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Al, he sells records down on old St. Charley's Street
He's cleaning up Fat Tuesday's mess he keeps the sidewalks neat And he just lost his father and he just lost his wife And if it wasn't for the music he couldn't get on with his life And he knows what I know It's not all that hard to survive You take the good and the bad and the time in between It lets us know we're alive Well now Be Be's singing gospel And down on Bourbon she sings the blues She plays on all my heart strings curls my toes up in my shoes And she knows what I'm after Chase my dreams with all my might She says you shouldn't be so anxious and deep down I know she's right And she knows what I know It's not all that hard to survive You take the good and the bad and the time in between It lets us know we're alive Well get on board the rocket Step right into the front car You know life's a roller coaster It ain't got no safety bar Raise your voices up with laughter Bring it in with one big sigh Consecrated in the wonder .... we're alive Norman he plays music but only in my dreams Shows me all the beauty that soulful music brings But sometimes he's a spectre and I wake up clenched with fear But lesson good or bad he always keeps me clear And he knows what I know It's not all that hard to survive You take the good and the bad and the time in between It lets us know we're alive |
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Tim he was a good friend
Yea was a brother of mine We were imaginary comic book superheroes Kids wasting time We were prisoners of our youth We were growing up strong 'Til the day he was taken away For something he did wrong Tim came 'round just the other day And boy he had some stories to tell His mama kept him locked up in a rehab Although the doctors said he was well He said yeah I been through the anger And the hatred towards my mom And I put all that behind me Just tell me what was it like to go to your prom He said thank you mom for fixing My clouded broken mind But excuse me if I seem a little rude While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude Well growing up these days just ain't easy And the kids they're doing the best that they can So mama you better think twice Before you lock your kid up and throw away the key 'Cause soon your little boy is gonna be a man He said thank you mom for fixing My clouded broken mind But excuse me if I seem a little rude While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude Tim left town yesterday He left me with these words He said yeah I know this life's got a lot to give But my childhood is gone And I'm not afraid of dying I'm gonna grab the world by the horns and learn how to live He said thank you mom for fixing My clouded broken mind But excuse me if I seem a little rude While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude |
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| 4:22 |
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Looking back on younger days the view stretched on for miles
We charged into our futures with laughter and smiles As we traveled blindly the road became so thick No chance to change direction and we've laughed until we're sick Now I keep company with wicked evil men My generosity's brimming but I'm still inclined to sin My friends think I am crazy and I know that may be so But I'm as happy with a penny as coffers full of gold And so for all of you I say, don't miss the forest for all the trees And don't ever question Honor Among Thieves The undergrowth has parted now the path is easily read It's lined with all the doubters regretting all they've said God bless all the dreamers and those who lead with soul For how can you know virtue 'less you fought out of a hole And so for all of you I say, don't miss the forest for all the trees And don't ever question Honor Among Thieves Trickle of a chuckle as laughter starts to pour Bells begin to jingle the trickles now a roar Pan floutist, cloven dancer The mischief has begun Laugh with me if it's funny, laugh at me if it's fun And I don't know St. Peter but I know he believes There's a place in heaven for Jesters, Dreamers & Thieves |
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| 4:59 |
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Hey boy pushin' on your girlfriend
Trying to show her all the pain you feel inside Yeah and head all scrambled and the love is gone And you don't know what went wrong But I think I heard you hissing something about blue steel But when you talk about something like gun play Let me tell you it's a losing bet But when the hammer falls all bets are called And five to one you're gonna lose When you talk about something like Russian Roulette Tears run down your sweet love's face I say she's a mirror of your insides And you can't scream loud enough to let it go And you mouthful of pride you just can't swallow Rips your soul like a hurricane tide But when you talk about something like gun play Let me tell you it's a losing bet But when the hammer falls all bets are called And five to one you're gonna lose When you talk about something like Russian Roulette Pack up your ego and your tantrum Put it back with your anger and your pride Beating up on your girlfriend Ain't gonna change anything inside But when you talk about something like gun play Let me tell you it's a losing bet But when the hammer falls all bets are called And five to one you're gonna lose When you talk about something like Russian Roulette |
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