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I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was looking for a place to get to 'Cause my neck is broken And my pants ain't getting no bigger I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill In the evening time All my friends Tell me something is getting together I got a beard that would disappear If I'm dressed in leather Now let me tell you about my baby She was born in Arizona Sitting in the jailhouse Trying to learn some good manners I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill in the evening time Matchsticks strike When I'm riding my bike to the depot 'Cause everybody knows my name At the recreation center If I could only find a nickel I would pay myself off tonight 'Cause nobody knows When the good times have passed out cold I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill in the evening time I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill in the evening time Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on |
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Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas
Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir a lugar Donde los paganos van Pongalo junto Invitacion extrano Despierto alguien arrastra mis huesos Nosotros ascendemos en la tarde Y recuerdo tu sonrisa Con el viento salvaje Hay algo vacio cuando empieza Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir a lugar Donde los paganos van Pongalo junto Invitacion extrano |
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Must have been the devil
Believe that woman has gone mad Must a been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Nothing' but the devil Change my baby's mind Nothing but the devil Change my baby's mind Laid down last night Laid down last night Laid there last night And tried to take my rest My mind got to rambling' Like wild geese from the west Must have been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Must have been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Woman I love Woman I love; took off with my best friend |
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Brother, are you really here?
The package I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you Brother, are you really home? Holy as a blessed worm A paradise ambasssador Bring me to your room And I will throw you rocks today And watch them pass right through, you say And this is not a game or test We both have done some grieving Brother, with your vast reward A treasury you can't afford Surgeries and innocence abounds And I have read in paper books My eyes are glands on twisted hooks Never have I felt or looked So sorry for you now Brother, are you trained to spy? One eye open, one eye dry When I die, will you be my neighbor? Tell me things I like to know Dressing up from head to toe Let them know to and fro From here and tomorrow Brother, are you really here? The message I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you |
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