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She walks into Smokey's
one hip at a time Like a broken field runner slippin' through the lines He likes the way she looks so he calls a little wife says don't wait up for me, I'll be workin late tonight. Wife hangs up the phone bursts into tears calls her sister up and cries get over here. Sister tells her boyfriend be back in awhile boyfriend wants a beer, the store is just a mile. Leaves the motor runnin' he'll only be a minute, his car drives away with teenagers in it. Driver tells his buddies, got one life to live they scream into the night, lets get it over with. Chorus: Cause and effect, chain of events, all of the chaos makes perfect sense, when we're spinnin' round, things come undone. Welcome to the earth, third rock from the sun. The kid guns the gas, car starts to swerve Heads for a semi-truck, jumps the curb Truck hits a bigboy in the Shoney's parking lot Flies through the air, takes out the bank clock Clock strikes a light pole, transformer sparks lines go down, town goes dark. Waitress calls the cops says she saw it all swears a giant alien has landed at the mall Cops ring up the mayor says there's panic in the street, hate to wake you up but we cant find the chief, mayor says use your head, if he ain't in his car he's hiding from his wife, down at Smokey's bar Chorus X2 Welcome to Earth third rock from the sun. X3 |
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| 3:32 |
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you could've kissed me, like this wasnt gonna last
kept me from saying something I'll never take back you could have held me like there was no chance of me waking up where I am you could have stop short of every dream I've ever had (chorus) so help me girl you've gone too far its way too late to save my heart the way it feels each time we touch I know Ive never been so loved and I can't help myself so help me girl you had to be there when that old sun came up makin last night feel like a vision of things yet to come you just had to hold me like nobody else now look what you've gone and done you had to love me till I couldnt get enough (chorus) 2x now I cant help myself so help me girl |
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| 3:55 |
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He plays guitar at a hotel bar
For out of towners and business men He struts and sings to his drum machine But he won't make it big at the Holiday Inn But she thinks that he looks like Elvis When he runs his fingers through that jet black hair And sometimes she forgets an order 'Cause she's so struck by him that she stops and stares Chorus: They gotta love bigger than the Beatles Wild and free like a Rolling Stone They gotta love takes 'em higher than the Eagles Ain't life such a sweet sweet song Na na na na na Na na na na na Na na na na yeah yeah yeah She pours some drinks, loads up the sink And dreams of being a movie star Her mama said she'd knock 'em dead But Hollywood hasn't called so far But he thinks she's as pretty as a picture When she wipes down tables in her apron strings And sometimes he forgets a chorus 'Cause she's shining like a beauty on the silver screen Chorus No you won't find their names on the walk of fame But they ain't missing much 'Cause when the lights go down on tinsel town All you need is love Chorus |
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| 3:20 |
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The only the thing I see ahead is
Just the heat a rising off the road The rainbows I've been chasing keep on fading before I find my pot of gold But more and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures that I'll ever know Are long ago and far behind and wrapped up in my memories of home Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy row between my toes Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and mom would sing amazing grace While she hung out the clothes, Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper on the stove My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm always going home Now the miles I put behind me ain't as hard as the miles that lay ahead And its much too late to listen to the words of wisdom that my daddy said The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand winding roads, My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm always going home. Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy row between my toes Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and mom would sing amazing grace While she hung out the clothes, Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper on the stove My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm always going home Yeah, the straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand winding roads, My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm always going home. |
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| 3:41 |
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I could tell he'd had a tough life
By the way he sat and stared And me, I'd come to push and shove So I pulled up a chair. We talked of roads untraveled We talked of love untrue Of strings that come unraveled We were kings and kindred fools And just when I'd hit bottom That old man raised his glass And said at least we had our chances There's those who never have. So here's to all the soldiers Who have ever died in vain The insane locked up in themselves The homeless down on Main To those who stand on empty shores And spit against the wind And those who wait forever For ships that don't come in. He said it's only life's illusions That bring us to this bar To pick up these old crutches And compare each other's scars 'Cuz the things we're calling heartache Hell, they're hardly worth our time We bitch about a dollar When there's those without a dime. And as he ordered one last round He said I guess we can't complain God made life a gamble And we're still in the game. So here's to all the soldiers Who have ever died in vain The insane locked up in themselves The homeless down on Main To those who stand on empty shores And spit against the wind And those who wait forever For ships that don't come in. |
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| 2:43 |
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| 8. |
| 3:43 |
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If You Want Me To - Joe Diffie
Darlin' I'll pack up my clothes Take my heart on down the road I'll even make believe I don't love you. Lose my mind, go insane, turn my face to the pourin' rain There's nothin' I wouldn't do if you want me to. But I'd rather stay around and love you And be the one to make your dreams come true But if it takes good-bye to make you happy Then I'll just walk away if you want me to. If there's no way to make it work I'll find a way to hide the hurt I'll do my best to do what's best for you. I'll just take your memory and disappear quietly Quit acting like a fool if you want me to. But I'd rather stay around and love you And be the one to make your dreams come true But if it takes good-bye to make you happy Then I'll just walk away if you want me to. Ohh if it takes good-bye to make you happy Then I'll just walk away if you want me to. |
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| 3:36 |
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Well, I got my first truck when I was three
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees Hauled marbles and rocks and thought twice before I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door She tried to pay me with a kiss and I began to understand There's something women like about a pickup man When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks My first car was a pickup truck I was cruising the town and the first girl I seen Was Bobbie Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab And said, "I never knew you were a pickup man" You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man Most Friday nights I can be found In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge Backed into my spot at the drive-in show You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand 'Cause there's something women like about a pickup man You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man A bucket of rust or a brand new machine Once around the block and you'll know what I mean You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man Yeah, there's something women like about a pickup man |
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| 3:46 |
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Well I ain't afraid of die'n,It's the though of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest You can put my mind to ease if you fill my last request Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just let my headstone be a neon sign Just let in burn in memory of all of my good times Fix me up with a manican just remember i like blondes Ill be the life of the party even when im dead and gone Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just make your next selection and while your still in line You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Oh prop me up beside the jukebox if I die |
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