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No Show Blues
03:34
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I got a job in the valley but today I didn’t go
I need a day off but the boss said hell no
I’m gonna get drunk and smoke three packs of Marlboros
And part of me thinks I ain’t never gonna make it back home
I got a wife at the house, but she got no love for me
Plopped on the couch on her phone watching TV
The woman I married wasn’t nearly so goddam mean
And she didn’t suck down so many benzodiazepines
I’m gonna go to the bank and cash out my account
Drive straight to the tavern and drink a disgusting amount
Spin my pistol and baby you better look out
Cuz wherever it points I’m coming to your town
I had a job in the valley, but I doubt I do anymore
I took a day off and then I took four more
Been drunk since I left and chain smoking Marlboros
And part of me thinks I ain’t never gonna make it back home
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Hellfire
03:48
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Met a woman, got engaged
Time passed, wedding day
Then my feet turned cold at the tone of those wedding bells
Felt bad everyone got dressed up, but I knew I’d messed up
So had to ‘fess up that all I really wanted was just to get drunk as hell
So I jilted that poor woman and I got drunk as hell
I’m talking ‘bout hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire, that’s where I’m bound
Feeling sinful, needing grace
Sunday morning, knew the place
So I stumbled into church and set down for a spell
Few minutes in felt free of sin, so I polished off my bottle of bathtub gin
And got stinking, dirty, awful drunk as hell
Yeah right there in the back pew I got drunk as hell
I’m talking ‘bout hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire, that’s where I’m bound
My drinking buddy passed away
Lightweight, couldn’t hang
So I filled my flask and went to say farewell
I stood in the back, dressed in black, tearing up and turning up
Getting lit up, good godawful greasy drunk as hell
I cried, “I’m coming for you, buddy, that’s where I’m bound!”
I’m talking ‘bout hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire, that’s where I’m bound
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No Good Fool
03:00
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Amber moved to the suburbs
Molly moved out of state
Dawn moved on to the next world
Just to get away
Cuz I’m a no good fool
And I mess around
Yeah I’m a no good fool
I’m low down
I’m fun for the night
But I ain’t no good for you
You’re dancing with the devil
When you dance with this no good fool
So you say you like bad boys
Well, run away while you can
I told you ain’t no bad boy
I’m a bad, bad man
Yes I’m a no good fool
And I mess around
Yeah I’m a no good fool
I’m low down
I’m fun for the night
But I ain’t no good for you
You’re dancing with the devil
When you dance with this no good fool
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Blow Off Some Steam
02:51
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Let me tell you little something about me
When it’s Saturday night I need to blow off some steam
I’ve been holding it in since I clocked in Monday morning
Come the end of the week I’m about to blow
We walk into the honky tonk like a pack of wolves now
Order up a round of shots and it’s away we go
It’s a throw down hoedown get down order up another round of shots
Gonna get drunk, get some, have fun, get into some trouble, baby, like it or not
I’m a Jim Beam drinking, paycheck slinging, line dancing machine
It’s been a helluva week and I need to blow off some steam
Gotta blow off some steam before I blow up
Been holding it in through the whole workweek
Now it’s Saturday night and I’m about to blow
So come on now band don’t you play me none of them slow songs
I need boot scooting, barn burning, hell-raising get up and go songs
Gimme something hot, just give it all you got
Now let’s hear what them Hellfire Boys can do
It’s a throw down hoedown get down order up another round of shots
Gonna get drunk, get some, have fun, get into some trouble, baby, like it or not
I’m a Jim Beam drinking, paycheck slinging, line dancing machine
It’s been a helluva week and I need to blow off some steam
Gotta blow off some steam before I blow up
Been holding it in through the whole workweek
Now it’s Saturday night and I’m about to blow
It’s Saturday night, I need to blow off some steam
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It ain’t cheap being poor, and I can’t take anymore
Of the tickets and the taxes and the fees
I work hard for my pay, then they take it away
Like they don’t care I got a family to feed
They cut my shifts at the mill, I fell behind on my bills
And when you’re late they try to charge you more money
They were riding my back, so I just cut ‘em a check
Then the bank charged me a low balance fee
Yeah it ain’t cheap being poor (It ain’t cheap being poor)
No it ain’t cheap being poor (It ain’t cheap being poor)
I work hard for my pay, then they take it away
And they wonder why the hell I’m so poor
I wanna buy in bulk to try to save a few bucks
But I can’t cuz I’m down to my last penny
And my insurance is high on my beat up old ride
Cuz I’m living on the rough side of the city
Yeah it ain’t cheap being poor (It ain’t cheap being poor)
No it ain’t cheap being poor (It ain’t cheap being poor)
I work hard for my pay, then they take it away
And they wonder why the hell I’m so poor
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Tornado
01:52
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It was a hazy day downtown LA
When I met her on an elevator on its way
Up to the hotel room of my fiancé
But I never made it there cuz she come
Tearing through my life like a tornado
Coming on hotter than a baked potato
She spin me round then see ya later
Wanna hate her but I love her instead
We caught the red-eye to Dubai
She was blowing my dough like it’s going out of style
In general I’s a sensible guy
But that guy died when she come
Tearing through my life like a tornado
Coming on hotter than a baked potato
She spin me round then a see ya later
Wanna hate her but I love her instead
I lost my job and all of my money
Most of my friends and half of my mind
I’m so messed up it’s a little funny
Man, I thought for sure that she was mine
But now I’m alone just trying to get right
Picking up the pieces of my busted life
If she walked into this room tonight
I’d say, baby—won’t you come
Tearing through my life like a tornado
Coming on hotter than a baked potato
Just spin me round then see ya later
Wanna hate her but I love her instead
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7. |
The Other Side of Wrong
02:16
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Well I missed the kick in the big game, failed my driving test
Misspelled my ex-girlfriend’s name on the tattoo on my chest
Cuz I can’t do nothing right, and I can’t seem to get along
I’ve forgotten what it looks like on the other side of wrong
I picked a fight with a boxer, scratched an Angel’s hog
Gave a heart attack to the doctor and lost my mama’s dog
I hung a left on a red light and lost my right to drive
Just show me to the shallow end and I’m sure to dive right in
Cuz I can’t do nothing right, and I can’t seem to get along
I’ve forgotten what it looks like on the other side of wrong
So I’m sitting on this barstool in this dirty downtown bar
Drinking up my money and I piss it in the bathroom stall
A man of my disposition should steer clear of alcohol
But if I didn’t make bad decisions, I wouldn’t make no decisions at all
Cuz I can’t do nothing right, and I can’t seem to get along
I’ve forgotten what it looks like on the other side of wrong
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Work, Sleep, Repeat
03:37
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Alarm goes off at a quarter to five, roll outta bed, rub the sleep from my eyes
Throw on a shirt and some jeans and my boots and then it’s time
To make that morning drive
Work all day till I’m totally beat, get back home and fall right to sleep
Alarm goes off in the morning and the cycle’s complete
Work, sleep, repeat
Work, sleep, work, sleep, that’s all I ever do anymore
Somewhere up the line I forgot what I was working for
There goes life, looks like it ain’t slowing down for me
All I ever do is work, sleep, repeat
Seems like yesterday I was seventeen, running bootlegs and draws and screens
Now I’m running up debt and I’m scrambling to make ends meet
So work, sleep, repeat
Work, sleep, work, sleep, that’s all I ever do anymore
Somewhere up the line I forgot what I was working for
There goes life, looks like it ain’t slowing down for me
All I ever do is work, sleep, repeat
Sometimes at work I just sit around and fantasize
Bout how I can save myself from dying in this working life
But that alarm goes off again at 4:45, roll outta bed, rub the sleep from my eyes
Throw on a shirt and some jeans and my boots and then it’s time
To make that morning drive
Work, sleep, work, sleep, that’s all I ever do anymore
Somewhere up the line I forgot what I was working for
There goes life, looks like it ain’t slowing down for me
All I ever do is work, sleep, repeat
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How Much Lower Can I Go
02:03
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I’m a liar, I’m a boozer, I’m a bastard and abuser
And I’m wondering how much lower can I go
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bloodied, I’ve been broken and betrayed
And I’m wondering how much lower can I go
Found her with another man
I was thrown into confusion
For the world I thought was true
Was nothing but illusion
I’m a liar, I’m a boozer, I’m a bastard and abuser
And I’m wondering how much lower can I go
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bloodied, I’ve been broken and betrayed
And I’m wondering how much lower can I go
Even though I know it’s wrong
I wish my pain upon the world
I curse the lives of lucky men
Into this hell I hope they’re hurled
I was once a good man
Now I’m living in this hell
I’m a liar, I’m a boozer, I’m a bastard and abuser
And I’m wondering how much lower can I go
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bloodied, I’ve been broken and betrayed
And I’m wondering how much lower can I go
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10. |
Feeling Mean
04:22
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Tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean
Tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean
Tonight I’m feeling mean, gonna make an ugly scene
Cuz tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean
Tonight I’m gonna pick myself a fight
Give some deserving dirtbag a black eye
And if he swings at me, then I’ll bust that sucker's knee
Cuz tonight I'm feeling mean, I'm feeling mean
I’m feeling mean
I’m feeling mean
The meanest hunk of meat that anyone’s ever seen
Get out of the way of the hurricane or there’s a heavy price to pay
Tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean
Tonight I’m gonna drink like daddy done
Gonna act a fool and keep on till the dawn
Drink fifteen pints of beer, then I’ll roll right out of here
Tonight I’m gonna drink like daddy done
I’m feeling mean
I’m feeling mean
The meanest hunk of meat that anyone’s ever seen
Get out of the way of the hurricane or there’s a heavy price to pay
Tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean
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11. |
The Outsider
02:27
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They say I’m stupid
Maybe I am
But baby it’s amazing
How little I care
What they say or
What they think about me
Never had no love
And no I don’t need none
Just leave me alone
I’m on the outside and I ain’t looking in
What everybody’s doing really ain’t that interesting
I’m on the outside but that ain’t far enough
Watch me take it to the edge and I’m-a jump right off
They say I’m too different
If I don’t change then
I’m a never fit in
I won’t never get invited
To the parties
Never make the money
Goddam it’s so amazing
That they think I care
I’m on the outside and I ain’t looking in
What everybody’s doing really ain’t that interesting
I’m on the outside but that ain’t far enough
Watch me take it to the edge and I’m-a jump right off, watch me
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