Why Baby Why â" Charley Pride Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby cry Well, I got a crow I wanna pick with you Just like last time when the feathers flew You're runnin' wild a-kickin' up your heels A-leavin' me home with a hand full of bills I can't live without you and you know it's true But there's no livin' with you so what'll I do I'm goin' honky tonkin', getting' tight as I can And maybe by then you'll 'preciate a good man Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You made me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby cry I can't live without you till the day that I die --- Instrumental --- Girl, now I don't know, but I've heard say That ever' little dog is a-gonna have his day You'd better pay attention, don't you dare forget 'Cause I'm just a little bitty puppy yet I caught you honky tonkin' with my best friend The thing to do was leave you, but I should'a left then Now I'm too old to leave you, but I still get sore When you come home a-feelin' for the knob on the door Well, tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby cry I live without you 'til the day that I die So tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby why... Tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby why...

Your suitcase is gone, with all of your things Our old picture frames are empty I burned all your letters, I took off your ring But what can I do with these memories Keeping me up 'til the dawn Hanging on like you're coming back But you ain't coming back So tell me why, baby, why, baby Why, baby, why won't you let me let go I try, baby, try, baby, try But your love just won't leave me alone I can't stop the hurt, numb the pain Cool the burn, kill the ache No matter how hard that I Cry, baby, cry Why, baby, why I close my eyes when I kiss his lips Praying this time I will see you I'm real good at lying to everyone else But I just can't lie to myself When the truth is a shadow that follows me Haunting me just like a ghost If you're just a ghost Tell me why, baby, why, baby Why, baby, why won't you let me let go I try, baby, try, baby, try But your love just won't leave me alone oh no I can't stop the hurt, numb the pain Cool the burn, kill the ache No matter how hard that I Cry, baby, cry Why, baby, why I saw your taillights fade into the dark And my head knows but there's no convincing my heart Why, baby, why, baby Why, baby, why won't you let me let go I try, baby, try, baby, try But your love just won't leave me alone I can't stop the hurt, numb the pain Cool the burn, kill the ache No matter how hard that I Cry, baby, cry You know that I cry Why, baby, why Why, baby, why

What do you mean god gave me two left feet? Shooting me glares from the passenger seat Come on baby we got all dressed up, won't you dance with me? Why baby why do you come with trouble? I'm trying to hide as not to be seen But I know you mean well, step on my feet, and come dance with me Come on, try to have a good time, there's a punch bowl but you brought red wine Come on baby show me what's a good time, why baby why? Why must you play me like I play the guitar? She made me jump into the reservoir And go running till we fade to black, Like the movies do Why baby why do you come with trouble? I'm trying to hide as not to be seen But I know you mean well, step on my feet, and come dance with me Come on, try to have a good time, there's a punch bowl but you brought red wine Come on baby show me what's a good time, why baby why? Come on, try to have a good time, there's a punch bowl but you brought red wine Come on baby show me what's a good time, why baby why? Oh-oh-oh-oh Come on baby show me what's a good time, why baby why?

Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby, why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die But tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby, why Well I got a crow I wanna pick with you Just like last time when the feathers flew You're runnin' wild a-kickin' up your heels A-leavin' me home with a hand full of bills I can't live without you and you know it's true But there's no livin' with you, so what'll I do I'm goin' honky tonkin', get as tight as I can And maybe by then you'll 'preciate a good man Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby, why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry No, I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die So tell me why baby, why baby, why baby, why Well, now I don't know, but I've heard say That ev'ry little dog is a-gonna have his day You'd better pay attention, don't you dare forget 'Cause I'm just a little bitty puppy yet Well, I caught you honky tonkin' with my best friend The thing to do was leave you, but I should'a left then Now I'm too old to leave you, but I still get sore When you come home a-feelin' for the knob on the door Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby, why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry Lord, I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die So tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby, why Tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby, why

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.)