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No Time
04:26
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Burning the candle at both ends leaves no time to think,
To kill one flame, it’s to slow the burn
Hittin’ it hard every night when the sun goes down my girl
You know I’m always around, I’m in some other town
I can’t say where I’ll be come this time next week
I know I won’t be here, I know I won’t be home
I’ve lost so much of myself, I wonder now
Am I really what all these people see
I’ve got no time to think, the time that I’ve let go
I’ve got no time to think, the time you’ve spent alone
I’ve got no time to think of the years I know all the times with you
How they come and go
Got no time to think, the time that I’ve let go
Ten years gone and I’m on my way to a million miles
You know they don’t come free you know they roll by slow
I’d be lyin’ if I said that I did not love my work
You know I love you too, now it’s time to go
I’ve got no time to think, the time that I’ve let go
I’ve got no time to think, the time you’ve spent alone
I’ve got no time to think, the years I know all the times with you
How they come and go
Got no time to think, the time that i’ve let go
I’ve got no time to think, the time that I’ve let go
I’ve got no time to think, the time you’ve spent alone
I’ve got no time to think, the years I know all the times with you
How they come and go
Got no time to think, the time that I’ve let go
Burning the candle at both ends leaves no time to think
To kill one flame, will slow the burn
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Wake Up Becki
03:34
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Wake up Becki, I’ve got something to say
Listen to me, let’s try this one more day
I know it’s late now, but you know I just can’t sleep
Wake up Becki, won’t you talk to me
Wake up Becki, oh now listen to me please
Understand now, I’m down on my knees
You’ve gotta believe me when I say my love is true
Wake up Becki, all I want is you
I need to hear your voice, you know I’m all alone
And this is what I’d say to you if you’d pick up that phone
You must be fast asleep not thinking about me or you’re already gone
Wake up Becki, Becki I’m almost home
Wake up Becki, oh I know it’s been too long
Since I’ve held you, and I know you’ve been strong
Don’t you worry, I may be gone for a week or two
Wake up Becki, I’m coming home to you
I need to hear your voice, you know I’m all alone
And this is what I’d say to you if you’d pick up that phone
You must be fast asleep not thinking about me or you’re already gone
Wake up Becki, Becki I’m almost home
Wake up Becki, Becki I’m almost home
Wake up Becki
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Hippies & Cowboys
05:01
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Well I started on the whiskey pretty early this morning
That’s alright, I was up all night
But I passed out before the sun came up
I really wanted to see one of those
I know that’s no way for a man to behave
With a mortgage and a baby on the way
But somehow I made it to where I’m at
It’s been a livin’ as a matter of fact
I get a bad attitude from being tired and running round
I never ask for anyone to say they like my sound
I’ve never been a part of any musical scenes
I ain’t just talking Nashville, if you know what I mean
They don’t write about me in their magazines
And I don’t ask for no reviews on the songs that I sing
I never had a lot of friends and I’m alright about that
But people keep on comin’ back
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
They don’t care about no trends
The don’t care about songs that sell
Yeah, tomorrow i’ll be gone
so tonight everybody just sing along
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
I’ve been standing on the outside for all of my life
But I like the view, I’m not gonna lie
Yeah, the yuppies and the hipster
And the wannabe scenes
That ain’t down home to me
I like two dollar beers
I like three dollar wells
At some old honky tonk bar that I know by the smell
Some old drunk on a bar stool on a Merle Haggard tune
That’s my kind of room
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
They don’t care about no trends
The don’t care about songs that sell
Yeah, tomorrow i’ll be gone
so tonight everybody just sing along
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
They don’t care about no trends
The don’t care about songs that sell
Yeah, tomorrow i’ll be gone
so tonight everybody just sing along
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
And I’ll be raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
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65 Days in L.a.
03:49
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All I did was drink all day in that Hell they call LA
A southern born man wants a gun in his hand
When he sees how they run that place
Never say I’m better than anyone, ‘cause Lord knows that I’m not
But that California summer wasn’t that hot
We went out there searchin’ for something’, instead we all got lost
We were headin’ out west and the plans were goin’ south
Never counted no cost
By the time I hit Arizona, I was on my way to see
65 days in LA is enough for me
And I would drink til the sun came up and I was trying to find myself
But it’s hard to find yourself in a state like that
I was born a running man and anywhere I’m free
But 65 days in LA is enough for me
Been a few good folks out there, any and everywhere
We were runnin’ down the same things, all about insane
Think’ we’d find them out there
Steppin’ over bums on the sidewalk to get back to my front door
And by the middle of August, couldn’t take anymore
So I loaded up what little I had left and I bought two packs of smokes
I was haulin’ back to my girl, all back to my home
I was born a running man and anywhere I’m free
But 65 days in LA is enough for me
65 days anywhere is too much for me
Too much for me
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Somewhere in the Middle
04:59
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Couldn’t have ever dawned on me, all the things that I would be,
I never really looked out quite that far
It’s never been a simple thing, to see the world with a young man’s brain
With an old man’s heart, restless soul
Yeah, my family went broke in the eighteenth year
Dad took a job many miles from here that
That was alright by me I was on my own
I had a band, found a job, life was alright
I worked when I had to, we played all the time
Only got through that first year of college alright
But I learned more on the freight docks
Driving forklifts on the 3 o’clock AM shift
In the winter time, man it got cold
Selling guitars on the west coast
Going hungry, chasin’ ghost around
And around we would go
And I saw it all tendin’ bar at night
Treatin’ saints and sinners right
Is a good thing to do all the time
You never know who you’re talkin’ to
But always know who’s watching you
Keep your feet movin’ straight down the line
I’ve known a lot of real good men, grad school or no school
I’ve called ‘em my friends, I’m
I’m somewhere in the middle and that’s just fine
No, I don’t give a damn how much money you make
If your last shirt has pockets, take all you can take I’m
Well, I’m goin’ out with nothin’ like I came in
‘Cause I learned more on the freight docks
Driving forklifts on the 3 o’clock AM shift
In the winter time, man it got cold
Selling guitars on the west coast
Going hungry, chasin’ ghost around
And around we would go
And I saw it all tendin’ bar at night
Treatin’ saints and sinners right
Is a good thing to do all the time
You never know who you’re talkin’ to
But always know who’s watching you
Keep your feet movin’ straight down the line
But I learned more on the freight docks
Driving forklifts on the 3 o’clock AM shift
In the winter time, man it got cold
Selling guitars on the west coast
Going hungry, chasin’ ghost around
And around we would go
And I saw it all tendin’ bar at night
Treatin’ saints and sinners right
Is a good thing to do all the time
You never know who you’re talkin’ to
But always know who’s watching you
Keep your feet movin’ straight down the line
Somewhere in the middle is just fine
Somewhere in the middle is just fine
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6. |
Been Around
02:57
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I don't run from guilt you see
my conscience lets me know at least
a thousand times or better every day
Things I've done mistakes I've made
raised feelings I'll lay in some grave
if ever I am finally laid to rest
If there's time to pray before I die
I pray dear Lord you know that I
was a righteous man that somehow lost his way
Face me down when I shall pass
so the world can kiss my ass
and Hell can't come and get me from behind
I've danced in the flames
and I've been burned
I've walked on the harder side of life
I've takin' all the wrong turns
I've been around
I've been down
and I've been wasted
I fight with myself, sometimes I lose
I got me an angel on my shoulder but I've got the devil too
I get down I get around I get wasted
Twenty-seven years along
I've tried to make them right all wrong
and I've nearly died a few times on my way
Well, I've seen the face of God first hand
and I've danced with the devil man
I've needed help and grab for both of their hands
I've danced in the flames
and I've been burned
I've walked on the harder side of life
I've takin' all the wrong turns
I've been around
I've been down
And I've been wasted
I fight with myself sometimes I lose
I got me an angel on my shoulder but I've got the devil too
I get down I get around I get wasted
I fight with myself, sometimes I lose
I got me an angel on my shoulder but I've got the devil too
I get down I get around I get wasted
I don't run from guilt you see
my conscience lets me know at least
a thousand times or better every day
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Last Call for the Blues
05:38
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You're good for nothing, it's what they always say
I can't say no different, look at me today
Always in and out of trouble, an enemy of the state
Why I can't I get my act together, dollar short, a day late
And they say why you don't quit drinkin'
You're always acting like a clown
We all see your ships been sinkin'
Just slowly goin' down
You've been runnin' for so long
You ain't got no time to lose
You better right in all your wrongs
Last call for the blues
Yeah the first step, it's admitting, then it's one day at a time
Don't you dare deny it, you're way past your prime
You better start to look ahead, what's done is dead and gone
There ain't no wisdom in that whiskey, there's only sadness in your song
And they say why you don't quit drinkin'
You're always acting like a clown
We all see your ships been sinkin'
Just slowly goin' down
You've been runnin' for so long
You ain't got no time to lose
You better right in all your wrongs
Last call for the blues
And they say why you don't quit drinkin'
You're always acting like a clown
We all see your ships been sinkin'
Just slowly goin' down
You've been runnin' for so long
You ain't got no time to lose
You better right in all your wrongs
Last call for the blues
You better right all your wrongs
Last call for the blues
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Curse the Sky
03:06
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Sometimes in the summer, it'll lightnin', it'll thunder
But the rain don't seem to come it rolls on by
Thunder sounds like laughter, as the lightning hits the pasture
And you know that land has been dry for some time
And it burns, and it burns, oh it burns
The river it stopped flowin' back through town some time ago
And the train tracks rest below a bed of weeds
The truck stop shut its door on the day that oil hit a hundred and four
Dollars a barrel
y’all then the grocery store came next and then the bank
And it burns, oh it burns, it burns
Oh it burns, yeah it burns, oh it burns
You do the things you know to just to make it day by day
You can hear the kids a cryin', but there's just no time to play
You work the way you know how just the way you've always done
And you'd like to curse the skies that bring no rain and block the sun
And it burns
Sometimes when it's rainin' and there seems there ain't no stoppin'
And a storm surge rushes past and all goes down
That river roars with laughter as it strips away the pasture and the home you built
And work for your own hands
And it rains, oh it rains, yeah it rains
And it rains, oh it rains, yeah it rains
You do the things you know to just to make it by the day
You can hear the kids a cryin' but there's just no time to play
You work the way you know how just the way you've always done
And you'd like to curse the skies that bring the rain and block the sun
And it rains
Sometimes in the summer it'll lightnin', it'll thunder
But the rain don't seem to come it rolls on by
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They don't want you none Virginia, why don't you just go on home
I'm not being fair Virginia, I'd rather see you all alone
This old town is the way you left it, and sleep is good when you can get it
Love letters and cigarettes
it's been three years and I can't forget,
and wrap this chain around my neck for good
I memorized every word you wrote
and each night they go up in smoke
and I'm gonna die or I'm gonna choke it's true
I'm still not done with you
Oh no I'm still not done with you
The big screen waits for you, Virginia
It's where I wanted you to be
When it came to being with you
This place just wouldn't let go of me
Every road and every stop light
I see your face on a good night
Love letters and cigarettes
it's been three years and I can't forget
and wrap this chain around my neck for good
I memorized every word you wrote
and each night they go up in smoke
and I'm gonna die or I'm gonna choke it's true
I'm still not done with you
Oh no, I'm still not done with you
Every road and every stop light
I see your face on a good night
Love letters and cigarettes
it's been three years and I can't forget
and wrap this chain around my neck for good
I memorized every word you wrote
and each night they go up in smoke
and I'm gonna die or I'm gonna choke it's true
I'm still not done with you
Oh no I'm still not done with you
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10. |
Less Wise
03:22
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Time is gold and it only goes by in waves of strangers
Along the way sometimes strangers make your friends
Well, I'm gettin' old and my friends don't come around like they used to
We've stopped actin' like we've got somethin' to prove
My old friend Jake, yeah man, we made some noise in those barrooms
Who'd have thought he'd be the first one with a son
And I like to think that guy we all call McKinney
He was there at my worst and Lord knows he's helped me on
It's been a few years since I’ve seen that Matthews boy
He's still livin' down in Houston, still never callin’ back when I phone
Every now and then I'll stop and I'll have a few with Vinny
You know we laugh about the old times, at least those we recall
It's always c'est la vie, try not to miss the forest for the trees
And now we're what we did not think we'd be
A little bit older, a little less wise
You get a little older and a lot less wise
Time is gold and it only goes by in waves of strangers
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11. |
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Well I started on the whiskey pretty early this morning
That’s alright, I was up all night
But I passed out before the sun came up
I really wanted to see one of those
I know that’s no way for a man to behave
With a mortgage due and a baby on the way
But somehow I made it to where I’m at
It’s been a living as a matter of fact
I get a bad attitude from being tired and running ‘round
I never ask for anyone to say they like my sound
I’ve never been a part of any bullshit scene
No, I ain’t just talkin’ Nashville, if you know what I mean?
They don’t write about me in their magazines
I don’t ask for no reviews on no songs that I sing
No, I’ve never had a lot of friends and I’m alright by that
But people keep on comin’ back
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
They don’t care about no trends
The don’t care about songs that sell
Yeah, tomorrow i’ll be gone
so tonight everybody just sing along
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
I’ve been standin’ on the outside for all of my life
And I like the view, I’m not gonna lie
The yuppies and the hipsters
And the wannabe scenes
You know that ain’t down home to me
Well, I like two dollar beers, I like three dollar wells
In some old honky-tonk bar that I know by the smell
Some old drunk on a bar stool on a Merle Haggard tune
That’s my kind of room
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
They don’t care about no trends
The don’t care about songs that sell
Yeah, tomorrow i’ll be gone
so tonight everybody just sing along
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
They don’t care about no trends
The don’t care about songs that sell
Yeah, tomorrow i’ll be gone
so tonight everybody just sing along
Raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
And I’ll be raisin’ Hell with the hippies and the cowboys
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Couldn’t have ever dawned on me,
all the things that I would be,
I never really looked out quite that far
It’s never been a simple thing,
to see the world with a young man’s brain
With an old man’s heart, restless soul
Yeah, my family went broke in my eighteenth year
Dad took a job many miles from here that
That was alright by me, I was on my own
I had a band, found a job, life was alright
I worked when I had to, we played all the time
Only got through that first year of college alright
But I learned more on the freight docks
Driving forklifts on the 3 o’clock AM shift
In the winter time, man it got cold
Selling guitars on the west coast
Going hungry, chasin’ ghosts around
And around we would go
And I saw it all tendin’ bar at night
Treatin’ saints and sinners right
Is a good thing to do all the time
You never know who you’re talkin’ to
But always know who’s watching you
Keep your feet movin’ straight down the line
I’ve known a lot of real good men, grad school or no school
I’ve called ‘em my friends, I’m
I’m somewhere in the middle and that’s just fine
No, I don’t give a damn how much money you make
If your last shirt has pockets, take all you can take I’m
Well, I’m goin’ out with nothin’ like I came in
Cause I learned more on the freight docks
Driving forklifts on the 3 o’clock AM shift
In the winter time, man it got cold
Selling guitars on the west coast
Going hungry, chasin’ ghosts around
And around we would go
And I saw it all tendin’ bar at night
Treatin’ saints and sinners right
Is a good thing to do all the time
You never know who you’re talkin’ to
But always know who’s watching you
Keep your feet movin’ straight down the line
And I learned more on the freight docks
Driving forklifts on the 3 o’clock AM shift
In the winter time, man it got cold
Selling guitars on the west coast
Going hungry, chasin’ ghosts around
And around we would go
And I saw it all tendin’ bar at night
Treatin’ saints and sinners right
Is a good thing to do all the time
You never know who you’re talkin’ to
But always know who’s watching you
Keep your feet movin’ straight down the line
Yeah and somewhere in the middle is just fine
Yeah somewhere in the middle is just fine
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I've got a good woman at home
Lord she thinks I do no wrong
But sometimes, Lord, she just ain't always around
And you know that's when I fall
And I can't help myself at all
And I get whiskey bent and hell bound
Play a song about a ramblin' man
And put a cold one in my hand
'Cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds
Don't you play Your Cheatin' Heart
That would tear me all apart
And I get whiskey bent and hell bound
Yeah, sure enough about closin' time
Lord, I'm 'bout stoned out of my mind
And I end up with a honky tonk special I found
but sure enough as the mornin sun comes
Lord I'm thinkin' of my sweet girl at home
And I need to get whiskey bent and hell bound
Play me the songs about a ramblin' man
Put old Jim Beam in my hand
'Cause you know I still love to get drunk and hear country sounds
But don't you play, I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
I get all bottled up Inside
And I get whiskey bent and hell bound
Yeah, old Hank's songs
Always make me feel low down
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