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He was walkin' through the alley way
Where the drifters sleep and the wild dogs play The moon was black, the sky was grey He thought he was alone She was waiting at the rose hotel across the street from the wishing well Turned the latch and broke a nail Checked her mobile phone Chorus Sometimes you run, sometimes you stall Sometimes you don't get up at all Sometimes you run, sometimes you fall He bought a ticket on the uptown train Got off at 8th and Birmingham Wondered if she gave a damn about him anymore She hadn't seen him in a year or so Why he called she did not know She had the oldies on the radio and someone at the door Chorus He threw a nickle in the wishin' well crossed the street to The Rose Hotel Got no answer when he rang the bell So he gave a little shout Tiny watchman with a baseball bat A cheap cigar and a persian cat Told him it was too bad that she had just checked out Chorus |
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Days full of rain
sky's comin' down again I get so tired of these same old blues same old song Baby, it won't be long 'fore I be tyin' on my flyin' shoes flyin' shoes till I be tyin' on my flyin' shoes Spring only sighed summer had to be satisfied fall is a feelin' that I just can't lose. I'd like to stay maybe watch a winter day turn the green water to white and blue flyin' shoes flyin' shoes till I be tyin' on my flyin' shoes The mountain moon forever sets too soon bein' alone is all the hills can do alone and then her silver sails again and they will follow in their flyin' shoes flyin' shoes they will follow in their flyin' shoes Days full of rain skys comin' down again I get so tired of the same old blues same old song Baby, it won't be long till I be tyin' on my flyin' shoes flyin' shoes till I be tyin' on my flyin' shoes |
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VERSE1
She wasn't bad. She wasn't good. She was just what she was. She had a thing makes a man, do the things he does. She had a way. A special way, to speak without a word. I swear to you, this very day, that this is how it all occurred. CHORUS We was: Throwin rocks in the river, counting ties on the track Thinking life could not be better and living in a shack. Feeling love for one another, deep down in our bones. Standing by the water, throwing rocks n skipping stones. VERSE 2 I was raised, in New Orleans. She was born in Jacksonville. And for a time, to me it seemed , she made the world stand still. CHORUS Throwin rocks in the river, counting ties on the track Thinking life could not be better and living in a shack. Feeling love for one another, deep down in our bones. Standing by the water, throwing rocks n skipping stones. VERSE 3 I came home late and I caught her, with a man from out of town. Now I wait beside the water for the flood to take me down. CHORUS Throwin rocks in the river, counting ties on the track Pouring gas on her letters and setting fire to the shack. Screaming bloody murder, leaving nothing but the bones. Standing by the water, throwing rocks n skipping stones. I am Standing by the water, yeah, throwing rocks n skipping stones. |
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10000 chinese walk into a bar
Order upa beer The barman says, its funny you know We don?t get many Chinese in here I don?t know if i got it right maybe no one knows Its just a joke i heard one night And that?s the way it goes I ll have one Grab a chair and stay all night Make yourself at home I may be wrong but that?s alright I am not alone A little man in this little town He wears a lot of hats He always out tom cattin around Hes? got a thing for cats I aint seen him with a cat So aint really sure But listen close cause when he talks Sometimes you hear him purr There aint a cure Grab a chair and stay all night Make yourself at home I may be wrong but that?s alright I am not alone Another man he loved duct tape He made a duct tape suit And he had duct tape from the top of his hat To the heel of his cowboy boot And when he died they buried him Down in that cold cold ground And they stuff him in that pine box boy And then they taped him down I was out of town Grab a chair and stay all night Make yourself at home I may be wrong but that?s alright I am not alone And then there was this Irishman Who, uh, stayed drunk all time Im sorry friend i screwed that up I told you the punch line Anyway i got to split There just about to close But ill be back tomorrow night Cause that the way it goes Yeah that?s the way it goes |
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I am the king of burning daylight, and holdin' my own
I've been doin', alright, leaving well enough alone My Daddy told me, I was lazy, my momma said, I love you too I kind of Like just, doin' Nothing, It's something that I do I kind of like just, doin' Nothing, It's something that I do I read the sports page, make some coffee, turn the TV on I feed the gold Fish, fix a sandwich, ignore the telephone My baby tells me, you're so lazy, my baby say, we love you too I kind of Like just, doin' Nothing, it's something that I do *background* (He kind of Likes just doin' Nothing), It's something that I do I got a cabin, and a campfire, stars up in the sky "sky" echoes I've got a ummm, good hearted woman, I think I'm getting by I tell my baby, I am the ?barritz?, my baby says you love me too I kind of Like just doin' Nothing, It's something that I do *background* (He kind of Likes just doin' Nothing), It's something that I do Alright ........ I love a clear day, a open highway, a lonesome fiddle tune I love a party, with friends and family, napping in the afternoon I might be lazy, I ain't crazy, I love my baby, she loves me too I kind of Like, just doin' Nothing, It's something that I do I kind of Like, *background* (He kind of Likes just doin' Nothing), just doin' Nothing, It's Something that I do I kind of Like *background* (He kind of Likes just doin' Nothing), just doin' Nothing, It's Something that I do *background* (He kind of Likes just doin' Nothing), It's something that I do *background* (He kind of Likes just doin' Nothing), It's something that I do I kind of Like, just doin' Nothing, It's something that I do *background* (He kind of Likes just doin' Nothing), It's something that I do |
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We left New York City, with nuthin' but a song,
she'll be coming' 'round the mountain when she comes. We wound up in Woodstock, at an old time jamboree, came to see the man behind the drums. (Chorus) Levon digs the doghouse, playing in The Band, when he locks in to that backbeat it ain't hard to understand. Get your body movin', celebrate your soul, Levon digs the doghouse, that's sho-nuff rock and roll. Son of a plain dirt farmer, from southeast Arkansas, he was born in a bare ramblin' shoe. Up and down the highway, and all around the world, laying down the rhythm and the blues. (Chorus) We were hangin' from the rafters, singing every song, that big barn band was hot as it could be. Up there in the spotlight, the man behind the drums, was takin' all the load off for you and me. (Chorus) Yea, Levon digs the doghouse, that's sho-nuff rock and roll. |
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Where the open range
Meets the endless sky On a broad highway The Big trucks fly Purple neon sign Is flashing off and on Theres a vacancy Your almost home Chorus: The Village Inn Motel So affordable For a King or a Queen Clean and Comfortable If you aint been, you should go Village Inn Motel, in Challis, Idaho Midnight thunderstorm Is blowin into town Wind is kicking up Rain is falling down The years have come and gone Like lightin in the sky Here inside your room The world is safe and dry Chorus: The Village Inn Motel So afforadable For a King or a Queen Clean and Comfortable Free WiFi H-B-O Village Inn Motel, in Challis, Idaho |
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My wife took all the money, left me for a cop.
And I don't know nobody in this coffee shop. I'm starin' at the menu board, waitin' in a line, With ten bucks on my Starbucks card and one thing on my mind CHORUS: Is there wireless in heaven? I just wanna know. Do I need a password to log in when I go? And does Jesus have a website to send in my e-mail? Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell? I order mocha latte ginger jasmine tea. The pretty little cashier girl looks up and smiles at me; She says "it is an honor", she knows who I am, Her grandpa plays the guitar and he's my biggest fan. CHORUS: Is there wireless in heaven? I just wanna know. Do I need a password to log in when I go? And does Jesus have a website to send in my e-mail? Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell? I'm cosmically connected, spiritually aware. They say I'm apathetic, but I don't really care. Pathetically reflective, feeling over-matched, I wanna meet my maker with no wires attached. CHORUS: Is there wireless in heaven? I just wanna know. Do I need a password to log in when I go? Tell me will Jesus answer my e-mail? Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell? Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell? |
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