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Playing pool and drinking beer
Nothin more'n the occasional tear But this man's life goes on and he gets greased all over from time to time At the strip joint, where we met He said 'Hi, my name is Ted See that one over there That ball of thunder Every time she goes Vavoom, I wiggle in my chair Can I buy you a beer? What a guy 'I've had a few myself' he said 'But I never quit when I'm ahead Too many rules and regulations Stupid laws designed by fools behind closed doors And another thing I won't discuss is religion It always causes a fight Vavoom There she goes again 'How does she do that' said Ted And he told me of those unjustices (that) He had suffered in his life His wife and kids and boss and dogs and neighbours Raising cain and causing strife They were forever whining Bleating howling yapping screeching moaning crying Vavoom He fed them well He keep them warm Thing about Ted he didn't really care Nothing much got in his hair and the beauty of it was that he was right He was big as a truck and fast as a door (what's that?) he was always right The banjo player took a hike What's that song I used to like Vavoom He was big as a truck Fast as a door - Ted Ted the man our Ted |
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| 6:00 | 
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| 4:48 |
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Sometimes I sit and wonder Sometimes I just sit I hope you all know what you're doing anyway who is driving this thing Did you know the warriors of the flat earth Have become the tyrants of the globe It's round about that time again She cried it's all for one my friends All my dreams are forgotten When you leave me on the shelf I can think of nothing better Than to sit here by myself Least remembered soon forgotten Didn't matter anyway How can I ever miss you if you never go away I'm amazed by the way how are you I'm amazed how could you it wasn't that good to start with anyway Nothings quite that simple Did you know the warriors of the flat earth Have become the tyrants of the globe it's round about that time again She cried it's all for one my friends Least remembered soon forgotten Didn't matter anyway How can I ever miss you if you never go away Sometimes I sit and wonder Sometimes I just sit I hope you all know what you're doing anyway who is driving this thing Least remembered soon forgotten Didn't matter anyway How can I ever miss you if you never go away |
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| 7:32 |
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While you were out... the message says You left a number and I tried to call But they wrote it down in a perfect Spanish scrawl in a perfect Spanish scrawl Yet again I'm missing you King size bed (in a) hotel someplace I hear your name I see your face I see your face (The) back street dolls and the side door johnnies The wide eyed boys with their bags full of money Back in the alley going bang to the wall Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be so high I know if the times gone by hadn't been so low The best laid plans come apart at the seams and shatter all my dreams Sometimes I feel like... Screaming close my eyes It's times like this my head goes down and the only thing I know is the name of this town is the name of this town Yet again I'm missing you won't be long O' coming home Until that distant time I'll be moving on I'll be moving on |
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| 4:44 |
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You know I'm not your lover now it might as well be said and then you say you're leaving Or maybe I'm just hanging on a thread When I gave you everything it didn't seem that much You gave me your opinion with the usual heavy handed touch What can I do About the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now What can I do About the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now My head is spinning endlessly My sense won't react Then I'm falling through a black hole Part of me is never coming back How you can lose a thing you never really had And you always hurt the one you love and you just love to hurt me bad What can I do About the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now What can I do About the sky that falls on you I'm not your lover You really must be going now By god, is that the time? Let me put you out of my misery They call it being cruel to be kind I only insult my friends my friend The rest can go to hell You can read it anyway you want oh well, you're not so bad yourself What can I do About the rain that falls on you I'm not your lover now I'm not your lover now |
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| 5:21 |
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Riding on the moonpath in the silver of the night The fragrance on the air was of another time I cried in all my innocence you were dressed in white and even if I'd had the strength I couldn't move to save my life The fear and the thrill of the beast at the window The shivers and the chills on the hottest of nights he walked right through my open door As I began to run, he threw some gold upon the floor, and said There's plenty more where that came from I'm tired of the bombs I'm tired of the bullets I'm tired of the crazies on TV I'm the aviator A dream's a dream whatever it seems I flew along the lighted street I flew above the town I flew in ever rising cicrcles ever further from the ground As I begin to lose my breath printed faxes turn a spin A distant corner of the room will open up and let me in I'm tired of the news I'm tired of the weather I'm tired of the same thing every day I'm the aviator A dream's a dream whatever they say |
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| 5:12 |
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Going to Rosa's Cantina Going to Rosa's Cantina Hoping that she's still there Going to Rosa's Cantina Might have been the dust in my eyes the dust in my eyes Could have been the neon cactus Lighting up the desert sky Must have been the dust in my eyes Some would call it suicide Some would call it suicide I would call it paradise Some would call it suicide Dancing on the table Dancing on the table Dancing on the table when she's drunker than she's able Dancing on the table Some would call it suicide I would call it paradise Some would call it suicide Hell on earth Is she right is she wrong Will she sing another song Wicked as it seems right now Rosa wants her baby back Rosa wants her baby back Since he's gone she's losing track Rosa wants her baby back Careful with that cadillac Careful with that cadillac Careful with that cadillac |
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| 5:12 |
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Nothing here for me today
Garbaggio from the men in grey Don't do this You can't do that What's the point What's the matter, anyway Fat cat's licking cream Dirty business hard and mean Narrow eyes and hungry days There's got to be a better way Something here about my face Something make you think I got time to waste What you doing standing here Why don't you call someone who cares Fat cats all the same Easy answers just a game Another day nothing changes There's got to be a better way A glistening of questioners Prepared the inquisition While jackals in the shadows manoeuvre for position A fundament of righteous men A barrow ideals The carriage of misjustice Crushes all beneath it's wheels Conspiracies of silence Within the temple walls Graveyards full of promises That no one can recall A castle full of rascals A fortress full of thieves A parliament of silver tongues That latter to deceive Oh my darling Carolina If you get the chance to walk behind here She's so clean you see no splash Just the Texas chainsaw massacre Fat cat's got to go I'm Rockin' and rollin' from my headache to my toes She's trying to set the world on fire Up there in her Ivory tower |
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| 4:36 |
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Mother nature's been good to me
That's why I'm sittin in this cherry tree But it's alright, it's alright It's not so bad I'm just a touch away The shady lady from shady lane is lying in my bed again and it's alright it feels good It's not so bad When she's just a touch away Nothing much is all I ask and it's alright, ok yes Light as a feather, oh yes Like a rosebud when the sun is high She opens up before my eyes and the light falls on her wet skin It's alright I'm just a touch away Nothing much is all I know and it's alright, oh yes Light as a feather, and just a touch away Put a finger to her lips again She cries with pleasure cries wih pain and it's alright It feels good It's not so bad We're just a touch away Nothing much is all I know Not too fast Not too slow and it's alright Soft as a feather and just a touch away |
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| 5:54 |
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Watch him ride into the sunset He'd have the little fat guy right along his side Echoing off the canyon, Hey Cisco from Pancho 'n' pretty soon the black sombrero would reply Hey Pancho what's happening mi amigo It's getting somewhere near the end, this winding trail When we've raced around the corner for the final dusty time Mr Renaldo 'n' Carillo's going to jail Can't open no more supermarkets Duncan's sombrero's hanging up there with his guns Some cigarro sucking slag under a chip Hollywood chandelier Says 'Cisco, Kid you know your day is done Let me know how you are doin' Mr Renaldo if you need me I could be a friend for life There don't seem any point ...we should throw 'way all these years Why don't we saddle up and ride out one more time What they doing to my friend What they doing to my man Don't matter when I'll stay to the end Hey Cisco Let's go out in style We're going down together |
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| 4:09 |
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Remind me to tell you bout the old silver miner name of hard rock Pete had his house built on a slope They say one of his legs lived in Calico Ther's a rumour going round that the other lived in hope So I walked in the room and I stopped I turned around and looked over my shoulder And a voice close beside me said You'd better watch your head the party's over It wasn't long before the waitress came over and said Can I freshen up your drink and have you heard of these boys and if you feel included to buy some cowboy boots Well it's not that bad we can talk above the noise So I sucked on my beer Shut my eyes and tried to listen to the words I know I missed the meaning but the message was something I'd already heard Johnny Ringo's voice is getting deeper and now he's going to put another lock on the door The night is getting later My head is getting lighter The mood is getting darker Tequila's being poured So I smile at the old gunslinger in his frame on the wall as he pushed back his hat And it's all coming back I'd cut a long story short but it's much too late for that Somebody stole my guitar They took it from the back seat of my car I was sleeping in Memphis in my hotel room and somebody stole my guitar |
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| 4:44 |
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