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Ah, ah, ah, ah I believe Them bones are me Some say We're born into the grave I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones Ah, ah, ah Dust rise Right on over my time Empty fossil Of the new scene I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones Yeah Toll due Bad dream come true I lie Dead gone under red sky I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones
Ah, ah, ah, ah I believe Them bones are me Some say We're born into the grave I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones Ah, ah, ah Dust rise Right on over my time Empty fossil Of the new scene I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones Yeah Toll due Bad dream come true I lie Dead gone under red sky I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones
Ah look at me I'm shattered I'm shattered Look at me, I'm a shattered, yeah (shattered) Pride and joy and greed and sex That's what makes our town the best Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah I've been battered, what does it matter Does it matter, uh-huh Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered Mmm, I'm shattered, unh Sha oobie, shattered, unh Sha oobie, shattered Sha oobie, shattered, shattered Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough! You got rats on the West Side Bed bugs uptown What a mess this town's in tatters, I've been shattered My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan Sha oobie, shattered, shattered, what say Sha oobie, shattered Sha oobie, shattered Sha oobie, shattered Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh Sha oobie, my brain's been battered My friends they come around they Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter Pile it up, pile it up, pile high on the platter
Ah look at me I'm shattered I'm shattered 0 Look at me, I'm a shattered, yeah (shattered) Pride and joy and greed and sex That's what makes our town the best Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah I've been battered, what does it matter Does it matter, uh-huh Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered Mmm, I'm shattered, unh Sha oobie, shattered, unh Sha oobie, shattered Sha oobie, shattered, shattered Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough! You got rats on the West Side Bed bugs uptown What a mess this town's in tatters, I've been shattered My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan Sha oobie, shattered, shattered, what say Sha oobie, shattered Sha oobie, shattered Sha oobie, shattered Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh Sha oobie, my brain's been battered My friends they come around they Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter Pile it up, pile it up, pile high on the platter
Kick the dust up Ha Come on All week long, it's a farmin' town They're makin' that money grow Tractors, plows with flashin' lights Backin' up a two-lane road They take one last lap around That sun up high goes down And then it's on, come on, girl, kick it on back Z71 like a Cadillac, huh We go way out where There ain't nobody We turn this cornfield Into a party Pedal to the floorboard Eight up in a four-door Burnin' up a back road song Park it and we pile out Baby, watch your step now Better have your boots on Kick the dust up Back it on up Fill your cup up Let's tear it up, up And kick the dust up Bar downtown, they got a line Of people way out the door Ten-dollar drinks, it's packed inside I don't know what they're waitin' for Got me a jar full of clear And I got that music for your ears And it's like knock, knock, knock goes the diesel If you really wanna see the beautiful people, huh We go way out where There ain't nobody We turn this cornfield Into a party Pedal to the floorboard Eight up in a four-door Burnin' up a back road song (yeah) Park it and we pile out Baby, watch your step now Better have your boots on Kick the dust up Let's back it on up Fill your cup up Let's tear it up, up And kick the dust up Come on Just follow me down 'neath the 32 bridge Y'all'll be glad you did, kick it We go way out where There ain't nobody We turn this cornfield Into a party Pedal to the floorboard Eight up in a four-door Burnin' up a back-road song Park it and we pile out Baby, watch your step now Better have your boots on Kick the dust up Back it on up Fill your cup up That's what's up, up Let's kick the dust up
The lights go out each evening at eleven And up and down our block there's not a sound I close my eyes and search for peaceful slumber And just then the local memory comes around Piles of blues against the door to make sure sleep will come no more She's the hardest working memory in this town Turns out happiness again and then lets loneliness back in And each night the local memory comes around Each day I say tonight I may escape her I pretend I'm happy and never even frown But at night I close my eyes and pray sleep finds me But again the local memory comes around Rids the house of all good news then sets out my crying shoes What a faithful memory never lets me down We're both up till light of day chasing happiness away And each night the local memory comes around Piles of blues against the door to make sure sleep will come no more It's the hardest working memory in this town Turns out happiness again and then lets loneliness back in And each night the local memory comes around And each night the local memory comes around
The lights go out each evening at eleven And up and down our block there's not a sound I close my eyes and search for peaceful slumber And just then the local memory comes around Piles of blues against the door to make sure sleep will come no more She's the hardest working memory in this town Turns out happiness again and then lets loneliness back in And each night the local memory comes around Each day I say tonight I may escape her I pretend I'm happy and never even frown But at night I close my eyes and pray sleep finds me But again the local memory comes around Rids the house of all good news then sets out my crying shoes What a faithful memory never lets me down We're both up till light of day chasing happiness away And each night the local memory comes around Piles of blues against the door to make sure sleep will come no more It's the hardest working memory in this town Turns out happiness again and then lets loneliness back in And each night the local memory comes around And each night the local memory comes around
When I woke up this morning I was feeling mighty good. My baby understood had to do what she should Lying near a pile of wood.
Every once in a while Every once in a long, long while Fellas got to bust out Shoot the whole dang pile Every once in a while Every once in a long, long while Got to shake the dust off Make the devil smile Feel your insides on fire Call the whole wide world a liar Stand up, stand up higher than a mile Every once in a while Every once in a long, long while Got to shake the dust off Head for hair in style time for fun Today's my once in a while Well, every once in a while Every once in a long, long while Oh, fellas got to bust out Shoot the whole dang pile I know that once in a while Every once in a long while Gotta shake the dust off Make the devil smile Oh, you got to feel your insides are on fire Got to whole the wide world a liar Stand up, stand up higher than a mile Every once in a while Every once in a long while Oh, gotta clean the rust off Head for hair in style oh baby, time for fun Today's my once in a while, woo Today is my, my, my once in a while Hey, ow, I'm havin' a ball, y'all Thank you, ladies and gentlemen
My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky He'd cuss, kick the dust, sayin', "Son, it's way too dry" It clouds up in the city, the weather man complains But where I come from, rain is a good thing Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Rain is a good thing Ain't nothin' like a kiss out back in the barn Wringin' out our soakin' clothes, ridin' out a thunderstorm When the tin roof gets to talkin', that's the best love we make Yeah, where I come from, rain is a good thing Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Rain is a good thing Farmer Johnson does a little dance Creek's on the rise, roll up your pants Country girls, they wanna cuddle Kids out playin' in a big mud puddle Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Rain is a good thing Rain is a good thing Rain is a good thing Rain is a good thing
Well, mama killed a chicken Thought it was a duck Put him on the table with his legs stickin' up You gotta bundle up and go, yeah You gotta bundle up and go Well, ya high pile o' women Sho' gotta bundle up and go May be old, may be gray You ain't too old just to shift them gears You gotta bundle up and go You gotta bundle up and go You gotta bundle up and go Sho' gotta bundle up and go Yeah Well, a nickel is a nickel, dime is a dime House full-a chillun and now one's mine I gotta bundle up and go, I gotta bundle up and go Well, you high pile o' women sho' gotta bundle up and go
I need to lean on a truck with five old friends Tell old lies and then tell 'em again Ride 33 'til it hits the river Throw cans in the bed 'til the moon's just a sliver Wanna see my name on a dive bar wall Where the ceilings ain't, but the beers are tall There's something 'bout a city like this Makes me miss what I grew up with Rednecks, red letters, red dirt One life, one bar, one church Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank While an out back brush pile burns Yeah, I've been away way too long But tonight I'm headed back home 'Cause when I need to find me There's only three things that'll work Rednecks, red letters, red dirt I need to hear mama pray 'til the rolls get cold For them hometown folks that she says I know My soul's a little dirty 'cause my boots are too clean It's been too long since I've seen Rednecks, red letters, red dirt One life, one bar, one church Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank While an out back brush pile burns Yeah, I've been away way too long But tonight I'm headed back home 'Cause when I need to find me There's only three things that'll work Rednecks, red letters, red dirt Rednecks, red letters, red dirt Oh-oh-oh Yeah, I bet by now they're missin' me So I ain't stopping 'til I see Rednecks, red letters, red dirt One life, one bar, one church Where the Lord gets thanked and the shine gets drank While an out back brush pile burns Yeah, I've been away way too long But tonight I'm headed back home 'Cause when I need to find me There's only three things that'll work Rednecks, red letters, red dirt Oh-oh-oh Rednecks, red letters, red dirt Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
When the work begins to pile up And your temper starts to rile up That's the time a fellow needs a song Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker You can be a merry maker If you'll keep on singing all day long If you're hanging in suspense from eight till five And you want to keep the sense of humor alive Just, whistle while you work (whistle) Put on that grin and start right in To whistle loud and long Just hum a merry tune (hum) Just do your best Then take a rest and sing yourself a song When there's too much to do Don't let it bother you Forget your trouble, try to be just like a cheerful chick-a-dee And whistle while you work (whistle) Come on get smart Tune up and start To whistle while you work
My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky He'd cuss, kick the dust, sayin', "Son, it's way too dry" It clouds up in the city, the weather man complains But where I come from, rain is a good thing Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Rain is a good thing Ain't nothin' like a kiss out back in the barn Wringin' out our soakin' clothes, ridin' out a thunderstorm When the tin roof gets to talkin', that's the best love we make Yeah, where I come from, rain is a good thing Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Rain is a good thing Farmer Johnson does a little dance Creek's on the rise, roll up your pants Country girls, they wanna cuddle Kids out playin' in a big mud puddle Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Whiskey makes my baby Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Rain is a good thing Rain is a good thing Rain is a good thing Rain is a good thing
Dah, dah, dah, dah Rockets, moon shots Spend it on the have nots Money, we make it 'Fore we see it you take it Oh, make you wanna holler The way they do my life Make me wanna holler The way they do my life This ain't livin', this ain't livin' No, no baby, this ain't livin' No, no, no Inflation no chance To increase finance Bills pile up sky high Send that boy off to die Make me wanna holler The way they do my life Make me wanna holler The way they do my life Dah, dah, dah Dah, dah, dah Hang ups, let downs Bad breaks, set backs Natural fact is I can't pay my taxes Oh, make me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Yeah, it makes me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Crime is increasing Trigger happy policing Panic is spreading God know where we're heading Oh, make me wanna holler They don't understand Dah, dah, dah Mother, mother Everybody thinks we're wrong Who are they to judge us Simply cause we wear our hair long
Ah, ah, ah, ah I believe Them bones are me Some say We're born into the grave I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones Dust rise right Right on, over my time Empty fossil Of the new scene I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones Yeah Toll due Bad dream come true I lie Dead gone under red sky I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them I feel so alone Gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones
Well, mama killed a chicken Thought it was a duck Put him on the table with his legs stickin' up You gotta bundle up and go, yeah You gotta bundle up and go Well, ya high pile o' women Sho' gotta bundle up and go May be old, may be gray You ain't too old just to shift them gears You gotta bundle up and go You gotta bundle up and go You gotta bundle up and go Sho' gotta bundle up and go Yeah Well, a nickel is a nickel, dime is a dime House full-a chillun and now one's mine I gotta bundle up and go, I gotta bundle up and go Well, you high pile o' women sho' gotta bundle up and go
Rockets, moon shots Spend it on the have nots Money, we make it Fore we see it you take it Oh, make you wanna holler The way they do my life Make me wanna holler The way they do my life This ain't livin' This ain't livin' No, no baby, this ain't livin' No, no, no Inflation no chance To increase finance Bills pile up sky high Send that boy off to die Make me wanna holler The way they do my life Make me wanna holler The way they do my life Hang-ups, let downs Bad breaks, set backs Natural fact is I can't pay my taxes Oh, make me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Yea, it makes me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Crime is increasing Trigger happy policing Panic is spreading God knows where We're heading Oh, make me wanna holler They don't understand Make me wanna holler They don't understand
When the work begins to pile up, And your temper starts to rile up, That's the time a fellow needs a song. Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker, You can be a merry maker, If you'll keep on singing all day long.
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that have dried up on some line That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that binds me Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track by the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Well I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling caldron in some train yard My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face Cupped hands 'round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and find that you're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind
Somebody hide me from the love, the love of Ivy. It takes up all of your time to fall in love with Ivy. (Here cometh Ivy...Ivy) If I gathered all my means (all my means) In a pile beside me (in a pile), It wouldn't why help to fill my dreams (fill my dreams) For the love of Ivy.
Woke up early feelin' light, (shame, it's a shame.) Somebody got to me last night, (shame, it's a shame.)
I don't always wake up in the mornin' Pour myself a strong one Ah, but when I get lonely I do Your memory gets burnin' Lean back on the bourbon Sure as hell can't keep leanin' on you Looks like I'm learnin' the hard way again It's all my fault Yeah, I dropped the ball You're gone and I'm gone three sheets to the wind Thinking 'bout all I've wasted on you All of this time and all of this money All of these sorries I don't owe you honey All of these miles on this Chevy, and prayers in a pew All them days I spent wasted on you Wasted on you Yeah, I swore this one'd be different My heart wouldn't listen to my head and these boots on my feet Looks like I'm learning the hard way again That's why I've been Wasted on you All of this time, and all of this money All of these sorries I don't owe you, honey All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew All them days I spent wasted on you Wasted on you Like this pile of your stuff that's packed up in the back Right down to the flame of this match Wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you All of this time, and all of this money All of these sorries I don't owe you, honey All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew All them days I spent wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you
Welcome to the good life Like I'm new in the hood, the only thing I wish (I wish a nigga would) Welcome to the good life He probably think he could, but, but I don't think he should Welcome to the good life 50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up And if they hate then let 'em hate And watch the money pile up" the good life Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine (yeah) Now throw yo' hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine Now throw yo' hands up in the sky (ayy) I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy) Ayy (ayy), ayy (I'm good) Have you ever popped champagne on a plane While getting some brain?
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