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You met him at the dance hall, you only saw his charms
You said he really swept you off your feet Then one night he's drinking and jealousy enraged He knocked out two of your front teeth So you came over to hide out at my place I guess I should have killed him there and then But you begged me not to, now you say he's changed And you're gonna go back to him Don't give me that bull about how it's for the children A man like that could never be a dad What happens when he kills you? What will they do then? Sometimes you ought to ask yourself that Don't go back to him he's a wife beater Be better off with this potato eater You says, "He's changed", don't be a fool A man like that's no good for you A man like that's no good for you Don't go back to him he's a wife beater Be better off with this potato eater You says, "He's changed", don't be a fool A man like that's no good for you A man like that's no good for you A man like that's no good for you |
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| 2. |
| 4:52 |
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Demonic Possession His court's in session I sign my confession Demonic Possession It was raining on the day she told me them things that fella sold me Mama wasn't thee to scold me No prison or cell could hold me I still recall the date I'z probably about eight when I sealed my fate You honor I rightly state (repete chorus) Suddenly I had a foot hold I became such a butthole I don't need nobody consoling me No one but the devil controlling me I can kick ass and talk backward I hang out with a whole bunch of slackers and I know I can get some help from him I listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin (repete chorus) I got so much money I don't need smarts My records are flying to the top of the charts and I'm eating in all those fancy restaurants and Hanging out with Sam Phillips and I owe it all to him Oh, the shape I'm in The devil says the only thing that's buggin him is Hell's filling up with Republicans (repete chorus twice) |
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| 3. |
| 3:41 |
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She's a beauty, yes sir she is, said EZ Dan
Fifty five, a bad age, smelling of Brut from Fabrege' and sweat EZ Dan don't bathe a lot these days And why the hell should he anyway? "She's got a few miles on her, but then again, who don't?" He said with a slight chuckle The recent Binaca blast still lingering on his breath And besides, them's highway miles I shifted my weight from one foot to the other It certainly wasn't the car of my dreams, but the price was right And EZ Dan assured me the mid 70's were a particularly nice period For Chrysler products in general and this one is a Volare' And besides Finally having an eight-track means I can play All them tapes I ain't been able to listen to Since high-school So we stuffed EZ Dan's body in the trunk and hauled ass out of town But somewhere just past the middle of nowhere the fuel pump blew And the oil pump too And the piston rods hurled straight threw the engine block Dropping oil, gasoline, water And anti-freeze onto the Alabama red clay below Ain't that a bitch? I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love |
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| 5:56 |
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I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
Wonder how I ended up like this I wonder why things happen like they do But I don't wonder long 'cause I got a show to do I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T. Broke at my bank 'cause that shit ain't free But I'm here to stay, at least another week or two And I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do Don't give me no pity, don't give me no grief With till I die for sympathy Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do Don't give me no preachin' no self servin' And I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving I can dance on my own grave, thank you But I can't die now 'cause I got another show Some people keep sayin', I can't last long But I got my bands, I got my songs Liquor, beer and nicotine to help me along And I'm drunk and stubborn as they come Chain smokin', guitar pickin', 'til I'm gone Gone, gone, gone I ain't got no political agenda Ain't got no message for the youth of America Except "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw" And come see me next Friday 'cause I got another show Some people stop livin' long before they die Work a dead end job just to scrape on by But I keep livin' just to bend that note in two And I can't die now 'cause I got another show |
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| 5. |
| 5:27 |
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I'm late for church again
Never seem to be on time I hear the bell as it peals through the holler Does it sound like a friend of mine A hundred eyes turn as I enter My face burnin' as I walk past pews I can tell they think I'm a sinner I hear them whisper while I'm watching my shoes The only seat left is right up front I'm not a bit surprised The back is soft but the seat is hard Why can't they get it right? Reverend Bob is preachin' out thunder Mom and Dad follow every last word All that hollerin' makes me wonder Does a whispered prayer get heard? Reverend Bob is pointin' his finger Fire and brimstone pouring down Me, I'm wondering what's for dinner Waitin' for 12 o'clock to come round Everybody's got their own Heaven They all find it their own ways I am an angel, I, I am an angel, I I am an angel, I am an angel |
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| 4:41 |
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Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup
And one of them big long cigarettes You asked me if I could play you some Dylan I said,?Dylan, who?? You told me to kiss your ass I apologized, but you could tell I didn?t mean it By the way I rolled my eyes When you said,"It wasn?t me, it was you" Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why Stuff was flying out of the window Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath He?s screaming at you, red faced and fuming He?d come home early, parked his car way up the street You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse It was 10 a.m., all the neighbors heard him calling you A whore and a tramp and you just stood there While your heels sank into the warm wet ground He got a lawyer, you've got a bottle He got the children and you moved in with your mama She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car She don?t care how late you call to tell her where you are Ya?ll still fight, she still nags you some Somehow it?s different now than you were young It?s your own damn fault, you've been through hell For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself |
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| 4:14 |
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Them stories that you tell me are so hard to swallow
You said, "Go to hell", but I know you'd just follow The future's closing in quicker than you think And hanging with you I know why Henry drinks Those obnoxious drunks downstairs are fighting and cussing And twelve years of you and me don't add up to nothing You say what's on your mind, tell it to your shrink So he can know like me why Henry drinks Just a few more hours till the sun comes back around To tear each other down and drink another round Lost it on the way now I'm hating what we found Mendacity and grudge-fucks and pieces out of town I drink half a case of beer for a get home from work Daddy needs his medicine to keep his hands off mama's throat Baby, push a little harder 'cause you got me on the brink Of spilling more than guts about why Henry drinks Telling you so much about why Henry drinks |
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| 4:10 |
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Mama ran off with a trucker
Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt He is making her give life another stab They can see the world from way up in the cab Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt She can quit her job now, be his little bride He can get a local route and stay home by her side She can fix him roast beast and sweet potato pie He can eat a lot of it 'cause he a big old guy They got married in Dollywood They got married in Dollywood They got married in Dollywood By a Porter Waggoner look alike 18 wheels of love |
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| 9. |
| 5:12 |
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Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen I'd drive real fast everywhere, no one would ever catch me And I'd kick your ass if you pissed me off so be careful what you ask me And I'd never have an empty bottle or an empty bed And as cool as Paul Newman is I bet Steve could whup his head Steve McQueen When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen Now 'Bullet' was my favorite movie that I'd ever seen I totaled my go-cart trying to imitate that chase scene That Duster had six hubcaps, know what I mean And I love the way they all flew off when it landed in that ravine Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen And I really loved the 'Getaway' back when I was eight That pussy Alec Baldwin sucked in the remake And speaking of pussy, I guess Steve got it all He fucked Faye Dunaway and he fucked Ali McGraw Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen I went to see 'The Hunter' on my first date 'The Hunter' was the last movie Steve McQueen lived to make They took my drivers license when I was just sixteen The year Mesothelioma killed Steve McQueen Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen Steve McQueen |
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| 10. |
| 5:25 |
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Tired of living in Buttholeville
Tired of my job and my wife Lucille Tired of my kids, Ronnie and Neil Tired of my '68 Bonneville Working down at Billy Bob's Bar and Grille The food here tastes like the way I feel There's a girl on the dance floor dressed to kill She's the best looking woman in Buttholeville Yeah, I'm gonna get out of Buttholeville Gonna reach right in, gonna grab the till Buy a brand new hat and a Coupe Deville Lay a patch on the road that runs over the hill There's a beach somewhere where the waters are still Gonna lay in the sun till my skin peels Drinking the best scotch whiskey, eating lobster, eating eel Never going back to Buttholeville Never going, never going, never going Never going back, back, back, back Back to Buttholeville, back to Buttholeville Never going, never going, never going, never going Never going, never going, never going |
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| 11. |
| 6:40 |
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All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road
Lay them out across the dash in the August sun And if they turn green don't be afraid Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself I been given to visions from time to time Voice in my head can be a little unkind sometimes Go ahead, point it at me, I ain't scared Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself And if I see me on the street and if I whop you on the head You probably got it coming and if you hit me back We'll call it even, but I ain't going down easy 'Cause my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette Somethings gonna get us yet 'Cause I got ashes in my throat and I ain't got no vote It's just the way I stand myself Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself |
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