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• Artiste: Mipso
• Titre: A Couple Acres Greener
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I've never been so hungry, Seems like twenty-two years I've been looking for a fight Never stayed in school for long, Couldn't keep my patience on Never had the motivation quite to get my timimg right I want my story to begin There's a time to save up and a time to spend I'm too young for the past tense All this worrying about what might have been. Should have been a preacher man, Let the good book show me where to stand In this earthly half-way home Should have been a farmin' man, Teach my boy to plow the land Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I go. I've never been so thirsty to get my soul right But like a summer bug, I've been burned by the blinding light Never stayed in church for long, pop'lar peo'les 'n white folks songs Sunday morning was never as real as Fiday Night. I want to celebrate my sins There's a time to save up and a time to spend I'm too young for the past tense All this worrying about what might have been. Should have been a preacher man, Let the good book show me where to stand In this earthly half-way home Should have been a farmin' man, Teach my boy to plow the land Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I go Some day they'll write my name upon a stone And I won't be there to see it. Up on Calv'ry calling me I know they'll say... Should have been a preacher man, Let the good book show me where to stand In this earthly half-way home Should have been a farmin' man, Teach my boy to plow the land Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I go Should have been a preacher man, Let the good book show me where to stand In this earthly half-way home Should have been a farmin' man, Teach my boy to plow the land Leave this wicked winter just a couple acres greener when I go