High Priestess Of Soul

Rudy stevenson

I'm going back home where i was born
First i planned to stay but i can't live this way
I'm going back home where i was born

Try to understand i think this city's grand
But with all its charme give me the little country farm
I'm going back home where i was born

Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah now oh yeah
I tell you all about it i think you ought to know
Tell you all about it why i wanna go

I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer
I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air
Miss friendly faces and the country smiles
The crickets singing you can hear it for miles

Miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn
Yes it all happens where i was born
Miss the fried chicken colored greens
Miss the hot biscuits and the lima beans
Miss the prayer meeting where the people pray
With the drum beating till the break of day

You can have it you can have it
You can have it you can have it
You can have thy town i won't be around
This here life's too fast but 'll never never last

I'm going back home where i was born
I got to go home got to go home
Where the people are real people can feel
Got to go down got to go down
Leave here today on my way so long so long
Going back home going back home
Got to go home got to go home
Got to go home got to go home
Where i where i was born

Oscar brown jr, nat adderley

Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

I commited crime lord i needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?)
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord i sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Workin' and workin'
Been
Workin' and slavin'
An'
Workin' and workin'
But i still got so terribly far to go

Angelo badalamenti, john clifford

I hold no grudge
There's no resentment und'neath
I'll extend the laurel wreath and we'll be friends
But right there is where it ends

I hold no grudge
And i'll forgive you your mistake
But forgive me if i take it all to heart
And make sure that it doesn't start again

Yes i'm the kind of people
You can step on for a little while
But when i call it quits
Baby that's it
I'm the kind of people
You can hurt once in a while
But crawling just ain't my style

I hold no grudge
Deep inside me there's no regrets
But a gal who's been forgotten may forgive
But never once forget