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

 (chorus)
 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