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Three Days (16.10.2001)
16.10.2001
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Threadbare Gypsy Soul (duet with Willie Nelson)
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Texas On My Mind (duet with Cory Morrow)
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(Pat Green)

Baby's just a little bit tired of the city,
Billboards and bullshit got her down,
Seem like you need a little hill country,
A little back roads driving, little bit of the old top down,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me,
Ok, alright, just might get a little high tonight,
Ok, alright, carry on,

Ol' Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville,
You know his eyes have seen the miles,
Walt why don't you jump in Jim T's caddy,
Come down to Texas and drink with me awhile,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Will go down to El Arroyo
Have some tacos and beer yeah and let ourselves go
Ok, alright
Just might try to get a ride tonight
I'm okay, I'm alright, carry on

Life will make sure that you got your troubles,
Life will make sure that you work too hard,
Ain't nobody that don't get tired,
Watching troubles pile up big in your own backyard,
Sometimes you've got to grab your world with your own two hands,
Set it spinning off on a course all your own,
Take yourself a big bag for your shoulder,
Find yourself some good times, bring them on back home,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Lay your whole life upon a shelf,
Got no one to blame but your own damn self,
Ok, alright, heaven only know what gonna happen tonight,
Ok, alright, I'm ok, I'm alright,
I'm ok, I'm alright,
I'm ok, I'm alright,
Oh carry on, yeah

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(Pat Green)

Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul
Like to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows
Gotta a little threadbare gypsy soul
Gotta little threadbare gypsy soul
Gotta little wild streak in my heart
I guess that I have had it since I heard the music start
I gotta little wild streak in my heart
I gotta little threadbare gypsy soul

Chorus
I like to hear the highway sounds
And I don't think that I'll ever settle down
I can't change and it's a sin
Hope St. Peter's gonna let me in
Come on Pete won't you let me in

I wear this cowboy hat up on my head
And you can take it off me some time after I am dead
Gotta cowboy hat up on my head
Gotta little threadbare gypsy soul

I wear these crusty shoes down on my feet
I could write a book about the places that they've seen
I gotta these crusty shoes down on my feet
I got a little wild streak in my heart

Chorus

I know this crazy living just ain't right
Most of the time I'm smoking, drinking, looking for a fight
But I've been talking to Jesus every day
And I've been talking to Jesus every day

And I got this girl back home I call my wife
If you ever meet her, I swear she would change your life
She's gotta little wild streak in her heart
But she’s been saying hallelujah every day

Chorus

. . .


(Pat Green)

Wake up, what you been dreaming about
I ain't got a lot to say, but I could talk to you for hours
The way you talk, the way you breathe
The way that you spirit moves into me
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Chorus
I got three days to wash the road out of my soul
I got three days to love you out of control
And I wish I had a lifetime to hold onto you this way
Love can do some healing, in just three days

Yeah, and hold me and help me understand
Why on earth I have to be such a stupid man
To live the way I do, dream the dreams I dream
So far away from you, yeah
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

Chorus

Three days and nights to put some life back in this man

I ain't holding nothing back
You got all I am
Hearts and souls and dreams in the palm of your hand

Chorus

. . .


(Pat Green)

I don't wear my shirt tucked in
I like a little bbq on Sunday
Well I hang out with a rougher crowd
Who drink too much, who talk too loud
Don't you know that it's all right with me
Yeah I don't go to church too much, but I know that Jesus truly loves me
And if he was here I'd be drinking beer and
Hanging out and having all of my friends, Amen

Who's to say and who are you to judge me anyway
This is my road, I take the corner as fast as I can go
Who's to say at how I got so lucky anyway
I am my own at least until the Man comes and takes me home

Well I got my mama's features, and my daddy's fixtures
All day long I been looking at pictures wondering
How in the hell they came up with me
Well, I'm crazy as a loon, I'm howling at the moon
My baby, she don't know what to do
She's wondering how in the hell she's gonna stay with me
Well, she's been to church more than Billy Graham
And she knows the Bible like the back of her hand
Yeah but she drinks like it's going out of style
Oh, it makes me smile

Yeah, who's to say and who are you to judge me anyway
This whole world spins, never gonna take that chance again
Yeah who's to say at how we got so lucky anyway
We have a home, neither one of us will ever be alone

It's a lesson of survival
To ride out every trial
It's the secret of forgiveness
Way down deep inside

Who's to say and who are you to judge me anyway
This is my road, I take the corner as fast as I can go
Yeah, who's to say at how I got so lucky anyway
I am my own at least until the angels come
Angels gonna come and take me home

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(Pat Green)

When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger
Out on the front porch we would ride, we would ride,
Little red cowboy boots, Little red cowboy hat
And a pistol that shoots straight as an eagle flies,
Mamma would come out say it's time to come in,
I ain't going nowhere mamma and don't ask me again,
I was just an outlaw riding on the trail
Knocking over stagecoaches
And riding on the rails.

Chorus
I'm gone to Gallywinter
Place where all the cowboys ride
Place where all the outlaws ride
Away from the men who want to kill them for what they've done
I'm gone to Gallywinter.

I'm gone to Gallywinter
Sister would come out and say
"Where you going anyway?"
I'm going to Gallywinter and there ain't no girls allowed,
I guess things are different now,
Times have changed.
A girl is nice to have with you while you're riding on the range,
She can cook your breakfast
And talk to you at night
You can argue about things you never thought you'd argue about
In your whole life,
Twenty five years older and Ranger ain't here no more,
Been replaced by a 1958 model T-bird Ford.
Baby said where you want to go,
I said I don't know, maybe Mexico
Anywhere that tequila flows is alright with me.

Chorus

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(Trish Murphy)

Tell me a story about something pretty
A guardian angel up in the sky
And make me believe you no hill for a climber
Ask me no questions and tell you no lies

Chorus:
I'm hanging on, my mouth hanging open
World spinning faster, round and round
Hey what's the matter, you look unexpected
Like you took a right turn on the wrong side of town

You left the light on looking so hopeful
You're just pretending you know what you've done
Crying yoru heart out, nobody's looking
It's not getting better, we're not having fun

Chorus

Jesus was wrong about all the sinners
That we'd take a stump for a sign of the times
Running for shelter like nobody's business
You don't even notice the face of the sky

So many answers just loose talking whispers
Pick up some pieces and gobble them down
Don't talk in words so I won't understand you
Hold up your fingers and cry like a clown

Chorus

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(Walt Wilkins/Billy Montana)

As we speak my sister's packing up the speakers on her stereo
She's out the door on the man she'd love forever a couple years ago
He's a standup guy so I don't know why she would ever leave him
I guess we've all got our reasons

There's a guy we got loading trailers on the dock
Must be out of his mind
He's got a couple of degrees from some university, he's way over qualified
We all wonder what is is about this work the genius finds so pleasin'
I guess we've all got our reasons

There's history and mystery hidden beneath our skin
It's all a part of who we are and the life we live

If I ever get to heaven and I got one question
Hope the Good Lord ain't offended
Gave me a world of pain between the cradle and the grave
Is that what was intended
I don't have to know why he put the stars in the sky
Or fooled with the changes of seasons
I guess we've all got our reasons

Repeat First Verse

. . .


(Pat Green)

Momma cried when you left me,
Know she's always loved you so,
She said hey fool what the hell did you do
I said now mom I swear to God I just don't know,
Picture book sittin on the table,
Memories were stacked up through the years,
But tonight their ain't no pictures on them pages,
Cuz your kinda gone
And you're never coming back home again

Chorus
And tonight all the dancehalls are empty
No lovers on the floor
So I'll sit here with my whiskey
Drink it till I just can't drink no more

And I don't know why you had to leave me,
All I really know is that you are gone, long gone,
And everywhere I go I just feel lonely,
You're the only life I've ever known,
And I guess you heard the highway calling,
Because you packed up your things and headed for the coast,
I had to fight the urge to follow,
I guess some time away from me is all you've ever really needed most

Chorus

And tonight you know this whole damn town is empty
And I don't think I can take it anymore
So I'll sit here with my whiskey
Drink it till I just can't drink no more

A Late night phone call from the East Coast,
Said she had enough, She's coming on back home,
Guess she went out and got crazy for awhile,
If she leaves right now,
Maybe she'll make Memphis by the dawn

Chorus

And tonight you know this whole damn house is empty
Tomorrow will be like it was before
So I'll put away my whiskey
Guess I just don't need it anymore
Yeah I'll put away my whiskey
Guess I just don't need it anymore

. . .


(Pat Green)

Saw you early this morning sleeping all dressed in white,
For a moment I thought you were an angel
Come to take me home alive.
You woke up and you caught me staring
Smiled and said hey cut it out
You said that I must be crazy,
I said crazy about you
And I kissed your mouth

Chorus
If I am truly crazy
Don't you know I like my life that way
And if I'm really going on out of my mind
Won't you hop on board and make your getaway

Took a walk on down the seashore
Saw a beggar picking up some cans
Saw a little boy who had some salt in his eyes
Reaching out for his mamma's hands
Then I watched a stranger give that man a dollar
Watched a mamma wipe tears from her little boy's eyes
Then I stared up into the heavens
Said oh my God I'm glad to be alive,
So glad to be alive.

Chorus

Wake up in the morning
We turn all the lights on
Turn em' out at night so that we can hide,
Sometimes I sleep with all the lights on,
It helps me to appreciate the night,
I hear people talk about life all the time
All they remember are times so sad,
Don't you thing that life would be awfully boring,
If the good time were all that we had.

Chorus

Hop on board, make your getaway

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(Pat Green)

Let your hair down, wear something pretty,
Don't you know, you make us both look good.
Call your momma tell her you're going out tonight,
It's going to be late,
Yeah we might not make it back at all.

Chorus
So take me out to a dancehall
Slap my foot down to the rhythm
Tell 'em to play them old songs that we all love
And you tell me that you want me
And I tell you that I want you too
And I kiss your face,
Whenever you want me to.

Some people say, don't waste your time away,
With late night living lovers rendezvous,
Take my hand
Come on take a chance
Close your eyes,
Yea the rest is gonna come to you.

Chorus

I said forget about tomorrow,
I don't care if it comes at all
And if we get a little crazy,
Blame it on the alcohol.

Chorus

And you tell me that you want me
And I tell you that I want you too
And I kiss your face,
Whenever you want me to.

. . .


(Bill Erickson)

Mama always said stand up to the truth
There ain't no such thing as the fountain of youth
Two wrongs never made it right
Grass ain't always greener on the other side
Better save your money for a rainy day
Count your blessings come as they may

Only Will Rogers never met a man he didn't like
Always throw the first punch when it comes to a fight
It ain't over till it's over and the fat lady sings
Only quitters and losers throw the towel in the ring
Well I hope you ain't working on a rainy day
Count your blessings come as they may

It's a hush my mouth land sakes alive
I don't believe that fishermen smell the same when they die
Never put the cart before the horse
Unless he knows how to push it of course
Seems like I'm always dreaming on a rainy day
Count your blessings come as they may

And it was grandpa who said son you can't buy love
You can jump in with both feet, but don't jump the gun
Stay out of trouble count your lucky stars
Never get drunk in two states inside the same day
Seems like I'm always drinking on a rainy day
Count your blessings come as they may

Grandma who said silence is golden
You only answer to one he's the almighty beholder
Bird in the hand is better than two in the nest
Don't count your chickens before they hatch
Always save the loving for a rainy day
Count your blessings come as they may

It's a hush my mouth land sakes alive
I don't believe that fishermen smell the same when they die
Never put the cart before the horse
Unless he knows how to push it of course
Seems like I'm always dreaming on a rainy day
Count your blessings come as they may

Talk being cheap well I took their advice
And the older I get the more I know they were right
Works for me may not work for you
Everything I said was the goddang truth
Well I hope you ain't lonely on a rainy day
Count your blessings come as they may

And they're etched in my mind I can never forget 'em
See it ain't what you said just how you said it

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(Pat Green)

What the hell am I doing down in Kansas City
I know damn well it ain't where I belong
Think I'll quit my job come 5 o'clock
Find my lonely way back home

My baby said just what are you trying to prove here
Do you really want to leave me here alone
I said I'm staring at this ocean full of Yankees
And I'd rather be in Texas on my own

Chorus
So we were southbound 35
We were headed down the road
Hit the border by the morning
Let Texas fill my soul
Yeah let Texas fill my soul

The tears start to flow about the time when I was leaving
She said I guess you better take me along
God might have made me born a yankee
But it's time that I made Texas my home

So we loaded her stuff into my pickup
Said goodbye to all my friends
Called my brother down in Austin
Said I'm headed home again

Chorus

She had her feet up on the dashboard
She was holding my hand and wearing only a smile
She said it's gonna be hard to start all over
But the feeling I have will make it all worthwhile

Chorus

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(Django Walker)

I woke up this morning
Texas on my mind
Thinking about my friends there
And a girl I'd left behind
The way she held me when we kissed
The loving that we'd done
And how I left her waving goodbye standing in the Texas sun

Chorus:
I've got a half a mind to call her
Half a mind to go
Jump a big jet liner
And wing it on my way back home

And all the morning it was raining on the streets of Liverpool
So I stayed in and played guitar and sang the lovesick blues
My mind kept going back in time when we both had fun
And how I left her waving to me standing in the Texas sun

Chorus:
I've got a half a mind to call her
Half a mind to go
Jump a big jet liner
And wing it on my way back home

In my dreams she's still in love with me
But I'd have to travel home to see
If she's found another man to take the place of me
Guess I'll have to keep on dreaming sunny memories

Wishing I was back there doesn't help me much at all
When I want to hold her it doesn't help me much to call
Stuck here in this seaport town longing for the one
That I left behind me there standing in the Texas sun

Chorus:
I've got a half a mind to call her
Half a mind to go
Jump a big jet liner
And wing it on my way back home

I've got a half a mind to call her
Half a mind to go
Jump a big jet liner
And wing it on my way back home

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