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Too scared to go to proud to run
Here's your orders boy here's your gun
We're sending you off to Vietnam
Try to stay cool try to stay calm
Never seen nothin' but that Mid-Texas dirt
Never been on a flying machine
Your job now is to take this gun
And kill everything that you see
It's a long way home
Orange in the air
Fire on the ground
Them back up boys ain't no where around
There's smoke in the sky
You're screamin' to the sea
Oh God have mercy on me
It's a long way home
Got that medal on your chest
Now you got it made
But you're going back to a land of protest
And an empty hero's parade
Waking up in the dead of night
Screaming out your lungs
Jungle fires and trip bomb wires
And blazin' red turret guns
It's a long way home
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42 more miles
This stuff it cramps my style
Broke down on the side of the road
A thousand flies a buzzin'
Sittin', spittin', and cussin'
Sittin' on top of our load
(chorus)
If I ever get out of this hole
If I ever get down the road
I got 42 miles to go
5:30 in the evening
Mechanic phone's a ringin'
Is he ever gonna fix our ride
You know I ain't bitchin', but bad news is all we're getting'
Just need a little luck on our side
(chorus)
That fire siren screamin'
Still I'm not believin'
That much goes on in this town
You know if I had the chance I'd do a chicken dance
After I watched it burn to the ground
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Look at you with your heart on a shelf
Sit at home get drunk by yourself
Call up a friend to ease your mind
Anything to pass the time
Chorus
Hey hey it's all gonna change
Well well when you turn around again
My my in the wink of an eye
Don't ask why as time goes by
Take your dreams to the railroad tracks
I sure hope their comin back
Watch em roll away down the line
Just anywhere with your friend time
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If I knew where I was going I'd might already be there
But I don't know where I've been...
Every town seem to look the same...another year has came and went.
Runnin' from yesterday, lookin' for tomorrow,
Let today just pass me by.
Searchin' for the answers, open for suggestions...
Still the questions cloud my mind...
Cause every winter it gets colder,
and every summer seems so long,
and every road it goes on forever
when you're out there on your own.
I met a driftin' woman.
She was lookin' for the answers
and all she had was alibis.
Well that driftin' woman, I could never trust her...
She had a pocket full of lies.
So one night I left her in total darkness
In a hotel room in Tulsa.
Hey, driftin' woman, where ever you're driftin' now,
I hope you find what you're searchin' for...
Cause every winter it gets colder,
And every summer seems so long,
And every road it goes on forever
When you're out there on your own.
I may not find the end to this road I'm takin'.
I might not find my pot of gold.
But there's always another day, there's always another bend,
Another story to be told...
Cause every winter it gets colder,
Band every summer seems so long,
And every road it goes on forever
When you're out there on your own.
Cause every winter it gets colder (it gets colder),
And every summer seems so long (it seems way too long),
And every road it goes on forever (it goes on forever)
When you're out there on your own
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i got a lot of things to say
I've got a lot of things to do today
But I'll put a??em all behind
Throw a??em to the side
Put a??em off till tomorrow to keep you satisfied
Put a??em off till tomorrow to keep you satisfied
Come to me when you can
Run to me baby understand
Where you go I will follow
Every step of the way every night and day
Every step of the way every night and day
(chorus)
Like your shadow on the ground girl I'll always be around
Be it high or be it low
Reaping everything you sow
Everywhere you go
Every mile every breath
Anything put me to the test
Heel to toe
Everywhere you go
Everywhere that you go in the pocket of your soul
Everywhere that you go in the pocket of your soul
(chorus)
Come to me when you can
Run to me baby understand
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I got a one hundred-dollar bill
It's all shiny, crisp, and clean
And it's burning a hole in the pocket of my jeans
I think I'll spend it on some pills
Instead of gasoline
I don't see any kind of fun in coming clean
Pick me up and watch me fall
And do it all again
I ain't got no sense at all
I like pissing in the wind and on my dreams
Look at me
(chorus)
Look at me I'm on my way down
So close now I can almost see the ground
Yeah another night another town
Set em up I'll knock em down
Workin' on sympathy
Look at me
Hey bartender another round
This one's on mine
Let's see how many friends I can buy in just a little time
See the girl at the bar
Tell her I'm somebody and I got a fast car
I'm in room 331 with a bottle of wine
Tell I'm a superstar
She won't give it a second chance
Tell that I play guitar but I never learned how to dance
And here's my key
Yeah look at me
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A young man's searching
Trying to find his soul
He's heard all the myths and the stories that he's told
He searches his heart for the magic to behold
He wants to find the answers before he grows old
(chorus)
One door closes two doors open
The road you take is the path you've chosen
T he end is the beginning, beginning is the end
Every road gonna bring you round again
Stop and look around
Time to move on
My old man is traveling
Now he's lost his way
He's drifting in the middle
And his hair is turning gray
What you don't know might hurt you
When your pride gets in the way
If you don't read the signs
You'll get lost along the way
(chorus)
You got to follow your bliss
Gotta follow your sorrow
Where will you be when you wake up tomorrow
The choice is up to you
It's yours and yours alone
Every road gonna bring you home
(chorus)
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Well it sure didn't take too long
I woke up this morning she was gone
And the note that she wrote
Didn't say Dear John, just goodbye sucker I'm gone
She was a homegrown mountain girl
Raised in a different world
I was a wanna be rocker
She was more into Merle
Couldn't see it just wouldn't work
And now I'm double fisting long necks, grapefruit and Stoli
Never getting over Joely
Well I poured myself in my car
I drove it on down to the bar
But they wouldn't let me in
Cause I ain't a movie star
So I went to the Horse Shoe on Lamar
The bouncer threw me out there too
And I didn't know what to do
So I picked up the phone
And I called dear Sue
But the call block wouldn't let me through
And now I'm wishing for some drugs or a shrink to console me
But I'm never getting over Joely
Well I gathered up all my guns
And a pipe bomb just for fun
And I drove to her house and parked on the lawn
That's right I always was a crazy one.
Well her boyfriend was sure nice to me
Said calm down would you like a drink
And then I shot him full of holes
From his nose to his knees
And I polished off her little sweet pea
And I'm crying on me knees feeling dirty and unholy
But I'm never getting over Joely
Now I'll probably get life and serve at least forty,
But I'm never getting over Joely
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Ever since you went away
The sun hasn't been out to shine
And clouds they been dropping their blues on me
And rainy day blues are mine
And i don't care how far you roam
Just as long as you come back home
With those words of iron
Forged by the fire
In the heart of a lonely man
I’ve been wanting to tell you
That its rained ever day that you've been away
Clouds are crying and I'm surviving
Thinking about you down in old Mexico
I’m thinking about you down in old Mexico
I know that the rain it doesn't last forever
And seasons they keep rolling on
And absence doesn't make every heart grown fonder
The sun shines so bright in the Mexican sky
And i don't care how far you roam
i don't care if you never come home
With those words of iron
Forged by the fire
In the heart of a lonely man
I’ve been wanting to tell you
That its rained ever day that you've been away
Clouds are crying and I'm surviving
Thinking about you down in old Mexico
I’m thinking about you down in old Mexico
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Oh if I were president, I'd make you understand
No more questions no more lies,
I will tell you the truth looking in your eyes
If I were president.
Well first and for most son Jesus Christ is the only one,
You’re going to talk to when your day begins.
I'm going to pass a law that says everyday you got to get down on your knees and pray, Thank the man for dying for you sins.
Chorus:
If I were president, I would make you understand
Jesus is the man he's the reason that we stand, if I were president
We're gonna put the word out on the streets no more Washington, DC,
I'm gonna make this country big and strong.
No more paying of your taxes
The capital is Pampa, Texas, that's the only place a house that big belongs.
Chorus:
If I were president, the blue-collar man won't get the shaft.
Nobody's gonna laugh when Jason Boland is my chief of staff,
If I were president.
Well, Iraqi boys you must be nuts,
You’re digging yourself deeper in a rut.
I got a way to end your problems soon.
We'll bring home every one of our boys
And pull out our biggest badest toy
And blow you crazy bastards to the moon.
Chorus:
If I were president, nobody's going to push us around.
If they threaten us or put us down we'll burn there county to the ground.
If I were president.
Well, I got one for you Sadaam Hussein
We’ll resurrect General John Wayne,
Put together a very simple plan.
We’ll put down our nukes put down our guns
And you and the duke will be one on one
And he'll kick your ass as if you were a man.
Chorus:
If I were president,
If I were president.
If you don't like Willie Nelson, you got to go to prison.
If I were president.
So cash your vote and make it me
And if I win the beer is free if I were president
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She skips me like a rock,
Rolls me like thunder,
Knocks me down like a fifth of Tennessee
She’s the pitch that I can’t hit,
She’s the joke that I don’t get,
She’s crazy and that’s alright by me.
Chase it like a white line
Running out of road
Sometimes she wants the man that I can’t be
I m a fool out counting the stars
Another poet in the bars
I’m Crazy and that’s Alright with me
CHORUS
It’s alright, she steps all over me.
Give me some time and I will make her see
That we’re crazy and that’s alright with me
Summer on the coast
A money game of pool
Proof that sometimes 1 and 1 is 3
We’re a 4th of July parade
Though we don’t know we’ve got it made
We’re crazy and that’s alright with me.
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what is life it could be a million
It could be a single dime
Or it could be a ship out on the water
But to me it's just more time
Time for the one who moved a hundred mountains
Time for the one who broke a thousand chains
For the love of a son and a mother
A little girl sweet as sugar cane
What is love it could be a river
Love's a single drop of rain
But to her love is forever
It's the mention of your name
What is love there's more than just one answer
Love's a golden wedding ring
If only love could be the cure for cancer
Then the world would hear you sing
What is faith
Faith is believing
Faith can tell you where to go
You say faith can move a thousand mountains
Faith can liberate your soul
A heart of gold will take you to the rafters
Where you get your angel wings
Don't cry for me are the words that are coming
From your golden guitar strings
What is life
It could be a million
What is love
There's more than just one answer
What is faith
Faith is believing
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I want a big red nose I want some floppy shoes
I want a squirty flower squirt it on you
Like all the bad clowns do
I want to juggle bowling pins in the sun
I want to join the circus, the circus looks like fun
I'll sit and work the gate or I can guess your weight
I'll even sell the corn dogs I don't care
As long as I am there
I'll hand out baseballs at the dunk tank
I'll ride my funny car laughing... all the way to the bank
Cause I'm a carney man I'm a carney man
I'm a carney man I'm a carney man carney man carney man
The human cannonball I'll rise above it all
Up higher than the trapeze I can fly Oh god I'm gonna die
I am a carney worker I make two bucks
Every hour come to find out ... this job it really sucks
Cause I'm a carney man I'm a carney man
I'm a carney man I'm a carney man
You need a corndog I can tell You need a corn dog I can tell
I'm a carney man
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Gene Collier
Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong
They're too damn skinny or way too long
I ain't no holy roller so I just use a bong
Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong
Them boys down in Texas got some damn fine weed
They smuggle across the Rio, they use the Mexican breed
That's expointin' cheap labor, but hell that's Texican's creed
Them boys down in Texas got some damn fine weed
Them boys in Arkansas they got some damn fine pot
That's a direct result of all them good seeds they got
Haulin' water up a hill's a chore, but man I tell you what
Them boys from Arkansas they got some damn fine pot
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Them boys up in Kansas, hell all they got is a bunch of schwag
And they'll try to screw you for fifty bucks a quarter bag
I got some in my guitar case and I'm not the type to brag
But it's a damn sight better than that Kansanian schwag
Them boys in Louisiana got trouble growin' their weed
Them alligators is mean, and they eat up all the seeds
But on a bayou night by the light of a full moon
You can walk out and pick you a sack full of 'shrooms
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Check me out in my easy chair
Bottle in my hand
How it ever got to go far I guess I'll never understand
Cause I bend and bend until I break
Then I bend some more
Sometimes I feel like a piece of dirt down on your floor
(chorus)
I bang my head against the wall
Bang it until it bleeds
To me it makes no difference at all
I got to bang it till I' can't see
Don't know what you think of me
I don't really care
I got to bang my head against the wall cause it's there
I sit and stare at the telephone
Why don't it ring
Once upon a time I thought I knew it all
Turns out I don't know one damn thing
Pick it up and I throw it down
I pick it up again
I'm gonna keep slammin' it to the floor till someone's on the other end
(chorus)
I don't know why I'm sittin' here
Seems like I used to know
Knew everything I wanted everywhere I needed to go
Friends stop and they smile at me
They say you got it all
But what they don't know what they don't see
Are the holes up and down my hall
(chorus)
Sun comin' up at the break of dawn
I can't shut my eyes
It's like a pile of wire coat hangers inside of my mind
Now I'm down here on the floor
My world spinning around
I get the feeling I ain't ever gonna leave this God forsaken town
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