex’s live in Texas,
And Texas is the place I’d dearly love to be.
But all my ex’s live in Texas,
And that’s why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
I was dancin’ with my darlin to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see.
I introduced him to my darlin’ and while they were dancin’
My friend stole my sweetheart from me.