There's a wildwood in the pines where the family used to gather. There's a little shady grove where they built a country church. They was singing in the
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world below Yet there's no sickness, no toil, no danger In that bright land to which I
[buckshot] Buckshot rip the body apart Come through wit the lyrical art, follow the spark I'mma leave the blind thru the dark Gather up the ganja come
her eye Masked by the smoke that's floatin' on high Seizin' the road, reaches the sky Like a falcon, she just wants to fly Dark clouds gather on the
stranger While traveling through this world below There is no sickness, toil, no danger In that bright world to which I go I know dark clouds will gather
Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga Check out my gravel pit A mystery unravelin' Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel
Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
sooner that it flows, hoes try to keep me down the ladder, but I'd rather keep climbin to make my pockets fatter, an as they huddle an gather, to come
a bullet the speed of light, into infinite time I noticed a wake, the face was mine Where was I? I wanted to take a break at the next gathering Made
Woody Guthrie It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road. Out of your dust bowls and westward
I stare at fading visions now much fainter than before Of the faces gathered round me and the clock upon my wall My loved-ones stand in mourning but the
each tender muscle rippling in the almighty stench of the great dimentional diety... Lucifer smiles, from the far far west a chariot of fire emerges travelling
and muscle ripping in an almighty stance of the great dimensional deify [LUCIFER SMILES] From the far far west a chariot of fire emerges traveling at
them You and you Those who spin as glass On this iron ship Into their own hands cast Oh it is this sad news That has traveled so fast All these tears Gather
father, he traveled from far away to walk the path 'til he finds that name He reaches his hand up and traces each letter The tears they fall as his memories gather
(Brian Ahern) I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling thru this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world to
?m blaming everybody else and no one?s coming clean O Lord, can You see my thick skin wearing thin ? And the demons of a lesser me are beckoning me in Those who gathered
If your travels ever take you to sea Well, then I'd say to you to dip in your feet And if you battle the wind along the way Well, then I'd tell you to