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