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Independence Day Eve
03:53
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Can’t find nobody to cast a stone
When you’re living in the city of broken bones
Can’t live your last day tucked away in a shell
You won’t be alone when you get to hell
There’s a bomb coming out of the sky and everybody knows
But the highway’s shut down and ain’t no place to go
There’s a party in the streets before we bleed
Everything’s free on Independence Day Eve
It don’t matter you’re a saint, a lover, or a liar
When you’re watching your city burning up in the fire
Faces flashing in the night, who could that be?
Voices churning in my head like a holy choir
There’s a bomb coming out of the sky and everybody knows
But the highway’s shut down and ain’t no place to go
There’s a party in the streets before we bleed
Everything’s free on Independence Day Eve
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Coast of Mexico
04:13
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Well I’m heading south on highway 25
And I’m going just as fast as I can drive
Adios to the USA
I’ll see you again someday
But tonight I’ve got a better place to be
Yeah tonight I’ll be staying on the coast of Mexico
In a little tent out on the beach down as far as I can go
With a button of peyote or a little bit of Mexican snow
Oh Mexico
Dame más mezcal, I got things I wanna see
And I’m stuck here now, because I threw away my keys
So come on señorita
Come on and baile conmigo
Cuz tonight I ain’t going anywhere
Yeah tonight I’ll be staying on the coast of Mexico
In a little tent out on the beach down as far as I can go
With a button of peyote or a little bit of Mexican snow
Oh Mexico
Yeah I’m running down that devil
From the valley to sea level
And tonight she’ll be staying here with me
Yeah tonight I’ll be staying on the coast of Mexico
In a little tent out on the beach down as far as I can go
With a button of peyote or a little bit of Mexican snow
Oh Mexico
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Paid My Dues
02:30
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I’m going down to Georgia, the place my folks call home
Then onto Carolina, the place where I was born
Good morning Music City, I’ve got a song for you
Good God Almighty Lord I’ve paid my dues
Good God I’ve paid my dues from Mississippi onto Alabama
From Louisiana onto Texarkana
I’m getting a little too good, Lord, at singing these old blues
Good God Almighty Lord I’ve paid my dues
That Motel 6 in Austin has really gone downhill
But not as bad as my back seat, where I stayed in Amarillo
Not much further to California, just a couple one night stands
Till I’m wrapped up in my baby’s arms again
Good God I’ve paid my dues from Albuquerque onto Arizona
From Boulder City up to Idaho
I’m getting a little too good, Lord, at singing these old blues
Good God Almighty Lord I’ve paid my dues
Good God I’ve paid my dues from Ensenada up to Washington
Hell, I ain’t saying I ain’t had some fun
But I’m getting a little too good, Lord, at singing these old blues
Good God Almighty Lord I’ve paid my dues
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After the Rain
02:56
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Rain on me, you stormy sky
Wash my sins away
Let the thunder roll, let the lightning strike
Until I’m clean again
Moon shine bright, behind the clouds
But don’t you show your face
Till I’m clean by and by
And I’m free from earthly trials
When I’m new again after the rain
After the rain when the clouds roll away
When my skin is soaked through with water
When the pain is awful great, I can face the coming days
When I’m new again after the rain
When I come or go, to the west, to the east
O’er the mountain or over the sea
It don’t matter where I am, I will be a happy man
If those clouds just follow me
Someone said to me, "You’re a fool to wait
I will take you down to the river
And the stream will wash away
All the pain of yesterday"
I said, “Thanks, but I’ll just wait for the rain”
After the rain when the clouds roll away
When my skin is soaked through with water
When my legs can’t hold their weight, when I’m waiting for my fate
I’ll be new again after the rain
I don’t know what Jesus said
He never spoke to me
But I thank the sky above
For pouring down her holy love
To save a wretch like me
After the rain when the clouds roll away
When my skin is soaked through with water
When the night won’t turn to day, when the pain is awful great
I’ll be new again after the rain
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Paper Football
06:26
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Chocolate ice cream on your tight tan face
Lying on the hammock and staring into space
Hum a melody, then it’s gone without a trace
Hmmm…
Feel the ridges, valleys, ridges of your bones
As I paint my name on your skin in Coppertone
And you cheat on your homework over the phone
Ooh sweet and sad
I didn’t cry when I heard the news of your suicide
Just saw you sitting there, sweet and sad
I took the blow and it cast my memory back
To playing paper football in the back of class
Drive an hour just to go and mock the gossips at the mall
And talk of movie stars and losers in the bathroom stall
Frame our names in heart on cracked white tile wall
Forever and ever
That night lying back in the bed of a hand-me-down Highboy in the holler
Rolling round and fooling round and pulling bourbon from the bottle
Screaming and shouting at the shooting stars to stay a little longer
Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever…
I didn’t cry when I heard the news of your suicide
I just saw you sitting there forever and ever
I heard the words and they cast my memory back
To playing paper football in the back of class
Images of high and wild, dancing and insane
Printing doubles so we both could have the same
Drop into the junk store to buy some empty frames
Drag my shadow down Lake Murray Blvd
No one home so wait in your front yard
Sunshine tries to bleach away my scars
While I think about the dealer who dealt us these cards
Darkness falls on your front yard
Hmmm…
Slipping and sliding in and out of forever
Slowly sliding and slipping down the river
Beat back the current and never surrender
Playing paper football forever and ever
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The Juggler
02:53
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They call me the juggler cuz I always have three lovers
Man, I burn through Trojan rubbers like no other
But when I’m not between the sheets I’m busy staying undercover
Ain’t as sweet as it seems being the juggler
Cuz Edith likes eating at East of Eden
Where Wendy works on Wednesday evenings
And Donna Lee does her laundry two doors down
So when I’m out to eat with Edith
I’m always worried Wendy’s watching
And equally that Donna Lee is gonna be around
What’s worse is Wendy lives by the Wally World
Where Donna Lee goes to the pharmacy
And Edith’s ex-old man is employed there
So I choose to keep a low profile
Sneak around like it’s going out of style
And try to keep these balls up in the air
They call me the juggler cuz I always have three lovers
Sometimes I wish I had me a twin brother
Because it takes a lot of steam making all that hubba hubba
Ain’t as sweet as it seems being the juggler
I had three more the month before
Tanya, Tina, and Isadora
But that all ended in a puddle of tears and blood
I had Tanya down for ten to noon
And Tina’d turn up around one or two
And Izzy used me all night like a stud
But one day Tanya blowed in a little late
Same day Tina rolled up a lotta early
And fists were flying till Izzy came that night
I’m pretty sure Isadora’s the one that threw me on the floor
While Tanya and Tina punched and kicked and swore
And long story short I lost the fight
They call me the juggler cuz I always have three lovers
They come and go but there’s always another
I guess I can’t be pleased by just one lady’s comfort
Ain’t as sweet as it seems being the juggler
Maybe someday I’ll quit this fooling round
And find someone to make me settle down
But I’d hate to be the one to make her suffer
Cuz one of them days we’d go to town
And one of my friends would flag us down
And say, “You know why everybody calls him the juggler?”
I’d have to explain…
That they call me the juggler cuz I always have three lovers
Man, I burn through Trojan rubbers like no other
But when I’m not between the sheets I’m busy staying undercover
Ain’t as sweet as it seems being the juggler
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Sweet Thursday
03:27
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Wasn’t supposed to go this way
When I met you yesterday
Didn’t need you next to me
Am I the kind that you expected me to be?
It’s getting a little warm
Crack the window please
I’ll pump the gas if you run inside
Grab a couple tall boys and a honey pie
Yesterday is far away
And tomorrow you’ll be gone
Wasn’t supposed to go this way
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday
Ten million people, maybe more
Out on the highway in a dusty storm
Two lonesome losers in a stolen dream
Headed straight for nowhere in a suicide machine
If you see you the lights flashing
Push the pedal down
Over the border they can’t get us there
Between the two of us, we’ll make it if we share
Yesterday is far away
And tomorrow you’ll be gone
Wasn’t supposed to go this way
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday
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Supposed To
03:51
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I did my chores and made my bed because I’s supposed to
Cleaned my room, obeyed my dad because I’s supposed to
I raised my hand and waited my turn because I’s supposed to
Everything they taught I learned because I’s supposed to
I finished school at the age of eighteen because I’s supposed to
I kept on and got a college degree because I’s supposed to
Got a job, work it nine to five because I’s supposed to
Bought a ring and got me a wife because I’s supposed to
And what the hell’s all of this supposed to ever done for me?
I didn’t sleep a wink last night
Work’s drying up and money’s tight
Though I followed this old script line by line
The sure thing was a lousy bet
There’s holes all in my safety net
And it’s a goddam lie when I say I’m doing fine
Didn’t think this was what I’s supposed to get
By doing everything that I’s supposed to
I don’t stay out late & I hardly drink because I supposed to
No more Kool Filter Kings because I supposed to
I put money in an IRA because I supposed to
I pledge allegiance to the USA because I supposed to
I keep up with the local team because I supposed to
Laugh at my childhood dreams because I supposed to
I never eat before saying grace because I supposed to
Go to church every seven days because I supposed to
And what the hell’s all of this supposed to ever done for me
I didn’t sleep a wink last night
Work’s drying up and money’s tight
Though I followed this old script line by line
The sure thing was a lousy bet
There’s holes all in my safety net
And it’s a goddam lie when I say I’m doing fine
Didn’t think this was what I’s supposed to get
By doing everything that I’s supposed to
I button up and stay clean cut
Try to eat good and watch my gut
Clean behind my ears and between my toes
And always keep up with the goddam Jones
The sure thing was a lousy bet
There’s holes all in my safety net
And it’s a goddam lie when I say I’m doing fine
Didn’t think this was what I’s supposed to get
By doing everything that I’s supposed to
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Sometimes you know by the light in her eyes
That she is the sun you’ve been waiting to rise
Sometimes you know by the light in her eyes
That she is the sun you’ve been waiting to rise
I should have taken her hand
I should have known that I’d just get old
I should have stayed instead of playing in this band
I should have been her man
I could have got me some job some place
These honky tonk mirrors put lines on your face
I could have got me some job some place
These honky tonk mirrors put lines on your face
I should have taken her hand
I should have known that I’d just get old
I should have stayed instead of playing in this band
I should have been her man
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10. |
Erin Is Blue
03:56
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Erin is blue, Erin is blue
Nothing you can do when Erin is blue
And Erin is blue
Erin is blue
She don’t eat no food
Only eats pills
Drinks only booze
Sleeps through the day
Night she’s awake
Get script refilled
Dress up to kill
Powder the bruise
Erin is blue, Erin is blue
Nothing you can do when Erin is blue
And Erin is blue
Erin gets high
Catches a ride
Gets to the bar
Catches your eye
Her eyes say she’ll love you
Lips say she’ll fuck you
Know in your heart
It ain’t kind or smart
And you’ll pay the price
Cuz Erin is blue, Erin is blue
Nothing you can do when Erin is blue
And Erin is blue
Pretends she’s asleep
When she feels you leave
You don’t feel so bad
About her feeling sad
Nothing you could do
Erin is blue, Erin is blue
Nothing you can do when Erin is blue
And Erin is blue
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