I had a man
who's good and kind in his way
Yeah I had a man
sweet and kind in his way
Lord, he died and he left me
and I sing the blues
on every decoration day
Lord I was standing
standing 'round my baby's bed
Well, my Lord
my lord he take my baby away
Why, why, why, why
when your soul don't come back
Lord, I hung my head and cried
Said, now baby
please please don't worry
Said, now baby
please please don't worry
'cause everybody's gotta go
Why, why, why, why
The best man, God knows
I ever had
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All day, that Sunday
I just hung my head and cried
So sad, that Sunday
When my Lord he take my baby
Why, why, why, why
I need my baby
on some old lonesome day
and I sing the blues
on every decoration day
on every decoration day
my niggas
just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood
bang yo' head
'til you break yo' motherfuckin
neck for me!
Just let me give
you real street shit
to rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat
we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up
and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!