Tekster:
Jones Tom Run On

Well you may run on for a long time Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down Go tell that long

Well you may run on for a long time Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down Go tell that long

Well you may run on for a long time Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down Go tell that long

down Brothers on the instant replay There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down Brothers on the instant replay There will be no pictures of Whitney Young Being run out of Harlem on

host of other welsh stars, including anthony hopkins and tom jones. lyrics taken from careful listening. I loved a man who's name was tom He's strong

I knock they woman down And leave my drawers at they house Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone Stankin' and swinging on niggas like I was Roy Jones

your hat on Well, you can leave your hat on Leave it on, leave it on, Leave it on, leave it on, Leave it on, leave it on, Leave it on, You can leave

a tambourine so well Grandma's hands Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Baby, don't you run so fast" "Might fall on a piece of glass" "Might be snakes

hand that once held mine so tight My fingers touch the pillow where you once layed your head And I run my hand down the cold cold sheets on your side