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It's so easy to slip It's so easy to fall And let your memory drift And do nothin' at all All the love that you missed All the people that you can't recall Do they really exist at all Well my whole world seems so cold today All the magics's gone away And our time together melts away Like the sad melody I play Well I don't want to drift forever In the shadow of your leaving me So I'll light another cigarette And try to remember to forget It's so easy to slip It's so easy to fall And let your memory drift And do nothin' at all All the love that you missed All the people that you can't recall Do they really exist at all |
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| 2:57 |
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I been warped by the rain
Driven by the snow I'm drunk and dirty, don't ya know And I'm still, oh, I'm still I'm out on the road late at night I see my pretty Alice in every headlight Alice, Dallas Alice I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Now I've driven the back roads So I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me weed, whites, and wine Then you show me a sign I'll be willin' to be movin' Now I smuggled some smokes And folks from Mexico Baked by the sun Almost every time I go to Mexico And I'm willin' And I've been kicked by the wind Robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in But I'm still on my feet And I'm willin', oh, I'm willin' And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads So I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me weed, whites, and wine And then you show me a sign I'll be willin' to be movin' |
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| 2:52 |
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There's a lady in a turban, in a cocaine tree
She does a dance so rhythmically She's cryin', and a-singin' and having a time And don't that cocaine tree look fine You've got to put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes Jedidiah, he's got a dime Says he catch a more fish, every time Well I got a line, and you got a pole And I'll meet you at the fishin' hole You've got to put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes [guitar solo] Doctor, doctor, I feel so bad This is the worst day I ever had He said, have you this misery a very long time? Well if you are ill, ball it on the line You've got to put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes |
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| 3:48 |
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Well they say that time loves a hero
But only time will tell If he's real he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he was sent here from hell Hear me well Seeing ain't always believing Just make sure it's the truth that you're seeing Eyes sometimes lie, eyes sometimes lie They can be real deceiving I got an uncle in Puerto Rico Spends his days in the sun And his nights in the casinos He left the States many years ago Took a fishing boat to Puerto Rico Now my aunt she is sad and lonely She'll never know that she drove him away As a coward I admire his courageous ways Well they say that time loves a hero But only time will tell If he's real he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he's a mouthpiece from hell Some say my uncle that he's a zero His life as a shell, he left it back at Stateside I'd say he's doing well without his shell Bumming 'round the beaches of Puerto Rico The beauty of the sunrise and sunset To his friends he wish he could tell They're at home still running for bells Better San Juan than that blue collar hell Well they say that time loves a hero But only time will tell If he's real he's a legend from heaven If he ain't he was sent here from hell |
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| 5. |
| 3:16 |
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(Live - Waiting for Columbus)
Well I was buffalo-ed in Buffalo And I was entertained in Houston New York, New York you gotta choose one It's a tripe face boogie Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah yeah Well I, I don't want your money And I don't want your time, Please don't jive me Honey And I'll give you, give you back your dime It's a hype face boogie Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah I don't dig potato chips And I can't take torts (?) Got to tripe my guacamole baby It's quackers and tripe my sauce It's a hype face boogie Going to boogie my scruples away yeah Hype boogie, hype boogie All night long... (Solos) You bring your guitar I'll bring the wine Gonna tripe my guacamole baby Just a one more time It's a hype face boogie And I say 'lookout'! |
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