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Cop Song
03:43
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Well I didn’t think it could get any hotter
The well was dry but I found water
Got my fill of drinking at the local bar
I had a spring in my step I was feeling frisky
I had nothing to do so I picked up some whiskey
Down the block when I got caught in the headlights of a car
Well they pulled over and I stopped walking
The driver told me he’d do the talking
It was there right then that
he pulled out his badge
Well these pigs were young and ripe for the slaughter
They said you look like somebody’s daughter
Would you mind telling us what’s in the bag
My momma told me not to talk to strangers
Especially if they’ve got a gun
You wouldn’t catch me if I was in danger
Don’t try to catch me on the run
Well I walked the line with two left feet and they threw me into the backseat next to a man with stockings on his face
He said I ain’t been caught until today
I robbed a bank but I got away
I’ll share the loot if we escape
Well they were fixing to take me to the clinker
the cops called in said “we got us a drinker”
But I was looking green so they stopped the car
Well they let me out and I runnin’
And I’m happy to say I learned my lesson
I should never have left that bar
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2. |
Undertaker
03:36
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I knew a man in of colors who lived by his gun
Slinging bricks and getting chicks by the ton
Clearing the chamber is just a job well done
He kept his living testament in his denim vest
Wore it proudly over the bullet holes in his chest
A friend of mine in Nola kept a shiv on his hip
He robbed a local stranger for the price of a hit
Guess he knew the end was coming and he took what he could get
He never got the chance to smoke it for the trouble he made
Found him carved up like a turkey by the work of his own blade
Well friends I’ve seen some battles with the wicked and depraved
I’ve seen some born to living with one foot in the grave
And I don’t know what to tell you I don’t think they can be saved
If you’re standing at the gallows be sure to hang around
And to thank the undertaker he’s the last to let you down
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3. |
Medicine
03:56
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I was looking for that snake oil salesman
For to cure what ails men
I said, hey man hear me out
I know now without a shadow of a doubt
That there is no cure
For the tragedies and toils I’ve had to endure
But before I get what’s coming to me
I’ll take your oil and spoil me
'Cause you and I know the truth
That the devils water is the fountain of youth
And happiness is a heart attack
That leaves you pining for the things you can never get back
Thank god they sell 'em in a blister pack
To make up for the optimism I lack
And if self-medication is a sin
Honey hand me my medicine
There’s a million different versions of me
Some are clean and some are nasty
And some do cocaine and some smoke reefer
And one of them is fixing to be six feet deeper
And when I face the reaper
I'll tell him he can keep her
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4. |
Miss You
04:39
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I used to miss you on Mondays
When you were running late
And you’d say five more minutes of this and then I really gotta go
I used to miss you when I was working and you’d call me to go out drinking
And I had a lot to do
But I couldn’t bear to say no
I used to lay awake at night and wonder how you are
Now I only miss you when something goes wrong in my car
I used to miss you on Sundays
When we’d go out to get breakfast
Yeah I remember the day that you almost brought me to Texas
I used to miss you at noon when the ground was missing your shadow
And when I missed my exit and ended up in Colorado
The day I learn that I don’t need anybody else
Is the day I learn to fix it myself
I used to miss the smell of Marlboro reds on my clothes
As if you were the only one in the world who smokes those
I guess I’m still bitter and full of regrets
But I don’t regret quitting you or cigarettes
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5. |
Midnight
07:03
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Seems like no time at all since you were away
The same old rumors start to fly
Like sparks of a fire I can’t contain
Honey if I tried
And he’s picking up the pieces and he’s moving them around
And he’s counting all the ways she holds him down
Seems it’s always a struggle to take flight
When the lows are so much lower than the highs are high
I see you nursing that glass like it’s gonna be your last
No guarantee
That your dreams are made of something stiffer than paper
That won’t blow away in the breeze
And he’s picking up the bottle and he’s putting it back down
And he’s counting down the days again 'til he leaves town
Seems we’ll swallow everything but our pride
It’s gonna take something stronger to get me through the night
There are some shoes you can’t fill
And shouldn’t try to
But I know that you will
And he’s picking up bad habits and he’s putting them back down
And he’s counting down the stroke of midnight
Seems we always leave something behind
And if I didn’t see that coming then I must be blind
Nothing can ever kill that hunger
I wish you’d hold me like you did when we were younger
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6. |
Stars In Her Eyes
05:56
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They say you ought to write what you know
But all I can say has been said before
By girls just like me who were left in the dust
And all I’ve got to look forward to is knowing that it must be true
It won’t always hurt this much
The truth of the matter is that it doesn’t matter
He wants a woman
With stars in her eyes
Not rimmed with sleepless nights
He wants a shoulder that he can cry on
Someone he can rely on
Someone better than me
Someone not quite me
They say there’s no winners and losers
Just the chosen and the choosers
And girls just like me who were left in the lurch
No there’s no getting by the tears I know I’ll cry
When he takes some classy old lady to church
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7. |
Those Pills
03:52
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Sorry momma I’m on those pills again
This week’s been hard on me and I could use a friend
To keep me from reaching for that old vice
It isn’t healthy you ain’t gotta tell me twice
But I ain’t got no one to call on the phone
And lord knows I shouldn’t be alone
Handouts are getting rare these days
Ain’t nothing free no more not even lemonade
It’s hard to live and learn you know I try
But life gives you lessons that you can’t swallow dry
You gotta wash em down with something that’s got a little heat
And chase 'em with something kind of sweet
I try and focus on what’s good
Keep living simple just like I should
And though I’ve left a lot of bad things behind
The ones I’ve held on to are weighing on my mind
They say it does a body good to just give up on them
But I caved and I’m on those pills again
One day I’ll learn how not to break when I should bend
Sorry momma, I’m on those pills again
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8. |
Tattooed Heart
04:29
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He said you’ve got a lot of ink on your skin
And I’m afraid of needles, so let that sink in
Yes I’ve got a mark for every love and I every place I go
And I’ll keep em coming 'til I’m covered head to toe
Well I can cover my skin you know these lines were made to last
You can trace them on my body like a road map of my past
I've made mistakes I wear them like a work of art
But nothing can erase the name on your tattooed heart
I’ve got an anchor for times when I was sinking
I’ve got a couple bad ones I got while I was drinking
And an angel on my back that like hell
And a devil on my shoulder that’s sending me there as well
I said getting people’s names is where I draw the line
Those memories won’t fade, even with time
He said I can’t keep a promise even if it’s now or never
Don’t you know them things are forever
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9. |
No Return Address
03:32
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My heart’s buried in a far off land
In the sandy soil of the Rio Grande
And tonight when I lay my head down
I’ll be dreaming of a sleepy western town
But I’m far away my darling in a port town far from home
You know I’m missing mountains when I’m out here and alone
All things considered
It’s better than missing you
I don’t like to drink champagne
Disco music makes me cry
What I wouldn’t do for a fiddle right now
And some good Kentucky rye
But I’m far away my darling drinking away my pain
You know I’m missing sunshine all it does here is rain
I keep losing my way
I’m a stranger I’m a mess
I’m gonna send you a post card
With no return address
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10. |
Old Neighborhood
04:41
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Some years ago when I flew the nest
I packed up my bindle and moved way out west
Found a ride from a trucker man he was headed out to the bay
And moved into a shack under the freeway
And there were rats in the alley and smog in the sky
Every afternoon I’d hear the elote man go by
And at night I’d hear those railroad cars and say
Someday they’re gonna carry me away
Pulled out a map today said I guess I should
See what’s become of my old neighborhood
And if that house is still around today
And if that trucker man's still on his way
And I wonder, have they replaced the taquerías and tienditas
With breweries and luxury casitas
And if those railroad cars are still rolling today
And carrying runaways
They say god works in mysterious ways
And may his will be done on earth
So all this destruction's for the greater good
They’re gonna bulldoze my old neighborhood
And I wonder how will the runaways fly
If they can’t hear the railway cars go by
But if that highway overpass is here to stay
Will it still carry me away
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