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Big Black

But there is one voice that has never been heard before, The voice of old Mr. World himself, The way he might sound if he could speak to us in our own

Hear her calling, come to me Thought of her won't let me be Go to the valley, climb the hill Whatever it takes darling, you know I will Hey now darling

Well it's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine Count down the times I tried make you mine Cryin' out - Count down the times I tried to

Goin' upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I ain't seen no whiskey, woman make me sloppy Seen no whiskey, woman made me drunk Goin' back home, where I had

Run me down in the winter, run me down spring Got to the place, can't do a goddamn thing But after a while, you ain't gonna run me down anymore Run me

Said I want you here with me, darlin' I need you Can you see I got the yearnin' We've all day, I want your love, your special way I love, I love your

big head rest?" Now we listened to her favorite song, relaxed and laid back As I drove, her to Jersey on my big black Cadillac My big black Caddy, Caddy My big black

my angel And now she's gone for sure They say somebody else who couldn't save them self Big City lights don't shine for me no more Big city lights, big

Driving in my big black car Nothing can go wrong I'm going and I don't know how far So, so long Maybe I'll sleep in a Holiday Inn Nothing can hurt me