Estampie Real - John Sothcott & St. George's Canzona dir. John Sothcott

Real, real gone I got hit by a bow and arrow Got me down to the very marrow And I'm real, real gone Real, real gone I can't stand up by myself Don't you know I need your help And I'm real, real gone Some people say You can make it on your own Oh, you can make it if you try I know better now You can't stand up alone Oh, baby, that is why I'm real, real gone I can't stand up by myself Don't you know I need your help You're a friend of mine And I'm real, real gone And Sam Cooke is on the radio And the night is filled with space And your fingertips touch my face You're a friend of mine And I'm real, real gone I'm real gone Oh, Lord, I got hit by a bow and arrow Got me down to the very marrow You're a friend of mine And I'm real, real gone And I'm real, real gone I'm real gone Wilson Picket said "In the midnight hour, that's when my love comes tumbling down" Solomon Burke said "If you need me, why don't you call me" James Brown said "When you're tired of what you got, try me" Gene Chandler said "There's a rainbow in my soul"

Its Major Reaching out to every yute yeah From you know you represent the truth yeah Realness Every mean every lead yes Every trench every drain Light it up Represent dis one One ah di realest selection And if you are paper soldier Mi know mi nah go see you man Because Real know real bou yah Real know real bou yah So tell the artificial dem disappear like vapor Wi know seh dem a carbon paper Telling you again Real know real bou yah Real know real bou yah Mi represent fi every youth When represent the truth When mi si dem a go through salute Yow no meck no mistake know the real from the fake Yo cyaa use Viagra fi cure head ache Cyaa preach love if yo thought's full a hate Don't take no bend youth stay pon the straight A how inna life when mi stop an go check it Nuff people coming like jewels weh cosmetic Dem no real, when mi and mi family inspect it Wolf inna sheep clothe a step it Bout tell dem dis Real know real bou yah Real know real bou yah So tell the artificial dem disappear like vapor Wi know seh dem a carbon paper Telling you again Real know real bou yah Real know real bou yah Mi represent fi every youth When represent the truth When mi si dem a go through salute Mi si the plastic inna dem smile The counterfeit inna dem kyle The dolly inna dem child Cursene inna dem oil The copy weh dem copy When dem claim dem have original style A bare fertilizer inna dem soil Wagonist a get dash over Si seh dem no real, dem a wash over Waan teach yo fi steer when the crash over The fraud dem cut when yo cash over Real soldier sing dis Real know real bou yah Real know real bou yah So tell the artificial dem disappear like vapor Wi know seh dem a carbon paper Telling you again Real know real bou yah Real know real bou yah Mi represent fi every youth When represent the truth When mi si dem a go through salute So not because mi speak English Even if yo lingua a Spanish You wi understand if yo come across anyone That is real genuine So there is no where around Real know real and it's splendent Real eyes realize real eyes Real know real bou yah Real know real bou yah So tell the artificial dem disappear like vapor Wi know seh dem a carbon paper Telling you again Real know real bou yah Real know real bou yah

It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table, So sweet, cool and so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide world over Never find a sweeter man as me When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain The gang'll know I died standing pat Let her go, let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over Never find a sweeter man as me I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers Three pretty women to sing a song Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon Raise hell as I stroll along Let her go Let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide World over She'll never find a sweeter Man as me