Aceyalone - Solomon Jones lyrics
[Aceyalone - Solomon Jones lyrics]
A bunch of wild boys was hangin
Around at the local neighborhood saloon
And some cat kept droppin quarters down in
The jukebox playin all the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playin cars lookin
Hard was big bad Solomon Jones
And watchin over his luck was the love of his
Life his lady that was known as Simone
Went out of the night which was dark and
Cold into the smoke-filled dimly lit room
Stumbled into thug who-a smelled like bud and
His eyes looked high as the moon
He looked like a man with his foot in the
Grave and his lifetime 'bout to be out
Yet he slapped down some hundred
Dollar bills on the bar
And he yelled out "Drinks on the house"
Now nobody could place where this
Dude was from but
We knew that he was far from home
But we drank to his health
And the last to drink
Was big bad Solomon Jones
Now there's some G's who
Just run the streets
And they live life in and out of jail
And such was he, that kind of OG
That looked like he been through hell
With his hair in cornrows, a mean mug grill
Like a dog whose day is done
He lit up the green stuff in his cigar
And he took hit's one by one
Now I got to thinkin who this cat could be
And what the hell is goin on
Yeller turned around and who
Was starin at him
The lady that was known as Simone
In the white t-shirt all stained with dirt
He was tryin not to be rude
But he was tryin to find another good song on
The jukebox so he could just set the mood
Have you ever been out in the city streets
Where the game they play is so clear
Where the police and gangsters
Control the block
And gunshots is all that you hear?
When the only sound are the drums of war
And you left out in the cold
A half-dead man in a half-dead world
On a yellow brick road to gold
Then all of a sudden the music changed
And everyone just held their pulse
But it felt like your life
Had been robbed from you
And everything that you held close
That someone had stolen the woman you loved
And that her love was a devil's lie
That your heart was gone
And the best thing that you could
Do was crawl away and die
It's the painful cry of a man's despair
Deep down in his bones
I guess misery enjoys company
Said big bad Solomon Jones
Then the stranger turned
And his eyes had burned in
A most peculiar way
And the white t-shirt that
Was stained in dirt
He sat down to watch it sway
Then his mouth had frowned up
In this kind of grin
And he spoke in a voice so clear
"Boy you don't know who I am
And I know that you just don't care
Now I'mma say these words cause
These words are true
And when I'm done here I'll be gone
But one of you boys is a sheisty
Dog and his name is Solomon Jones"
Then I ducked my head and
The lights went out
And two guns blazed in the dark
Then a woman screamed, and
The lights came on
And the two men laid stiff as starch
With a bullet in his head and pumped full
Of lead was big bad Solomon Jones
While the thug from the street
Who was holdin his heat
And holdin on to that lady named Simone
Around at the local neighborhood saloon
And some cat kept droppin quarters down in
The jukebox playin all the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playin cars lookin
Hard was big bad Solomon Jones
And watchin over his luck was the love of his
Life his lady that was known as Simone
Went out of the night which was dark and
Cold into the smoke-filled dimly lit room
Stumbled into thug who-a smelled like bud and
His eyes looked high as the moon
He looked like a man with his foot in the
Grave and his lifetime 'bout to be out
Yet he slapped down some hundred
Dollar bills on the bar
And he yelled out "Drinks on the house"
Now nobody could place where this
Dude was from but
We knew that he was far from home
But we drank to his health
And the last to drink
Was big bad Solomon Jones
Now there's some G's who
Just run the streets
And they live life in and out of jail
And such was he, that kind of OG
That looked like he been through hell
With his hair in cornrows, a mean mug grill
Like a dog whose day is done
He lit up the green stuff in his cigar
And he took hit's one by one
Now I got to thinkin who this cat could be
And what the hell is goin on
Yeller turned around and who
Was starin at him
The lady that was known as Simone
In the white t-shirt all stained with dirt
He was tryin not to be rude
But he was tryin to find another good song on
The jukebox so he could just set the mood
Have you ever been out in the city streets
Where the game they play is so clear
Where the police and gangsters
Control the block
And gunshots is all that you hear?
When the only sound are the drums of war
And you left out in the cold
A half-dead man in a half-dead world
On a yellow brick road to gold
Then all of a sudden the music changed
And everyone just held their pulse
But it felt like your life
Had been robbed from you
And everything that you held close
That someone had stolen the woman you loved
And that her love was a devil's lie
That your heart was gone
And the best thing that you could
Do was crawl away and die
It's the painful cry of a man's despair
Deep down in his bones
I guess misery enjoys company
Said big bad Solomon Jones
Then the stranger turned
And his eyes had burned in
A most peculiar way
And the white t-shirt that
Was stained in dirt
He sat down to watch it sway
Then his mouth had frowned up
In this kind of grin
And he spoke in a voice so clear
"Boy you don't know who I am
And I know that you just don't care
Now I'mma say these words cause
These words are true
And when I'm done here I'll be gone
But one of you boys is a sheisty
Dog and his name is Solomon Jones"
Then I ducked my head and
The lights went out
And two guns blazed in the dark
Then a woman screamed, and
The lights came on
And the two men laid stiff as starch
With a bullet in his head and pumped full
Of lead was big bad Solomon Jones
While the thug from the street
Who was holdin his heat
And holdin on to that lady named Simone