Tyrone
by John McLaird


That's Tyrone who's on the phone
the jury says he's coming home
They just found out that he ain't black
so they thought the better send him back
Tyrone is still on the phone
the jury says he's coming home
They just found out that he ain't poor
so they thought they better send him back for more

It's not the White house
It's the black house
It's not a small house
It's the big house

I mean all he did was sell some rocks
the Warden hides his in his socks.

It's not the White house
It's the black house
It's not a small house
It's the big house



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