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| 1. |
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Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor And I'll show you how it all went down Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels And a good saloon in every single town Oh, and I remember something you once told me And I'll be damned if it did not come true Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down And they all lead me straight back home to you 'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country Across those prairies with the waves of grain And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee We flew straight across that river bridge, last night a half past two The switchman wave his lantern goodbye and so long as we went rolling through Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel And now I know just what I have to do And the man on the radio won't leave me alone He wants to take my money for something that I've never been shown And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee The news I could bring I met up with the king On his head an amphetamine crown He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt And lighted out for some desert town Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels And a good saloon in every single town Oh, but I remembered something you once told me And I'll be damned if it did not come true Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down And they all lead me straight back home to you Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down And they all lead me straight back home to you |
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| 2. |
| 5:03 |
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It was a $1000 wedding supposed to be held the other day and
With all the invitations sent The young bride went away When the groom saw people passing notes Not unusual, he might say But where are the flowers for my baby I'd even like to see her mean old mama And why ain't there a funeral, if you're gonna act that way I hate to tell you how he acted when the news arrived He took some friends out drinking and it's lucky they survived Well, he told them everything there was to tell there along the way And he felt so bad when he saw the traces of old lies still on their faces So why don't someone here just spike his drink Why don't you do him in some old way Supposed to be a funeral It's been a bad, bad day The Reverend Dr. William Grace Was talking to the crowd All about the sweet child's holy face and The saints who sung out loud And he swore the fiercest beasts Could all be put to sleep the same silly way And where are the flowers for the girl She only knew she loved the world And why ain't there one lonely horn and one sad note to play Supposed to be a funeral It's been a bad, bad day Supposed to be a funeral It's been a bad, bad day ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GRAM PARSONS <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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| 3. |
| 5:20 |
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This old town is filled with sin,
It'll swallow you in If you've got some money to burn. Take it home right away, You've got three years to pay But Satan is waiting his turn This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house. It seems like this whole town's insane On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain The scientists say It'll all wash away But we don't believe any more Cause we've got our recruits And our green mohair suits So please show you ID At the door. A friend came around. Tried to clean up this town, His ideas made some people mad. But he trusted his crowd, So he spoke right out loud And they lost the best friend they had On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain |
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| 4. |
| 3:30 |
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Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Every time I hit your crystal city You know you gonna make a wreck out of me Well, the first time I lose I drink whiskey Second time I lose I drink gin Third time I lose I drink anything Cause I think I'm gonna win Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me No Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Every time I hit your crystal city You know you gonna make a wreck out of me Well, the Queen of Spades is a friend of mine The Queen of Hearts is a bitch Someday when I clean up my mind I'll find out which is which Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Every time I hit your crystal city You know you gonna make a wreck out of me Well, I spend all night with the dealer Trying to get ahead Spend all day at the Holiday Inn Trying to get out of bed Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Every time I hit your crystal city You know you gonna make a wreck out of me ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GRECH, RIK / GRECH, RIK / PARSONS, GRAM <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BUG MUSIC</i> |
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| 5. |
| 4:15 |
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In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend That I'm getting the feel of hickory wind I started out younger at most everything All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring? But it makes me feel better each time it begins Callin' me home, hickory wind It's hard to find out that trouble is real In a far away city, with a far away feel But it makes me feel better each time it begins Callin' me home, hickory wind Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind |
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