The story of a dying man looking back on his life and the judgement to come:
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Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got
Seen better times, but who has not?
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His gains are from unworthy past exploits, dishonest living, he has reaped the price for bad living, his time is running out.
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Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
When I come knocking don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home
If you don't like me, you can leave me alone
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He claims he is like everyone else trying to get ahead, they are no better than him, he is no worse than them - He warns us, when he reaches out to us with his lies, beware to not get involved with him, he is bad news, you will regret it, stay away, leave him alone (the boll weevil causes the cotton to rot)
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I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
And charm the whistle off an evening train
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This is a warning - He is a very charismatic character, a con-man extraordinaire, a charmer of the highest degree - beware
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I give what I got until I got no more
I take what I get until I even the score
You know I love you and furthermore
When it's time to go you got an open door
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He gives the appearance of being a generous person, a giving person, but in the pretense of love he will take from you til he feels satisfied, when he has taken from you what he can, he will show you the door
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I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain (come on)
You give something up for everything you gain (come on)
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain (come on)
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
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As a consummate con-man he can read you, he can see your desires and knows exactly how to play you, when you realize how you have been used, scammed & robbed, he reminds you it was by your choice, you bought the ticket, you take the ride
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One of these days and it won't be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
I will sing it loud and sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
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His time is about up, he is dying soon, he will be in the valley (of death) where his life will be in full view, he asks no forgiveness, he loudly proclaims all he has done, and he will be judged by his past (echo) whether it was right or wrong
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Silvio, silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold (come on)
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know (come on)
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All his gains, silver & gold, will not buy another minute of life, he faces his final fate, the same fate we all face, he will soon know what only dead men know, the final judgement
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The story of a dying man looking back on his life and the judgement to come:
.
Stake my future on a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast Ain't complaining 'bout what I got Seen better times, but who has not? .
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His gains are from unworthy past exploits, dishonest living, he has reaped the price for bad living, his time is running out.
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Honest as the next jade rolling that stone When I come knocking don't throw me no bone I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home If you don't like me, you can leave me alone .
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He claims he is like everyone else trying to get ahead, they are no better than him, he is no worse than them - He warns us, when he reaches out to us with his lies, beware to not get involved with him, he is bad news, you will regret it, stay away, leave him alone (the boll weevil causes the cotton to rot) .
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I can snap my fingers and require the rain From a clear blue sky and turn it off again I can stroke your body and relieve your pain And charm the whistle off an evening train
. .
This is a warning - He is a very charismatic character, a con-man extraordinaire, a charmer of the highest degree - beware
.
I give what I got until I got no more I take what I get until I even the score You know I love you and furthermore When it's time to go you got an open door
.
He gives the appearance of being a generous person, a giving person, but in the pretense of love he will take from you til he feels satisfied, when he has taken from you what he can, he will show you the door
.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain (come on) You give something up for everything you gain (come on) Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain (come on) Pay for your ticket and don't complain
.
As a consummate con-man he can read you, he can see your desires and knows exactly how to play you, when you realize how you have been used, scammed & robbed, he reminds you it was by your choice, you bought the ticket, you take the ride
.
One of these days and it won't be long Going down in the valley and sing my song I will sing it loud and sing it strong Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
.
His time is about up, he is dying soon, he will be in the valley (of death) where his life will be in full view, he asks no forgiveness, he loudly proclaims all he has done, and he will be judged by his past (echo) whether it was right or wrong
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Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold (come on) Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know (come on)
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All his gains, silver & gold, will not buy another minute of life, he faces his final fate, the same fate we all face, he will soon know what only dead men know, the final judgement .
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