1. |
Windows
03:19
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Time keeps moving past
On its endless push
Well I’ve been looking
For a burning bush
Could use a hand
Could use a friend
Whiskey works until I
Feel that westward wind
I’ve been here before
Face down in the dirt
No pockets on my
New tuxedo shirt
See my life in scars
Fights took too far
Funny how things look
From windows without bars
Sick of feeling bad
For what I have done
That’s what you get
When you up and run
I wonder if
Hell ever know my name
Just hope he’ll know
How I’ll live in shame
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2. |
Sounds of Sanity
03:02
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Hear the thunder, rolling in
Feel the lightning, on your skin
It’s a thousand miles away,
But you can see it coming fast
It’ll strip you clean, flesh and bones
Make you feel, truly alone
Your hearts a tangled mess, but
You just tell yourself you’re fine
You can run you can hide
You can crawl deep inside
You can’t help but fight them
Sounds of sanity
You won’t tell a shrink
Cause that shrink might make you think
About the darkness at the brink
And the dishes in the sink
So you don’t tell a soul
About the shortness in your breath
Chew your fingers raw, til they’re stubs
You can’t sit still? Honey, join the club
You’re driving on a winding desert highway
And there’s no end in sight
You can run you can hide
You can crawl deep inside
You can’t help but fight them
Sounds of sanity
Na na na na na na na na na na na na (brake check)
Na na na na na na na na na na na na (showtime)
Thought by now, I'd have it all figured out
If I wanna be heard, all I can do is shout
Well it takes one to know one to know,
But I need one to crack
You can run you can hide
You can crawl deep inside
You can’t help but fight them
Sounds of sanity
You can run you can hide
You can crawl deep inside
You can’t help but fight
Yeah that feeling makes you fried
Like you’ve shriveled up and died
Your friends’ll ask you why
And you’ll just have to lie about them
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3. |
Adirondack Jack
04:10
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Up in the mountains of
New York State
There’s a man he stands about
Six foot eight
He don’t got wits and he
Don’t got shoes But he
Always winks when he
Sings the blues
He’s not a friend
But he's not a foe
He’s just a man I wish I
Didn’t know
He’ll spend your money
On his pointless schemes
And make every nightmare feel like
Wildest dreams
He snaps right back always on attack
Yapping bout that frick and frack
My friend you better watch your back for
That Adirondack Jack
Adirondack Jack!
He’d rather sulk
Than play a round of golf
Forget the ladies he just
Scares them off
He takes a shower
In a rusty bucket
And Never pays his taxes
He says forget it
His breath smells something
That is more than foul
He's got the manners of
A barnyard cow
He’ll drive you home when
He is blackout drunk
And say
“Don’t worry buddy!
I just smoked up all that skunk”
He snaps right back always on attack
Yapping bout that frick and frack
My friend you better watch your back for
That Adirondack Jack
Adirondack Jack!
Well that Adirondack Jack is quite the conniving, degenerate you’d expect from a man who drinks water from the Hudson river and eats garbage right out of the can
Ya know, I heard he steals loose change for the hell of it and once punched a blind man over a noise complaint,
But its hard to know whats true about him, when he’s the one spreading the damn rumors
So if you find yourself somewhere between Oneida and the Santanoni Range, I’d recommend you look twice before crossing the street and give your dungarees the ole
Once over
Cause once that aptly named menace of Mount Marcy latches on to you
He won’t let you go until either he makes you go crazy or you make him a sandwich
That greasy two-timing sardonic wine-and-dining slimey rascal’s got a hold on me
And he’s never gonna let me walk away never gonna let me be
His satanic so tragic vile nasty wicked magic power shoots needles right down my spine
I’d end it all right now kill him dead but his eyes are mine
He snaps right back always on attack
Yapping bout that frick and frack
My friend You better watch your back for
That Adirondack Jack
Adirondack Jack!
(And don’t get me started on Catskill Phil!)
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4. |
Plastic Jesus
02:40
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I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as I got my plastic Jesus
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
Going 90, it ain't scary
Cause I got the Virgin Mary
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
I'm in the back seat sinnin'
Jesus up there grinnin'
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
Green, white, pink or yellow
I don't care cause he's my fellow
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
I don’t mind a wooden Buddha
I just need some type of dude-a
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
I don’t know theology
But Jesus is a friend of me
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
My tiny savior says i won’t be seeing
Fire and brimstone long as I’m keeping him
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
Driven him from coast to coast
Cause he’s the brother of the Holy Ghost
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as I got my plastic Jesus
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
Going 90, it ain't scary
Cause I got the Virgin Mary
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
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5. |
Cowboy
03:26
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I don’t wanna be a city slicker sick of
Flipping burgers working overtime
I don’t wanna be a money hungry monkey
Working corporate til the day I die
I don’t wanna live feeling like the meaning
Of my life is to say yes and please
I don’t wanna live like a brain dead zombie
Calmly crawling on my hands and knees
I don’t wanna be
Quite anything
They’d like for me
I, oh I
Just wanna fly
Sky high
And I wanna be
A cowboy
I’d like to rope all the cattle sit and rattle
'Bout the times called the good ole days
I’d spit and chew and sing them blues
About my horse up and running away
I’d like to walk with a swagger keep a dagger
Plastered up against my side
I’d sleep by the fire and never grow tired
Of waking to that red sunrise
I don’t wanna be
Quite anything
They’d like for me
I, oh I
Just wanna fly
Sky high
And I wanna be
A cowboy
Yeehaw!
I don’t wanna be a stone cold loner
Sober on just being alone
I don’t wanna sit in silence just mindless
Scrolling up and down my phone
I wanna be a freewheeling demon
Not concerned about what’s waiting above
I wanna have an old fashioned passion
With someone who loves cowboy love
I don’t wanna be
Quite anything
They’d like for me
I, oh I
Just wanna fly
Sky high
And I want to be
A cowboy
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6. |
Folk Tunes & Fairy Tales
03:49
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I don’t belong in this
Doggone world
I was born too late
I was born too curled
Take me back
To a simpler time
When life had meaning and rhyme
Folk tunes and fairy tales
That’s all I got
That’s why I wail
I’d write a song made just for you
But it might get misconstrued
My mother told me
That I’m much too old
For my body but not
For my soul
She told me to just
Act my age
And work 9 to 5 for that wage
Today’s music
Sounds like shit
It ain’t got soul
But it’s a gosh darn hit
My generation don’t know
Wrong from right
Cause they only see in black and white
Folk tunes and fairy tales
That’s all I got
That’s why I wail
I’d write a song made just for you
But it might get misconstrued
Freedom died
A thousand years ago
When we still had ice and we
Still had snow
We’re all in cages that you
Cannot see
That’s what ya call
Society
Someone let this bum
Bum a cigarette
My mouth is dry
And my heart is wet
Get me high so I don’t
Have to think
About where to find
My next drink
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7. |
Roadkill
03:19
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Ive roamed and rambled
Ive gone and gambled
Everything that I owned
But the thing I hate to see
Is my baby leaving me
To die
I begged and pleaded
Yet she repeated
Those fateful words to me
Said “I’ve packed my bags, Im leaving
To catch the train this evening
For Detroit”
My bones have turned to dust
My blood has run to rust
I’ve lost my spirit and my will
My baby stole my heart
And left the rest of me as roadkill
Picked apart and pecked
From my toes to my neck
Them buzzards, now they eat my soul
If I could only choose
I wouldn’t sing these highway blues
I’d fly
From there on out
I’d just cry and pout
Waiting for my lonesome grave
But the biggest pain of all
Is to know how far ya falled
From grace
My bones have turned to dust
My blood has run to rust
I’ve lost my spirit and my will
My baby stole my heart
And left the rest of me as roadkill
Penniless and poor
I’d go door to door
Looking for a little love
But all those doors slammed shut
Left me busted on my butt
Alone
Yeah, I’ve loved and lost
I guess that’s just the cost
When you play this little game
Just don’t be like me
And give away your key
So fast
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8. |
Carly Ann
05:12
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Ive roamed and rambled
Ive gone and gambled
Everything that I owned
But the thing I hate to see
Is my baby leaving me
To die
I begged and pleaded
Yet she repeated
Those fateful words to me
Said “I’ve packed my bags, Im leaving
To catch the train this evening
For Detroit”
My bones have turned to dust
My blood has run to rust
I’ve lost my spirit and my will
My baby stole my heart
And left the rest of me as roadkill
Picked apart and pecked
From my toes to my neck
Them buzzards, now they eat my soul
If I could only choose
I wouldn’t sing these highway blues
I’d fly
From there on out
I’d just cry and pout
Waiting for my lonesome grave
But the biggest pain of all
Is to know how far ya falled
From grace
My bones have turned to dust
My blood has run to rust
I’ve lost my spirit and my will
My baby stole my heart
And left the rest of me as roadkill
Penniless and poor
I’d go door to door
Looking for a little love
But all those doors slammed shut
Left me busted on my butt
Alone
Yeah, I’ve loved and lost
I guess that’s just the cost
When you play this little game
Just don’t be like me
And give away your key
So fast
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9. |
Sycamore
04:02
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I am a sycamore
Outside your back door
You can find me here
From shore to shore
I’ve seen your bloody wars
Mixed with your folk lore
I don’t know if I can
Take no more
You told me that you swore
You would not fall for
All the nifty tricks
And sleek decor
Now they drill offshore
For dead dinosaurs
Suck it up til
There is nothing more
You can sit and just ignore
Our problems will just overpour
You can treat Mother Nature like a whore
I have to tell you there won’t be no encore
Children play indoors
Cause Nature is a bore
They don’t need your rocks
And bugs galore
All people adore
Is when their team do score
They think that food comes
From the grocery store
Keep the planet warm
Raise that seashore
Cover the earth in
All the ocean floor
There’s no time to restore
What once was before
These changes here are
Now forevermore
You can sit and just ignore
Our problems will just overpour
You can treat Mother Nature like a whore
I have to tell you there won’t be no encore
I am a sycamore
You can’t find no more
Someone thought of me
As an eyesore
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10. |
The Homesick Blues
03:55
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Stray dogs and coyotes sing
About the beautiful things
That they see with their eyes
And hear with their nose
It rained yesterday
It rains everyday
And I almost called
But I froze
Alone don’t mean lonely
It don’t make you holy
Strangers they ask
If I miss my home
Well, I don’t miss Nashville,
I just miss my grandma
That big oak tree out back
With the Coke Cans we’d stack
And shoot with our BB’s
Until we got bored
She’d scoop me ice cream
She’d cheer for my team
She’d read me a book
Seated right on the floor
Alone don’t mean lonely
It don’t make you holy
Strangers they ask
If I miss my home
Well, I don’t miss Nashville,
I just miss my grandma
These mountains and deserts
They all look the same
But the faces I miss
Is what gives me pain
Alone don’t mean lonely
But it don’t make you holy
Strangers they ask
If I miss my home
Well, I don’t miss Nashville,
I just miss my grandma
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11. |
Moral of the Story
04:12
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I sat down at the bar, an old man sat next to me
Told me about the good ole times, he had in Tennessee
Drank his whiskey dry, and he sucked a stogie hot
Looked at me all teary eyed said “Boy let me tell you what”
“There once was a bank robber, he didn’t have a gun
He made a mighty pistol with his finger and his thumb
Walked up to the teller told her “Give me all y’all got”
'Fore he knew what hit him next, he knew that he’d been shot
That teller had a shotgun, and she shot him in the chest
Hid it in a drawer she had underneath her desk
Steel beats man, and the beggar beats the fool
Don’t bring your finger to a shotgun duel
Moral of the story boy, just listen when you can
Smoke your smokes, tell dirty jokes
And be a better man
Peggy lynn was a prostitute, she lived out on the streets
Slept in a dumpster on the finest satin sheets
Jimmy Clark was a preacher, and he preached the Gospel right
But when he met ole Peggy it was love at first sight
Jimmy and Peggy had that special kind of fling
He would make her giggle and she would make him sing
But Soon the town found out, and they knew trouble would ensue
So Preacher Clark had to ask himself “What would Jesus do?”
Good Christ almighty had a bunch of greasy friends
Sinners, taxcollecters, and insurance salesman
Jimmy took ole Peggy’s hand and hopped up on a train
Now they run a bed and breakfast in the heart of Maine
Moral of the story boy, just listen when you can
Smoke your smokes, tell dirty jokes
And be a better man
That old man looked me right smack dab in the face and said the exact words I’m about to say to you:
Don’t care for no politician, nor the president
They don’t make my bed, and they sure don’t pay my rent
I don’t need some big shot guy telling me what to do
I don’t need their goddamn help to tie my own damn shoe
I don’t read the paper, I don’t listen to the news
Why would i do that when all it does is make me blue
Death, destruction, famine, and the kids are all snots
Leaves you thinking to yourself, Ah shit I forgot where that one was going
I’ve got the secret to a long happy life
Find yourself a plump ole gal and make her your wife
Live every day with very little care
Drink margaritas before you lose your hair
Moral of the story boy, just listen when you can
Smoke your smokes, tell dirty jokes
And be a better man
I told that old man to drive safe, and he said “Boy I’m walking home”
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12. |
Farewell Song
03:36
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Its time for me to move along
Been hanging in this town too long
I don’t know where I’m going, but I gotta go right now
Pack my bags and hurry out
I won’t forget, no need to shout
Ill say goodbye to all my friends I’ve met thus far in town
There’s Dirty D he runs the bar
He’s good for drinks, good for cigars
I’ll miss that Irish junkie like I miss my favorite sock
Then there’s Jorge, he’s my guru
He’s got powers, he’ll see right through you
He said even if you’re a chicken, you should act like you’re a hawk
I’ll be going to newfound places
Without the sight of familiar faces
Well that’s okay
Cause I don’t really mind
I said farewell to Mrs Franco
She taught me how to do the tango
Well please don’t tell her mister or he’ll chase me til I die
And My friend Zeke, well he’s not mean
He just loves the color green
I told him I was leaving, and all he said to me was” bye”
I’ll be going to newfound places
Without the sight of familiar faces
Well that’s okay
Cause it’ll all be fine
Good ’Ol Pat owes me fifty bucks
I lent to them to get good luck
The note I found on their door said their debts have been all paid
Hannah she’s my number one
She’s paranoid and overstrung
But she is the best lover I have had since seventh grade
Jo sleeps under the city bridge
Loves to fight, he loves revenge
But he broke down in tears, asking for one more poker game
I won’t miss this ragtag bunch
Cause I have gotten my own hunch
I’ll find them in the next town, with new faces, jobs, and names
I’ll be going to newfound places
Without the sight of familiar faces
Well that’s okay
Cause I got my whole life
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B Man Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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