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From somewhere outside
I hear a street vendor cry "filet gumbo"
From my window I see him, going
Down the street and he don’t know
That we fell right to sleep
In the damp tangled sheets so soon
After love in the hot afternoon

Now the bourbon street lady
Sleeps like a baby in the shadows (in the shadows)
She was new to me, full of mystery
But now I know (but know I know)
That she’s just a girl
And I’m just a guy, in a room
Full of love in the hot afternoon

We got high in the park
This morning and we sat, without talking
Then she came back here
In the heat of the day, tired of walking
Where under her breath
She hummed to herself a tune
Of Love in the hot afternoon…

He was on his way home from Candletop.
(He’d)Been two weeks gone and he thought he’d stop
At Webb’s and have him a drink ‘fore he went home to her.
Andy Wardlow said, "Hello."
And he said "Hi, what’s doin’, Wo?"
He said, "Sit down, I got some bad news that’s gonna hurt."
He said, "I’m your best friend and you know that’s right,
But your young bride ain’t home tonight.
Since you been gone she’s been seein’ that aimless boy, Seth."
Well, he got mad ‘n’ he saw red.
And Andy said, "Boy, don’tcha lose your head,
‘Cause to tell ya the truth, I been with her myself."

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands.

Well, Andy got scared and left the bar
(And went) Walkin’ on home ’cause he didn’t live far.
(You) See, Andy didn’t have many friends and he’d just lost him one.
(And) Brother thought his wife must’a left town,
So he went home and finally found
The only thing Papa had left him, and that was a gun.
And he went off to Andy’s house,
Slippin’ through the backwoods quiet as a mouse–
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make.
He looked through the screen at the back-porch door,
And he saw Andy lyin’ on the floor
In a puddle of blood. And he started to shake.

Well, the Georgia Patrol was a’makin’ their rounds,
So he fired a shot just to flag ’em down,
And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said, "Why’d ya do it?"
And the judge said, "Guilty, " in a make-believe trial,
Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile,
And said, "Supper’s waitin’ at home and I gotta get to it."

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands.

Well, they hung my brother before I could say
That the tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy’s house, out back, that night were mine.
And his cheatin’ wife had never left town;
And that’s one body that’ll never be found!
See, little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun.

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
Oh-oh-aah
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.
Ah-huh-unh
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer

‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands.

If Winter stays, A black December
I´m on My Way, I’ll Look after you
I won’t let you down

If April showers, like tears fall down this
Love of ours
We’ll watch the clouds roll by
This time

(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
Not this time

Summer breeze with clear blue skies
Those wondrous days
How i remember… remember you
I won’t let you down

Best laid plans
Now your warm blood runs through my hands
And all I ask is why
Where was I

(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
Not this time

[Verse 1]
Why do I love you?
I didn’t mean to
Even let my feelings show
Why’d you let them hit the floor
Why did I trust you?
I didn’t mean to
Let your ego take control
But I won’t get emotional

[Chorus]
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ ooh
Not for you
Not for anyone
Ooh, sob
Not for you
Not for anyone
Not gon’ cry

[Verse 2]
Now I regret you
How did I let you
Let you play me like a fool
Can’t believe I didn’t know
Swear I resent you
Try to forget you
I’ll be better on my own
Time for you to hit the road

[Chorus]
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’
No, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ ooh
Sob
Not for you
Not for anyone
Ooh, sob
Not for you
Not for anyone
I ain’t gon’ cry
Ooh, not this time
I ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback

[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback