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I need a reason to get up
I wash my
The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the
kickin' off my trippin' off the fact
I haven't called my gramma in a long, long time
standin in the shower for half an hour
to wake up and I'm lookin for the power
reachin' for the towel with soap in my
off my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs
The next thing I know the telephone
I hear my own on the answering machine
please leave a I'm glad ya called
I for a voice but there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta the blues
and pay respect respect is due
all to GOD the one I return to
the one I can to
when I'm feelin to the bone
(chorus)
Early in the morn I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely
At six in the morning she
bed
stared out the window and she said
I wasn't her type...
I think she's runnin outa though... and I told her so.
She picked up her things and through the door
and then said that she see me no more
as she was leaving I asked her if she'd call
she didn't look back said at all
I didn't my clothes because they smell like you
and when I a shower it reminded me of you
I Gramma Brown for advice
it happened to me once it happened to me
my son you sound really bugged
I that you were here so I could to you give
a hug then she gave me a long, talk
she "you have the patience of ice on a sidewalk"
when things get rough sweat it
sometimes in life you have to let it
and sing out a song so
even a bad dream couldn't bring harm
to the mind of a young childs
formed from the candle shadows
her voice is like a whispering kiss on the
(chorus)
Early in the morn I wash my face
The bedisstill warmbut there's an empty
in the mornin beforeIwashmy face
a hundred thousand miles is a place
In the last thirty before
I fall
I have said my prayers and I have brushed my teeth
This is the time when I am to think about
all of the things I been to forget about
The Bills, the phone, up my room
the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the
alone I remember the with me and you
and I realize my is shakin' up the room
Gramma she would tell us the glory days
and gramma she tell us about when we were slaves
in the livin' room pianos outa
on top of it the pictures of every and groom
child/ grand child child
every single tear shed every smile
'cause everybodies got alota shit to deal
and life doesn't stop it just makes ya it
so shake the offa your feet
take a step liberate with the beat
so for you I this song
I you to hear it before you are gone.
the in me the Seminole in me
are some a things my grandmother gave
to me some believe there are and some there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma she is a saint
(chorus)
Early in the before I wash my face
The bed isstill warmbut there'san empty
Earlyin before I wash my face
a thousand miles is a lonely place