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Intro
02:03
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Back to Buying Neckties
02:59
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I ain't going back to buying neckties
I ain't going back to front wheel drive
I ain't going back to buying neckties
I ain't going back to smilin' lies
I ain't going back to build my network
I ain't going back to ironing pleats
I ain't going back to build my network
I ain't going back to herd no sheep
I ain't going back
I ain't going back to sleep
I ain't going back to rye and bitters
I ain't going back to whiskey neat
I ain't going back to rye and bitters
I like my drinkin' messy and my whiskey sweet
I ain't going back
I ain't going back to sleep
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Weekend Girls
04:50
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Pick me up in your Grand Cherokee
I'll foot the dinner bill if you share your trees
And promise to have me in bed before 1
Or we can stay out and paint the town something hot
Hide from prying eyes in a parking lot
And seek each other out behind a pickup
Waitin' for the weekend
Stuck in that same old weeknight lull
Waitin' for the weekend
'Cuz I've had too many weak nights and not enough weekend girls
Lay me down on a beach in the sand
Polish of a sixer while we're listening to The Band
And build us a castle fit for a real king and queen
When the fog rolls in we'll head home and draw a bath
Break out the pots and pans
You know I make a mean succotash
And spend the whole night feeling right in your arms
Waitin' for the weekend
Stuck in that same old weeknight lull
Waitin' for the weekend
'Cuz I've had too many weak nights and not enough weekend girls
Gimme a weekend girl
Ain't afraid to burn that midnight oil
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4. |
God Fearing Woman
04:19
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I don't wanna bicker
I want no retreat
I wanna fight with you about something deep
Look up from your book and meet my eye
Tell me tales of saviors and their castles in the sky
Your body is pure and your mind is clear
Your wisdom streams from elder tears
You try to love the world with the heart of The Lord
So why should mine be slowly breaking
Just 'cuz it don't hear the word
I know they tell you this whole thing is wrong
But you still got me hangin' by the bottom rung
And in dark times, I'm a moth drawn to your light
I guess I fell in love with a God fearing woman
Solomon sang about the joys of the flesh
I bet the church girls loved him 'cuz he was best dressed
You can call me a sinner you can call me a saint
You can call me to your kingdom, you can leave me at the gates
I know they tell you this whole thing is wrong
But you still got me hangin' by the bottom rung
And in dark times, I'm a moth drawn to your light
I guess I fell in love with a God fearing woman
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The Glue Factory
02:14
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When you walk that way
You make me howl and moan
Yeah you walk that way
You make me howl and moan
I'm a stray hound dog
You got meat shakin' off your bones
Your hair's done up and your curls fall like Niagra
Your hair's done up and your curls fall like Niagra
And your jeans so tight I bet your thighs got asthma
1,2,3,4
Baby can't ya see that I want some more
5,6,7,8
Rock me little mama till I can't see straight
Gonna make you shake like a leaf on a tree
You got me buckin' like a horse on his way to the glue factory
Sweet jelly roll you wiggle jiggle all night long
Sweet jelly roll you wiggle jiggle all night long
Hell you ring my bell
Ding-a-ling ding-a-ling ding dong
1,2,3,4
Baby can't ya see that I want some more
5,6,7,8
Rock me little mama till I can't see straight
Gonna make you shake like a leaf on a tree
You got me buckin' like a horse on his way to the glue factory
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6. |
Here On Out
05:34
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Your old man was never there for you
And I'm a poor excuse for a substitute
But I'm still here, and I ain't gonna start now to let you down
So come dear, and leave all your fears in that podunk town
Meet me at midnight, we're leaving tonight
We'll make out like Bonnie and Clyde
Say goodbye to your childhood home
We'll find a smaller place we can call our own
Where the pipes leak, but the walls only creak when we're making love
So don't speak
The word that we keep will say enough
Hop in the front seat, we're in for a ride
We'll make out like Bonnie and Clyde
I'd steal melodies, and I'd steal cars
And I would steal kisses from behind steel bars
If your eyes would smile the way they're smiling now
Every day, come what may, from here on out
Red and blue flash the rearview mirror
Pop another Benzedrine, wash it down with beer
'Cuz I'm bloodshot, but I ain't gonna stop till we hit the coast
For that grin baby, I'll wind out the engine until it's toast
When our kids ask how we met we'll reply
We made out like Bonnie and Clyde
I'd steal melodies, and I'd steal cars
And I would steal kisses from behind steel bars
If your eyes would smile the way they're smiling now
Every day, come what may, from here on out
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Pawn/Happy as Clams
03:40
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When I find your shallow grave
I'm gonna get my pick and spade
Dig down in it until your earthly debt's been paid
I'm gonna pry that casket open
I'm gonna give that lid a shove
Reach down in your torn coat and grab my old pawn stub
Reach down in your torn coat and grab my old pawn stub
Did I lend you what you craved
Did she quench your thirst for fame
Make you into a man or just a name
Did she make your fingers bleed
Did she satisfy your greed
6 strings ring from a heart without a creed
6 strings ring from a heart without a creed
See the Devil gave me this guitar
And he taught me how to bend it
Reached down in my torn soul and told me he would mend it
Now every song I play
Brings me closer to my fate
One more pawn in a war of love and hate
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8. |
Day Today
04:24
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Dark is the night
Which casts pale light
On our restless dreams
Our untested schemes
Fear paves the way
For our demons to prey
'Pon the dregs of Hope
Round her naked throat
But I'll find a way
To get on with the day
Today
Daddy's pop gun shoots
To spread God's good truth
To their savage souls
Who knows where they go
Where the dogs wail and wheeze
While the rat eats the cheese
On the throne
On the throne
But I'll find a way
To get on with the day
Today
I'll find the will
To come down from my hill
I will
Swift is the sword
Which cuts short the word
Of the olive branch
Belch the battle chant
Slow is the hand
Which gives the command
To call home our greed
Use our hearts to lead
But I'll find a way
To get on with the day
Today
I'll find the will
To come down from my hill
I will
I'll find the voice
To give thanks and rejoice
It's a choice
It's a choice
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Gregory Richard Mariposa, California
Music from a four-cornered room in the pines.
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