I Need A Reason To Get Up /before I Wash My Face
The Junkies The Hookers The Dealers The Place
Kickin' Off My Covers / Trippin' Off The Fact
That I Haven't Called My Gramma In A Long Long Time
Standin In The Shower/ For Almost Half An Hour
Tryin' To Wake Up/ And I'm Lookin For The Power
Reachin' For The Towel/ With Soap In My Eyes
Dryin' Off My Shoulders / My Chest And My Thighs
The Next Thing I Know/ The Telephone Rings
I Hear My Own Voice /on The Answering Machine
Please Leave A Message/ I'm Glad Ya Called
I Listen For A Voice /but There's Nothin' At All
Man Oh Man
I Gotta Kick The Blues
And Pay Respect Where Respect Is Due
All Praises To GOD The One I Return To
The One I Can Turn To
When I'm Feelin Burned To The Bone

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Early In The Morn/ Before I Wash My Face
The Bed Is Still Warm But There's An Empty Space
Easrly In The Morn/ Before I Wash My Face
A Hundred Thousand Miles Is A Lonely Place

At Six In The Morning /she Rolled Outa Bed
Stared Out The Window/ And Then She Said
That I Wasn't Her Type...
I Think She's Runnin Outa Types Though...and I Told Her So.
She Picked Up Her Things And Walked Through The Door
And Then Said That She Couldn't See Me No More
Just As She Was Leaving /I Asked Her If She'd Call
She Didn't Look Back / Said Nuttin At All
I Didn't Change My Clothes/ Because They Smell Like You
And When I Took A Shower It Reminded Me Of You
I Called Gramma Brown/for Advice
It Happened To Me Once/it Happened To Me Twice
Michael/ My Son/ You Sound Really Bugged
I Wish That You Were Here /so I Could To You Give
A Hug Then She Gave Me/ A Long, Long Talk
She Said "you Have The Patience /of Ice On A Sidewalk"
When Things Get Rough/ Don't Sweat It
Sometimes In Life You Just Have To Let It
And Sing Out A Song / So Strong
That Even A Bad Dream Couldn't Bring Harm
To The Mind Of A Young Childs Battles
Formed From The Candle Light Shadows
Her Voice Is Like A Whispering Kiss On The Forehead

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Early In The Morn/ Before I Wash My Face
The Bedisstill Warmbut There's An Empty Space
Early In The Mornin/beforeIwashmy Face
A Hundred Thousand Miles Is A Lonely Place

In The Last Thirty Minutes/before I Fall Asleep
When I Have Said My Prayers /and I Have Brushed My Teeth
This Is The Time /when I Am Forced To Think About
All Of The Things/ I Been Tryin To Forget About
The Bills, The Phone, Cleanin Up My Room
The Cars, The Traffic, The Speakers And The Boom
Alone I Remember /the Times With Me And You
And I Realize My Heart Is Shakin' Up The Room
Gramma She Would Tell Us /about The Glory Days
And Gramma She Would Tell Us/ About When We Were Slaves
In The Livin' Room/ Pianos Outa Tune
On Top Of It The Pictures /of Every Bride And Groom
Child/ Grand Child /lost Child
Every Single Tear Shed / Every Single Smile
'cause Everybodies Got/ Alota Shit To Deal With
And Life Doesn't Stop/ It Just Makes Ya Feel It
So Shake The Dust/ Offa Your Feet
Take A Step Forward/ Liberate With The Beat
So For You/ I Wrote This Song
I Wanted You To Hear It/ Before You Are Gone.
The African In Me/ The Seminole In Me
These Are Some A Things My Grandmother Gave
To Me Some Believe There Are And Some Believe There
Ain't If Ever There Was One My Gramma Brown She Is A Saint

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Early In The Morn/ Before I Wash My Face
The Bed Isstill Warmbut There'san Empty Space
Earlyin Themornin/ Before I Wash My Face
A Hundred Thousand Miles Is A Lonely Place