Artist : TRISHA YEARWOOD
Album : Jasper County

Well, this is what happens when you fall for a pistol...
No, no, I don't mean no gun.
Talkin' 'bout a man with bells and whistles...
The kind that keeps your heart on the run.

I met that cat in a two-bit juke-joint...
Took my money in a game of pool.
Next thing I knew, I was sittin' 'hind the eight ball,
Playin' my heart, breakin' all the rules.
Throw your rope around the runaway freight train,
You know it's gonna drag you down the track.
You dust your britches off, an' tell yourself you're insane,
But every time you love a man like that...

You get lost; you get lonely.
You get calls from the police.
Tell your Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well you wanted trouble?
Now you got a fistful.
That's what happens when you fall for a pistol.
Ah ha.

[Instrumental break]

Well, you'd think by now I'd a-learned my lesson.
But I keep makin' them same mistakes.
There must be some clue I keep missin'...
How many times can a good heart break?
Well, I keep fallin' for all them bad boys...
Poor or rich as dirt.
Lots of fun, and I ain't jokin',
But every time I think I won't get hurt...

I get lost; I get lonely.
I get calls from the police.
Tell my Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well, I wanted trouble?
Now I got a fistful.
That's what happens when you fall for a pistol.

[Instrumental break]

Well, you get lost; you get lonely.
You get calls from the police.
Tell your Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well you wanted trouble, now you got a fistful.
Well, that's what happens when you fall for a pistol.
Well, that's what happens when you fall for a pistol, girl.

Sort of men'd give you a headache, now.
Oh, you'd better get on home.

[To fade]

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Artist : TRISHA YEARWOOD
Album : Jasper County

I blew out all my plans.
The world fell in my hands,
The day that I began,
Tryin' to love you.

The secrets I have kept;
The nights I haven't slept.
I've laughed until I've wept,
Tryin' to love you.

Tryin' to love you...
No one's come as close or gone so far, (Tryin' to love you.)
I've lost and found myself in who you are. (Tryin' to love you.)
So easy and so hard tryin' to love you.

I've watched myself get stuck,
I squandered all my luck.
I've almost given up,
Tryin' to love you.

Tryin' to love you,
Broke my heart; it's chipped away my pride. (Tryin' to love you.)
Every time, I'd see that fault line slide. (Tryin' to love you.)
I've crossed the great divide tryin' to love you.

[Instrumental break]

Tryin' to love you,
I've screamed your name, I've slammed a thousand doors. (Tryin' to love you.)
An' I've worn a million miles across the floor. (Tryin' to love you.)
Still I could not ignore tryin' to love you.

It's pulled the best from me,
For all the world to see.
I guess I'll always be,
Tryin' to love you.
Mm, mmm, mm, mm.

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Artist : TRISHA YEARWOOD
Album : Jasper County

I told myself I'd stay away...
I got no business 'round here today.
You're so not good for me, and everybody knows,
The way you break my heart again and again.
But before I know, I'm too close
One sweet look...

And then you pull me under,
With a touch that's like no other.
I'm drifting, drowning...
There's nothin' I can do but fall into the river of you.

Well, I thought I saw love's reflection,
Just to feel your cold rejection.
Every tear adds to the water that I keep swimmin' in.
Even I know, I'm a fool; a reckless fool for you.
'Cause I keep comin' 'round here,
Like I got nothin' to lose.

An' you pull me under,
With a touch that's like no other.
I'm drifting, drowning...
There's nothin' I can do but fall into the river of you.

[Instrumental break]

Well, you pull me under,
With a touch that's like no other.
I'm drifting, drowning...
There's nothin' I can do but fall into the river of you.

You pull me under,
With a touch that's like no other.
I'm drifting, drowning...
There's nothin' I can do but fall into the river of you.

Yeah, I fall into the river of you.

Well, you pull me under,
Fall into the river.
You pull me under.

[To fade]

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Artist : TRISHA YEARWOOD
Album : Jasper County

You got me walkin' a tightrope across a lover's sky.
An' now I'm feelin' the wind blow... I've never been so high.
Promise me the moon, I'm reachin' for the stars.
I need a hand to hold...
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go.

Fin'lly found me a rainbow that I can hold on to.
A little taste of Heaven... pot of gold is you.
Sittin' up on cloud nine with an Angel's view.
But it's a long way down...
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go.
Don't let go.

Baby, you make me feel safe enough to fly.
Hold me forever and ever... never say goodbye.

We're gonna plant our dreams, (Ah, ha, ha.)
In the sacred ground.
Gonna watch love grow when the rain comes down. (Down.)
Gonna say a prayer for the strength we need.
Put your hand to the plow,
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go.
Don't let go.

[Instrumental break]

(Oooh, ooh, ooh.)
(Oooh, ooh, ooh.)

Baby don't you let go. (Baby don't you let go.)
Baby don't you let go. (Baby don't you let go now.)
Baby don't you let go. (Baby don't you let go.)
Baby don't you let go. (Baby don't you let go now.)
Baby don't you let go. (Baby don't you let go.)
Baby don't you let go now. (Baby don't you let go now.)
Baby don't you let go. (Baby don't you let go.)
Baby don't you let go.

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Artist : TRISHA YEARWOOD
Album : Jasper County

Mother said: "Stand up straight.
"Don't let your classmates make,
"You feel like you don't belong.
"So not like the rest of them,
"Someday, the best of them,
"Will realize they were wrong."
But in my world, different, an' then lonely
The last place I wanted to be...

Was standing out in a crowd,
Where the spotlight finds you and singles you out.
What are they whisperin' about?
You're thinkin' up ways to take up less space...
I can't see the grace in it...
Standin' out in a crowd. (Standing out.)

Too short, too tall;
Flower against the wall...
The last one chosen to play.
Too smart, too dumb,
Too strange a place to be from...
Same shoes every day.
With all these ways to be different,
Then maybe that's how you fit in.

By standing out in the crowd,
Where the spotlight finds you and singles you out.
What are they whisperin' about?
You're thinkin' up ways to take up less space...
Instead of embracing it...
Standin' out in a crowd. (Standing out.)

It's funny how now,
It's not such a bad place to be.
Standing out in a crowd. (Standing out in a crowd.)
Standing out in a crowd.

Standing out in a crowd, (Standing out.)
Where the spotlight finds you and singles you out.
What are they whisperin' about?
You're thinkin' up ways to take up less space...
There's no escapin' it...
Standin' out in a crowd. (Standing out.)
Standin' out in a crowd. (Standing out.)

(Standin' out.)

[To fade]

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Artist : TRISHA YEARWOOD
Album : Jasper County

Barefoot in the bed of your truck,
On a blanket lookin' up.
Half a moon peekin' down at us,
From underneath the clouds.
Teenage kids sneakin' out again...
I heard the thunder rollin' in.
We were fallin' the moment when,
It all came pourin' down.

The Georgia rain on the Jasper county clay,
Couldn't wash away what I felt for you that day.
Just you an' me down an ol' dirt road...
Nothin' in our way except for the Georgia rain.

The cotton fields remember when,
Flash of lightnin' drove us in.
We were soaked down to the skin,
By the time we climbed inside.
An' I don't remember what was poundin' more...
The heart in my chest or the hood of that Ford.
As the sky fell in an' the storm clouds poured,
Worlds away outside.

The Georgia rain on the Jasper county clay,
Couldn't wash away all the love we made.
Just you an' me down that ol' dirt road...
No one saw a thing except for the Georgia rain.

Screen door flappin' in the wind...
Same ol' house I grew up in.
I can't believe I'm back again,
After all these years away.
You fixed your Daddy's house up nice...
I saw it yesterday when I drove by.
Looks like you've made yourself a real good life...
What else can I say?

The Georgia rain on the Jasper county clay,
Couldn't wash away the way I loved you to this day.
The old dirt road's paved over now,
Nothin' here's the same except for the Georgia rain.

Couldn't wash away.

[To fade]

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Artist : TRISHA YEARWOOD
Album : Jasper County

Summer breeze easin' back the curtains in my bedroom.
Ceilin' fan stirrin' up the heat of the afternoon.
I'm puttin' on my lipstick, my ruby red lipstick...
Nice an' thick, baby.

It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin';
It ain't the catchin', it's the fishin'.
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet love, baby.
Sweet love.

Cotton sheets out there on the line, swingin' to and fro.
Clawford tub drip, drip, drip, ah, honey, nice an' slow.
I'm puttin' on my new dress,
My pretty new blue, blue dress, oh yes!

It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin';
It ain't the catchin', it's the fishin'.
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet love, darlin'.
Sweet love.

Let's get your whispers, honey, tangled up with mine.
Hurry on over an' just take your sweet, sweet time.
Oooh.

[Instrumental break]

(Take your time, baby.)

It ain't the catchin', it's the reachin';
It ain't the Heaven, it's the preachin'.
Anticipation got me waitin'.

It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin';
It ain't the catchin', baby, it's the fishin'.
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet love, baby. (Sweet, sweet love.)
Sweet love.

Sweet love, darlin'.
Mmm, mmm, mm.

Summer breeze, straight through my cotton sheets.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, sweet.
Oh, you can leave your hat on baby.
Sweet, love. (Sweet, sweet love.)

[To fade]

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Artist : TRISHA YEARWOOD
Album : Jasper County

You don't think you can find true love again... won't you try me?
There's somebody somewhere that you can't forget, so you're not free.
But I don't believe you believe you can ever get by me.
Maybe I could undo all the hurt you've been through...
Try me, try me, try me.

You've got no right to deny a fight till you try me.
Could be all wrong but it could be all right so why don't we?
You need a way to forget yesterday... well that's easy.
If a little heartache is what you need to shake,
Try me, try me, try me.

C'mon now, you got nothin' to lose.
A lifetime of loneliness... what does that prove?
When you count up the odds, there's still no guarantee...
Try me, try me, try me.

When you go to sleep an' you can't find a dream, won't you try me?
A place where you can whisper the secrets you keep... that's what I'll be.
And when you've given up an' there's no one to trust, come and find me.
Then maybe you could leave lonely for good.
Try me, try me, try me.
Try me, try me, try me.

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Artist : TUPAC
Album : Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

PAC'S THEME
[Statements variously said throughout song.]

I was raised in this society so there's no way
you can expect me to be a perfect person cuz I'm a do what I'm a do.
(I am still thirsty) - Arrested Development
(There is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published.
It has no place in our society.) - Dan Quayle
(They gotta understand me)
(Withdraw on this record) - Dan Quayle
That's how I feel I'm a do whatever I like. I am not a role model

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Artist : TUPAC
Album : Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

"You could get the finger.. the middle!" [1]
"Come and get some!" [2]

[2Pac]
Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger
[1] [2]

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
[1] [2] Niggaz love to point the finga
Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
[1] [2]

[2Pac]
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this:
wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day
them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin major paid
But when I get my check they takin tax out
So, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks out
Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich
Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit
As far as jealousy, bein a celebrity
No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me
And the media is greedier than most
You could sell em your soul or they'll be on ya til a niggaz ghost
And everyday I read the paper there's another lie
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy
Now how's that for the life of a big shot
A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot
I play them nuttin ass marks in the park
for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark
Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep:
only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
[1] [2]

[2Pac]
As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies
Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef
Take your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleep
It's gettin hectic, niggaz run, quick
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
All you niggaz on the block tryin to test me
Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame
I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep
I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine
Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines
And bustaz can't get none, hell no
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw
I came up from the amateurs to pro hits
at 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer
of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
One two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
I bring skills and I build, kill at will
Smoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me?
I say one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up
Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks
Scream one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
I can't give up, it's a black thang
And I ain't goin back to the crack game
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Bitches, let em point the finga
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Snitches, let em point the finga
Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
I guess nobody loves a rap singer
That's why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Chorus 3/4]

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