The Race Is On - George Jones

I feel tears welling up cold Deep inside like my heart's sprung a big break And a stab of loneliness sharp as paper, all that I can take You might have thought that I'll be taking it hard since you broke it off with a call But don't you wager, I'ma hide my sorrow Might break right down and bawl Now the race is on And here comes pride up the back stretch Heartaches cut through my inside My tears are holding back, trying not to fall My heart's out of the runnin' Two loves scratching for another's sake Now the race is on and it's looking like heartache And the winner gonna lose it all One day, I wagered in love Never once suspecting what the final result would be And I lived in fear waking up each morning Finding that you're gone from me There's an aching pain in my heart for the days For the one that I hated to face Somebody new came up to win her And I ended up in second place Now the race is on And here comes pride up the back stretch Heartaches cut through my inside My tears are holding back, trying not to fall My heart's out of the runnin' Two loves scratching for another's sake Now the race is on And it's looking like heartache And the winner gonna lose it all

I feel tears welling up from down deep inside, Like my heart's got a big break And a stab of loneliness sharp and painful that I may never shake. You might think that I'm taking it hard since you broke me off with a call, You might wager that I'll hide in sorrow and I might lay right down and bawl. Now the race is on and here comes pride up the back stretch, Heartaches a goin' to the inside, my tears are holding back, tryin' not to fall. My heart's out of the running, true love scratched for another's sake, The race is on and it looks like heartaches, and the winner loses all. One day I ventured in love never once suspecting What the final result would be. Now I live in fear of waking up each morning, And finding that you're gone from me. There's an aching pain in my heart for the name of the one that I hated to face, Someone else came out to win her, and I came out in second place.

Baby I've tried for you But this heart's not bullet proof It's like you live with all your guns against me You shoot love down you push my heart around And I'm taking no more Of your faking no more Bang bang You shot my heart Bang bang Blown it apart Bang bang You blew my love away hey hey hey Bang bang You fire on me Your hurt and jealousy Bang bang You've blown our love away hey hey hey You shoot love down you push my heart around But I'm taking no more Of your faking no more Bang bang... Bang bang...

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)