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Mirrors on My Ceiling
02:25
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The girl I love, she won't love me back,
That girl I love, likes to wear all black,
She's into something that she calls goth,
I'm into Van Halen, with David Lee Roth.
If she'd only listen to a word I say,
I'd tell her that I'm willing to meet her halfway,
She's into pleasure spiked with pain,
I'll get a tattoo and some nipple rings,
and I'll get mirrors on my ceiling but...
I still can't see her loving me!
Ruby red lips on a pale white face,
My sexy little vampire from outer-space,
I tell her that I'm willing to ditch my roots,
and start wearing eye-liner, and high heel boots,
If she'd only listen to my point of view,
I'd tell her that I love her, and she'd love me too.
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Wishin' Well
02:52
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My troubles started back in 1984,
High on cocaine, I went and robbed a liquor store,
all in one blow, a mans life was gone,
This is my confession, not no rockabilly song,
I wish the story ended in this time and place,
But so many more times, I've worn a mask upon my face,
Hair of gray, some may say, it shows your growing old,
Now it's time to pay the price, for all the life I stole...
The last thing I'll do, before I burn in hell...
I'm gonna throw my guns down the wishing well
Lyin' in my death bed, my only friend, regret
if you thought I'd die alone, I'd say you won that bet,
My pillows soaking wet with all the tears I cried,
Never had no love, never had no Bonnie for my Clyde,
I've stolen everything, from cash to dignity,
Just can't be trusted, even a blind man can see,
I stole a heart or two but nothing I can keep,
No one to cry for me, as I'm burried six feet deep...
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Billy-Girl Blues
03:09
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I get up in the mornin', I grab a cup-o-joe
Livin' in the fast lane,yeah,I'm always on the go
I'm actin' like a fool, and let me tell you why...
I'm not afraid to die.
I don't have no friends,I don't have a life
I'll only fight a motherfucker, if he's got a knife
If you make a dare,you know I'm gonna try, cause...
I'm not afraid to die.
Since my baby left me, I got no will to survive
It don't matter anyway, 'cause no one here gets out alive
The things that scare you, you know they scare me too
It don't matter anymore 'cause I got the...
Billy-Girl Blues!
Drivin' all night, I'm gonna crash-n-burn
Alcohol and gasoline, I guess I'll never learn
I'll probably get there faster, if I close my eyes
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to die
I get up in the mornin', I grab a cup-o-joe
I gotta hole in my arm, where all my money goes
Gotta monkey on my back, I think I'll let it ride
I'm not afraid to die
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Black-n-Bluegrass
03:01
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You broke my heart, you broke some chairs,
You scratched my face, and pulled my hair,
You left me lyin' on the kitchen floor,
Screamin' and cryin', cut, bruised, and sore,
You cussed my mom, you cussed my dad,
When you bust my lip, it bleeds pretty bad,
So girl I'm tellin' you, leave me alone,
Oh, don"t you make me call 911...
Now you got me singin' black-n-bluegrass,
'cause I 'aint got the rythm for the blues,
Everytime we fight, you whoop my ass,
I guess baby, I was born to lose.
You broke my heart, you broke my nose,
You took my pride, and burnt my clothes,
You took it all, 'cept the songs I sing,
When I think our love, don't mean a thing,
Then you pick me up, and wipe away my tears,
Cook fried chicken, and you bring me beers,
You say you're sorry, and I say you're right,
We kiss and make up... Until tomorrow night.
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5th of July
03:57
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When the Party's over, and you're cleanin' up the mess
How we got so out of hand is anybody's guess
It should have been a night to remember, but somehow I don't
Maybe it'll come back to me, I got a feelin' that it won't.
The guest of honor left me, much to my surprise
I woke up in the mornin', the dirty sun it burns my eyes
Now I'm sitting on the front porch, drinkin' all alone
Pumpin' blood and alcohol, through a heart that's turned to stone
Got to search high and low, search my soul, to finally make things right
Try to find a way to make it through another night.
Seven days without you makes one week,
I'm shakin' from my head down to my feet
Since you've been gone, I hang my head and cry
Now it feels just like the fifth of July
When you up and left me, declared your Independence Day
No cause for a celebration, no matter what friends say
Their words have no meaning, they're whiskey has no taste
It'll take much more than they can offer, to put a smile upon my face.
Can't blame them for tryin', at least it shows they care
It's good to know when I'm all out, they've got love to spare
Now I'm standin' in the shadows, tryin' to hide my shame
Lookin' in the mirror, to see just who's to blame
Gotta search low and high,for peace of mind, to finally make things right
Try and find the strength to make it through just one more night.
7 days without you makes one weak,
I'm shakin' from my head down to my feet,
Since you've been gone, no need to wonder why
It feels just like the fifth of July
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...Ain't Been Drinkin'
04:24
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Well I feel sorry for you, all dressed up in blue,
standin' out there in that cold, cold, rain,
You pulled me over to the curb; 'cause you said you saw me swerve,
But tonight you pulled me over in vain,
'Cause I, ain't been drinkin', I ain't been drinkin' tonight,
Gimme back my license, and turn off them blue lights,
I appreciate you readin' me my rights,
But I ain't been drinkin', I ain't been drinkin' tonight,
You pulled me over just a week ago, you made me touch my finger to my nose,
But your breathalyzer said I was less than .10,
Much to your surprise, I wasn't tellin' you no lies,
So now you have to let me go... Oh no!
I've been workin' 12 hours, 8 days in a row,
So I popped into the liquor store, to get 12 cold beers to go,
But the sign on the door said, "we're closed for the day!"
And that's why you caught me this-a-way.
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Live At Five
03:24
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The violence,the riots,the fighting on my street,
I think i'm going to lose it,when i see it on my tv screen
Saints or sinners they'll take what they can get,
To make sure that they're seen and heard by people that they've never met
No news is good news,when all the news is bad,
Find out who killed who,and catch up on the latest fads,
A major disaster,did anyone survive?
Find out all this and more comin' to you...Live at Five
Anger in my bones,acid in my blood,
I gotta blowtorch for a conscience,my mind has been turned to mud
I turn on my tv,get lucky after all
Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by Extra Strength Tylenol
The violence,the riots,the fighting on my street
I think i'm gonna lose it,when I see it on my tv screen,
Winners or losers they'll take what they can get,
To make sure that they're seen and heard by people that they've never met
Coming to you Live at Five six,seven,eight,nine,ten,eleven
Half past midnight!!!
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Truck Song
03:49
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I saw her on the side of the road, with her thumb out in the air. She'd been rode real hard, and put up wet, and legs could've used some Nair.
She said she was goin' to the city, she was tired of that country life. She hopped on in, we drove to Vegas, Where she became my wife.
Now my credit cards are at their limit, and my check books in the red. She don't cook, and she don't clean, and we sleep in separate beds.
My friends say "What the hell's wrong with you?"
And I tell them I'm outta luck. The more I learn about women... The better I like my truck.
The more I learn about the opposite sex, the better I like this beat up wreck. She don't complain about a little bit of Bondo, or when I'm staring at a Silverado.
She ain't happy till the mud's up over the tires, George Jones comin' in on a coat hanger wire. THe more I learn about the sugar and spices, makes this old Ford truck seem priceless.
I saw it on the side of the road, with the hood up in the air. It had a little bit of rust, and four bald tires, that sure coulda used some air. The man said for $400, you can take the heap off my hands, I flipped him the bills, tuned it up, and now she's my very best friend.
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Hotrod Karma
03:20
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You're draggin' the white line down the road, You're braggin' about the motors you've blown.
If you live for the speed, you'll die on the curves and ifn the next life no one will remember you were.
Hot-Rod Karma! x3
Hot-Rod Karma's catchin' up to you!
You're speedin' down the highway of life cheatin' death,
like men cheat on their wives.
If you live for thrill, you'll die in the chase and next in the next life no one will remember your face.
You're draggin' the white line down the road.
Just drivin', you don't know where you're goin'.
Don't ask directions, just follow the signs.
The road to where you're going runs up and down your spine.
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The Ballad of Red Spoon
04:50
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He rode into town,hellbent and broken down,
From a lifetime of sure fire hard livin',
Every bar that he walked in,they all knew where he'd been,
Out honky-tonk pickin' and sinnin'
His eyes told the story,that so many have had,
about the love of a good woman that had surely gone bad,
His hands told the tale of an old guitar king,
That was robbed of all passion,ever of that to sing...
He's gone to Bitter Creek where lovers
go when the love has gone,
To let the ice cold water there chill him
to the bone,
Bitter Creek where dreamers go,when the dream has died,
No use for the steppin' stones,
There ain't nothin' for him on the other side.
To most he stayed a stranger,underneath the bright stage lights
Where simple pleasures,hidden treasure,he
could never find.
He walked through life on broken glass,until it finally pierced his skin,
That's when he decided he had nothing left to give.
He never took no warnings or heeded
no advice.
He had no children that he knew of,and he never took a wife,
But for all the things he'd lost,he'd
finally pay the cost,
and in his way of thinkin' well he figured that suffice
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