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Dig a slow hole to China
Like a Bangkok miner No turn un-stoned I tremble Hold my candle's handle Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole My blue cow Gotta get her back here somehow My brown bag Never gonna guess what I have Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole If it's too shallow then dig it more deep If it's too narrow then dig it more wide If you see a point of light Shake hands with the other side If it's too shallow then dig it more deep If it's too narrow then dig it more wide If you see the point of light Shake hands with the other side A lighthouse in Kentucky Oh I should be so lucky Sell fill dirt to the groundlings And water to the drowning Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole |
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They landed in Manhattan
With rifles and hatchets Screeching 'bout the living dead Eatin' all the fodder Like there wasn't a tomorrow As they feared, how they feared, how they feared Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime Causin' more commotion With that steam locomotion On the flyin' country mile Blisters by the fistfulls 'Til the foreman blows the whistle And drinkin' whiskey all the while Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime Get up on the chuckwagon If your feet are draggin' Get up on the chuckwagon If your feet are draggin' Get up on the chuckwagon If your feet are draggin'-yeah! Well they landed on Europa And it's colder than Dakota But they took the bull by the horns For the frozen ocean Foreman has himself the notion "This ain't nothing we ain't done before!" Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime |
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| 2:50 |
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The killers, scylla, and the limping fool all beggars play by the beggar's own rules On sea of destruction
All right A sea destruction Blackest jackets of their burning books A lecher loves what a lecher should On a sea destruction All right A sea of destruction Build your ship and sail across the sea of flame Leviathans will guide you into where they say Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time And proper paupers are of sound body and mind Greenest genius of the fallen fool All the beggars play by beggars' own rules On a sea of destrction Build your ship and saill across the sea of flame Leviathans will guide you into where they say Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time And proper paupers are of sound body and in mind |
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| 5:24 |
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Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to Virginia, Fairfax It wasn't weird enough So I went west to Oregon All I, All I wonder While I run Is what's, is what's Next on my agenda I made a ruckus with a succubus Before she knew I was amphibious She threw her hands up and started to scream "Man you look like your straight outta V." All I, all I wonder While I run Is what's, is what's Next on my agenda (spoken) And so it was that I, a wayward throwback to the Mesozoic, was enslaved as a circus freak to entertain you drunken monkeys. But Fate still had her twisted sense of humor and she granted me safe passage to sunny Florida, where for over the past 300 years now I have been breeding with an unheard of efficiency. And soon my progeny will rise up and say "Hail Draco, king of the dragon men!" I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil In the summertime come my children "For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!" I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil In the summertime come my children "For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!" |
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| 2:39 |
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Under dogwood blooms
Miss widow on her loom Eating peaches & cream Observer hums a haunting melody You've got an easy breezy wind at your back Most of the time If you do not understand very few do So don't feel bad Easy breezy beautiful colored world I'm in love with you R-O-Y-G-B-I-V Your colors are a comedy Woman waiting for dawn After the deer are gone Dandelions holding dew As indigo brightens to blue You've got an easy breezy wind at your back Most of the time If you do not understand very few do So don't feel bad Easy breezy beautiful colored world I'm in love with you R-O-Y-G-B-I-V Your colors are a comedy |
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| 4:00 |
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You look so good while you're riding
On your pterodactyl Storming castles with abandon And rainbows by fistfuls Now lets go dancing madly backwards While on a sea of air Everyone I hear is saying Captain Peon will be there When we go carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag And we will not obey Carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag Now we will have our way Wasn't I? Or was it shadow? A trick of light in play Leaving me to see that I saw The garden from whence we came But I'm not saying anything That hasn't been said before You may hear it now if you wish to Put an ear against the floor Then we go carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag And we will not obey Carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag Now we will have our way Now we will have it! On the hills of charming dragons There is snow falling everywhere Sorcerers bring a new Sun And we will soon be there Then we go carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag And we will not obey Carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag Now we will have our way Now we will have it! |
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| 6:42 |
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| 3:17 |
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Blackjack booted demons
Have surrounded my home Got dogs and 'copters and keep ringing my phone Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it's them or me Oh, but one things for certain Willie Nelson only smokes killer weed Now they're breaking my windows Banging on my doors Got me down and hog-tied Rifling through my drawers Boss demon tells me Oh how he would like to kill me Save your bullets tough guy My disease does that for free Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it's them or me Oh, but one things for certain Willie Nelson only smokes killer weed Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it's them or me Oh, but one things for certain Willie Nelson only smokes the greenest green Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it's them or me Oh, but one things for certain Willie Nelson only smokes killer weed |
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| 3:55 |
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| 11. |
| 4:57 |
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Oh, I seen him walkin'
On down that road He got a broken push cart With a heavy load Oh, Lord have mercy Upon my wicked soul Ah, he looked right at me With his eyes of coal It's the hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Ah, he'll sell you liquids To cure that whooping cough And fine liniments At a poor man's cost Ah, but when your time is up boy And you feel that chill He will come softly knocking To collect his bill It's the hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Oh, I seen him walkin' On down that road He got a broken white man With a heavy load Oh, Lord have mercy Upon my foolish soul It is so cold and dark Behind these eyes of coal It's the hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Operate Operate Operate |
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| 3:35 |
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Well, my senses are sharpened
I'm half in the bag I got a Cheshire smile and A five cent rag. Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye faithful Abandon all ye hope Abandon all ye faithful It's the day of the jackalope Well, I heard about your problems With your old man Well, he's a non-issue As fast as I can Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye people Abandon all ye hope Abandon all ye people It's the day of the jackalope Well, the leaves blow in circles In my footsteps Like the mouth of a river I have no regrets Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye people Abandon all ye hope Abandon all ye people It's the day of the jackalope |
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