Tracy Chapman Born To Fight

They’re tryin’ to take away my pride

By stripping me of everyhing I own

They’re tryin’ to hurt me inside

And make me into a white man’s drone

But this one’s not for sale

And I was born to fight

I ain’t been knocked down yet

I was born to fight

I’m the surest bet

There ain’t no man no woman

No beast alive that can beat me

‘Cause I’m born to fight

They’re tryin’ to dig into my soul

And take away the spirit of my god

They’re tryin’ to take control

And monitor my every thought

I won’t let down my guard

And I was born to fight

I ain’t been knocked down yet

I was born to fight

I’m the surest bet

There ain’t no man no woman

No beast alive that can beat me

‘Cause I’m born to fight

Tracy Chapman In The Dark

Make me fumble

Make me fall

Make my heart stop and start

To tremble uncontrollably

Let my eyes see fear make desire

Keep those who long apart

Forbid the kiss

And leave us innocent

Of the things some do in the dark

The things some do in the dark

The things some do in the dark

Make me remember

Make me forget

Make my mind unable

To force the body to do its will

Let it be right for belief and denial

To share a space in the heart and leave us only to imagine

About the things some do in the dark

The things some do in the dark

The things some do in the dark

Make me pretend

Make me expect

Things can go and come to pass

Without trial or tribulation

Let this life space and time

Leave my body with permanent marks

Faded scars and lines

But not a single impression

Of the things some do in the dark

The things some do in the dark

The things some do in the dark

Let me be tempted

Let me be torn

But make my thoughts pure and not

Morally corrupt in form

Let us sleep tonight

Let innocence lie in our dreams and secret hearts

With burning desire

A need to know and do

The things some do in the dark

The things some do in the dark

The things some do in the dark

Tracy Chapman Across The Lines

Across the lines

Who would dare to go

Under the bridge

Over the tracks

That seperates whites from blacks

Choose sides

Or run for your life

Tonight the riots begin

On the back streets of America

They kill the dream of America

Little black girl gets assaulted

Ain’t no reason why

Newspaper prints the story

And racist tempers fly

Next day it starts a riot

Knives and guns are drawn

Two black boys get killed

One white boy goes blind

Little black girl gets assaulted

Don’t no one know her name

Lots of people hurt and angry

She’s the one to blame

Tracy Chapman Woman’s Work

Early in the morning she rises

The woman’s work is never done

And it’s not because she doesn’t try

She’s fighting a battle with no one on her side

She rises up in the morning

And she works ’til way past dusk

The woman better slow down

Or she’s gonna come down hard

Early in the morning she rises

The woman’s work is never done

Tracy Chapman Be Careful Of My Heart

You and your sweet smile

You and your tantalizing ways

You and your honey lips

You and all the sweet things that they say

You and your wild wild ways

One day you just up and walked away

You left me hurting

But I can forgive you for that now

You taught me something

Something took half my life to learn

When you give all yourself away

Just tell them to be careful of your heart

Be careful of my heart, heart

Be careful of this heart of mine

Be careful of my heart, heart

It just might break and send some splinters flying

Be careful of my heart, heart

Be careful

You you you

You you you

You you you

Took my love

Thought you took it all

You you you

You you you

You you you

Took my love

And now you’re gone

But I’m not breaking down

And I’m not falling apart

I just lost a little faith

When you broke my heart

Given a chance I might try it again

But I wouldn’t risk it all this time

I’d save

A little love for myself

Enough for my heart to mend

A little love for myself

One day I just might love again

One day some sweet smile might turn my head

One day I just might give all myself away

One day

One day

One day

Tracy Chapman Talkin’ Bout A Revolution

Don’t you know

They’re talkin’ ’bout a revolution

It sounds like a whisper

Don’t you know

They’re talkin’ about a revolution

It sounds like a whisper

While they’re standing in the welfare lines

Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation

Wasting time in the unemployment lines

Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don’t you know

Talkin’ ’bout a revolution

It sounds like a whisper

Poor people gonna rise up

And get their share

Poor people gonna rise up

And take what’s theirs

Don’t you know

You better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run

Oh I said you better

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run

‘Cause finally the tables are starting to turn

Talkin’ bout a revolution

Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn

Talkin’ bout a revolution, oh no

Talkin’ bout a revolution, oh

While they’re standing in the welfare lines

Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation

Wasting time in the unemployment lines

Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Tracy Chapman Sing For You

Sweet and high

At the break of dawn

A simple tune that you can hum along to

I remember

There was a time

When I used to sing for you

Knew all the words to the popular songs

With the radio on full volume

I remember

There was a time

When I used to sing for you

Forget the chorus

You’re the bridge

The words and music

To every day I’ve lived

There’s nothing that I wouldn’t give

For one more time

When I can sing for you

Soft and low

When the evening comes

Holding you sleeping in my arms

I remember

There was a time

When I used to sing for you

Tracy Chapman Almost

Almost got what I want

Almost found what I lost

Almost saved you and myself

Almost won but it doesn’t count

And never does

Never does

One green light

One more ring of the telephone

One more step

One more second

And I almost

Almost

Almost got what I want

Almost found what I lost

Almost saved you and myself

Almost won but it doesn’t count

And never does

Never does

One hello

Just one kiss before the tears come

One yes

One chance

And I almost

Almost almost almost

Almost got what I want

Almost found what I lost

Almost saved you and myself

Almost won but it doesn’t count

And never does

Never does

One day one year

5,000 weeks

A life of good works and good deeds

Let me be let me be closer

Or let me be

Let me be

Let me be

When I’ve almost got what I want

Almost found what I lost

Almost saved you and myself

Almost won but it doesn’t count

And never does

Never does

One good guess

A question with an answer that I know

One idea

One grand notion

And I almost

Almost almost almost

Almost got what I want

Almost found what I lost

Almost saved you and myself

Almost won but it doesn’t count

And never does

Never does

Never does

Never does

Tracy Chapman Hard Wired

Your wants desires

Needs and wishes

Will be duly noted

Processed filed and cataloged

Labeled and encoded

Turned into sitcom dialog

And advertising slogans

We’ve got a box to put in your brain

Hard wired for downloading

All the secrets and the mysteries

You’ve been selfishly withholding

The dreams and hopes

That once were yours

Will now be collected and dispersed

So the first to come with cash to spend

Will be the first one served

We’ve got a box to put in your brain

Hard wired for downloading

All the secrets and the mysteries

You’ve been selfishly withholding

Make you think you like to be watched

Displayed on the auction block

Invaded in your own home

Stripped naked on the television

Humiliated in front of millions

We’ve got a box to put in your brain

Hard wired for downloading

All the secrets and the mysteries

You’ve been selfishly withholding

We’ve got a box to put in your brain

We’ve got a box to put in your brain

We’ve got a box to put in your brain

We’ve got a box to put in your brain

Your wants desires

Needs and wishes

Will be duly noted

Tracy Chapman She’s Got Her Ticket

She’s got her ticket

I think she gonna use it

I think she going to fly away

No one should try and stop her

Persuade her with their power

She says that her mind is made

Up

Why not leave why not

Go away

Too much hatred

Corruption and greed

Give your life

And invariably they leave you with

Nothing

Young girl ain’t got no chances

No roots to keep her strong

She’s shed all pretenses

That someday she’ll belong

Some folks call her a runaway

A failure in the race

But she knows where her ticket takes her

She will find her place in the sun

And she’ll fly, fly, fly…