I was born on the wrong side of the city. Desperation in my mothers eyes. Factory whistle wake me every morning. At night the sirens sang my lullaby. .
I've called from every run down phone booth in Atlanta, Georgia. Tryin' to find someone to tell me where you'd gone. I begged and pleaded with your mama, 'til she gave me this number.
Just a skinny little Mississippi railroad man. That loved to sing and play. He brought his music from the cotton fields. To the the Hillbilly Hall of Fame.
First time I saw you girl you lit up the room. How was I supposed to know. Beyond the way that your smile caught my eye. You had something deeper to show.
wait a while. maybe next week things will change. another dollar to my name. . wait a while. maybe next week i'll finally. get all my bills paid. . with another day another mile.
I know how the good wind blows and it gives me my time. Don't let them drag your hatred off the line. I know how the anger goes so I bury mine. You know they had me working overtime.
Verse 1: Brother Marquis. The Surgeon General says wear a condom. . But you can catch AIDS nowadays from slobbin',. Gynecology, and urology. Take extreme measure for sexual pleasure.