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Texas: You'll Never Take Texas Out of Me |
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First Love: You Went Out With Rock 'N' Roll |
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Lost Love: A Love Song (I Can't Sing Anymore) |
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Nashville: If Old Hank Could Only See Us Now |
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Crazies: My Rough and Rowdy Days |
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Drugs: I'm Living Proof (There's Life After You) |
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Jessi: You Deserve the Stars in My Crown |
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Reflections: Turn It All Around |
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The Beginning: Where Do We Go from Here |
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Verse 1:
There are songs that birds don't sing to people
There are secrets that keep right through to the end
There are heroes who hide until forever
And I'm singing this song for one of them
Verse 2:
He's the man that you passed on the road there
The one with his life on the loose
Going either somewhere or nowhere
Going without me, without you
Chorus:
For he is this world's constant orphan
Traveling out his lone time
Living on apples from orchards
Dying from grapes on the vine
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You can find him in big city winters
Down where the mission bell cries
And sorrow echoes through summer
As he tries to close all his eyes
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You can find him in Pittsburgh in Christmas
You can find him in Buffalo in June
And he knows all the backroads between them
Like the gypsy knows the moon
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And it's route 22 all over again
Stick your thumb out and try to look like somebody's friend
Look strong at the man, gentle at the girl
And puzzled at the rest of the world
Chorus.
Living on apples from orchards
Dying from grapes on the vine
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Yoyos, Bozos, Bimbos and Heroes |
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It Goes With the Territory |
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How Much Is It Worth to Live in LA |
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Hey Willie let's pack up and catch us a slow train
And go back to Phoenix to a far brighter day
Where stars were for shining in the Arizona sky
And music meant more than fortune or fame
Verse 1:
Willie, we wandered from border to border
Singing our stories and living our songs
Seems the farther we go, all that grows closer
Is a mind full of memories we made years ago
Chorus.
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We rolled through the towns like a bus load of gypsies
Motels and hotels ain't no place to stay
The favors we're taking, the money we're making
Won't pay for the living,we're giving away
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You Put the Soul in the Song |
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Verse 1:
Well he smoked tHose Camel cigarettes about three packs a day
Nicotine stains on his fingers when he'd stretch them out to play That old "Midnight special" is one he loved to do
Then he'd sing "I'm walking the floor over you
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TV preachers and welfare checks for him just had no place
But he'd take his time to tune real good when he sang "Amazing Grace" He'd say boys I'm old and crazy but I still give a damn
And I still think the boys got screwed over in Vietnam
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He'd drag out that old uniform
And say "they used to call me slim"
He never could get it buttoned up
But the pride looked good on him
He still feels the way he felt
Over forty years ago
Here's to the old man
Here's to G.I. Joe
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He only sang the old songs, he's standing still in time
"My Phillipino baby", right there on his mind
Then he'd talk about the big one, the war we didn't lose
He'd pick a little bit like Travis "Re-Enlistment blues"
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Here's to my old man
And all the G.I. Joe's
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Somewhere Between Ragged and Right |
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