Альбом Shooter Jennings

Let’s put the O back in country
Well, I’m rollin’ like a freight train
Comin’ straight at you
Playin’ hillbilly music
Like I was born to do
You know that ain’t country music
You been listenin’ to

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So are you ready for the country
Are you ready for me
Better get ready for the country
Ain’t I a sight to see
You know there ain’t no soul on the radio
Let’s put the O back in country

Pickin’ easy listenin’
Ain’t what I do best
But they say in country music
It’s either hit or miss
Well, if you’re talkin’ ‘bout record sales
you can soundscan this

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You take a little country and a little rock and roll
A little Neil Young and a little George Jones
A little Merle Haggard and a little bit of the Stones
Add a little Cash and a whole lotta Waylon

Are you ready for the for the country
Are you ready for me
Yeah, better get ready for the country
Ready for me
Yeah, are you ready for the country
Are you ready for me
Better get ready for the country
Ain’t I a sight to see
Yeah, you know we need a little sould on the radio
Let’s put the O back in country

(feat. George Jones)

Alone with the morning burning red on the canvas in my head
Painting a picture of you
And me driving across country, in a dusty old RV
Just the road and its majesty
And I'm looking at you with the world in the rear view

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You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold until the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along

Those white lines get drawn into the sun if you aint got no one
To keep you hanging on
And there you were like a queen with your nightgown, riding shotgun from town to town
Staking a claim on the world we found
And I'm singing to you, your singing to me ,you were out of the blue to a boy like me

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You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me ,and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold until the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along

and im looking for you in the silence that we share

Chorus
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me ,and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold until the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along

Another lifetime lived in a long night
I’m watching the sunrise before I lay down to sleep
Livin’ at parties , watching my twenties hittin’ my thirties and letting it go

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But that’s all I’ve been livin’ for
When there’s nothing left to lose anymore
If there’s a door, I’ll go through and walk right into my lonesome blues

Running my friends off
I cheat and I get caught
They tell me that I’m lost but I don’t care anymore
I’m having a free mind
Living a free life
Knowing that my flight is gonna crash and burn

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Writing my stories on my worst mornings
Pulling my heart strings to help me find myself
Living with my past
Smokin’ up my grass
And having a good laugh just to lose myself

I been sinkin’ like a rock in this high society
‘Cause all that means so much to them, don’t mean shit to me
If I were into money, fame and power, I’d be sold
But I know I tried , and I just can’t find that solid country gold

Now I was born in Nashville but I left there long ago
‘Cause they built Music City by sacrificing soul
L.A. ain’t much different, ‘cept they got them fancy clothes
And there’s nary a sight or a leaving light of solid country gold

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They say country music ain’t quite all it used to be
But they can’t see the country for all the goddamned trees
If you give to me a guitar ans my woman on the road
I’ll give to you my family, my solid country gold

Now baby, I been thinkin’ ‘bout where you and I should go
You sell your apartment, and I’ll shake off my load
We’ll take it down to Texas where we’ll kiss that Yellow Rose
And find ourselves some lovin’ in solid country gold

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Yes, I’ll give to you my family, my solid country gold

“Come on boys, let’s hit the road!”
We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday
That’s where we played our second show
Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn’t know
We were eatin’ up the white lines, makin’ good time
Diggin’ the songs on the radio
And that party kept a movin’ aand you know what we were doin’
We were smokin’ up that California gold

Now everyone was glad, “The Weight” played by The Band
You know I never had that song ever let me down
And I didn’t notice I was speedin’ but in the rear-view mirror blinkin’
Were them state trooper’s lights all spinnin’ ‘round
We rolled down the windows, so we didn’t think that he would notice
Something smellin’ funny in that smoke cloud
And he asked, “What you boys a-hidin’?” and we were all silent
‘Cause I think he heard us clear and loud

And we were busted
Busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
“Oh no, my Weed!”
He spread us all along the highway, cuffed us all and turned us away
And started pokin’ round the truck for cake
And we all stood there high as a kite, and he found it alright
And don’t y’all make light of the number one dope dog in the state
That mutt found the joint in my pocket that was buried and locked up
In the back of the trailer underneath the guitars and the piano seat
And off we went to jail all locked up in a cell
Charged with possession of that sweet leaf

And we were busted
Busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
Now I was still pretty buzzed when they called in the judge
Who greeted me with a smile and a warm handshake
And he said, “I’m so sorry,” ‘cause they couldn’t unarrest us
But that was up to some other official magistrate
And he said, “Don’t you worry, son, all the charges are gone
But I’ve got a few autographs for you to sign.”
And they sprang us out right quick, so we could get up on the stick
To Wichita Falls by show time
To tell ‘em...
We were busted
Busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County
Busted, busted in Baylor County

So, it comes to the end of the day
And I’m checking out of my hotel room today
It’s been two years since I’ve seen your face
The girl beside me reminds me how you taste
Since I’ve seen you, I’ve been beaten down and bruised
And every day I’m feeling more and more misused
I never thought that I would be without your love
Years gone by, you’re still the one I’m thinking of

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Sweet Savannah, you shine so bright
May the evening bring your favorite night
Sweet Savannah, you been gone so long
But I’ve got to move on

It’s getting cold, I put my jacket on your back
And we smoke a cigarette, the last one in the pack
I still remember exactly what you said
That you had demons that you couldn’t put to bed
Now I’m leaving, yeah, I’m moing out west
And it’s time for us to lay our history to rest
I still remember a tear drop in your eye
But you know I couldn’t stand to see you cry

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So I close on this Hollywood night
Where this counter-culture cultivates an emptiness inside
Would it be different if you were still here in my life
Would I be sober, and would you be my wife?

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Sweet Savannah, you shine so bright
May the evening be your favorite night
Sweet Savannah, you been sone so long
But I’ve got to be movin’ on

Well, I push my load across the land
Livin’ the life of a travelin’ man
Dusk brings down another day
Gonna swallow up time and throw it away

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Zero to sixty, she’s the next big thing
They tell me it’s a steal
Drive all night just to ease the pain
Don’t look away
Stay steady at the wheel

You try to sing a familiar tune
Howlin’ the words under a bloodshot moon
Blacklight troubadour, push on through
As heartbreak sits right next to you

Well, you moved out of my apartment
And you moved out of my old town
And my life has remained so lonely
Since you ain’t been around
And to think how far I travelled, honey
Just to see you one more time
But if that’s how you say hello
You can kiss my ass goodbye

Chorus:
So let your hair down, get out of that skirt
But leave them high heels on
I’ll be in the back of my black Cadillac
When Jesus finally comes to call his children home

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Gonna climb a mountain, when I get to the top
I’ll find a honky tonk
Where I’ll sit and I’ll drink
Wondering where you’ve gone
And to think how far I’ve travelled
Just to get you off my mind
But if that’s how you say hello
You can kiss my ass goodbye

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Oh, yeah, I’ll be in the back of my black Cadillac
When Jesus finally comes to call his children home

I found a letter just yesterday
And what it say I can't disclose
I read that letter and every word it say
And my heart it just froze

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Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame
Such a sad, sad shame
My baby's been runnin' around
All around this town
With another man

I packed her stuff up,put it on the front porch
When she gets home she'll surely see
You know it was so hard goin' through our life together
Figurin' out what belongs to you and what belongs to me

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So many times I've forgiven her
So much time I can't never get back
I don't wanna know how long it's been goin' on
I just wanna leave this town and never look back

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Ain't it a shame

I came to Cali on a highway from Nashville
It’s all a gamble for the fortune and the fame
My education came from reading the road signs
Just another fool who got lost in the game

And I’m going back again
‘Cause it’s blowing in the wind
That’s carryin’ me home

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Oh, southern comfort
Don’t leave me low
Oh, southern comfort
Keeps calling me home

And all these actors, man, they’re living in castles
And with the earthquakes they’ll all sink in the sea
Who makes a living off of heartbreaks and hassles?
And scientologists make no sense to me

So, I’m going back again
‘Cause it’s blowing like the wind
That’s carryin’ me home

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There’s a piggy waitin’ outside my door
Who’s a knockin’ and a yellin’ that he’s gonna use force
Well, I moved to town just a while ago
But I got in a mess, and I can’t lay low

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Back home all I had was my guitar
Livin’ in the backwoods on Daddy’s farm
Sittin’ on the front porch ‘til the evenin’ come
Livin’ in the backwoods on Daddy’s farm

Well, my old girl was a Cadillac
She was long and sleek and dressed in black
But I caught her cruisin’ with another dude
So I shot ‘em down with my blue .22

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But now they got me runnin’ and they got me to my home
But I won’t go, I won’t go!
Chitty-chitty bang-bang, and I hit the floor
Two little piggies bust down my door
The first little piggy went down
The second little piggy started poppin’ off rounds
I make a break for the parking lot
I heard some people talkin’ how somebody got shot
They’re never gonna see it my way
So I break for the truck and headed out on the highway
I must have got it up to 108
Before three little piggies headed me off the interstate
It’s gettin’ hot, I’m gettin’ hot
I don’t know where to go, I don’t know what I got
But...

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