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WIS-60
02:28
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I lit out on Route 60 in the afternoon
Tryin' to find a place to forget about you
Yeah, I loved you; yeah, I want nothing of you
I was playing through the old man's cassettes
Tappin' my foot and burnin' cigarettes on down
You can't take up all my time
You can't always be on my mind
As soon as I learn how to steer
I'll throw this truck into road gear
The passenger's seat gon' be empty for a while
For a long, long while (yeah!)
Route 60 got me thinkin' again
Silos grown over, barns caved in
Ain't nothin' goin' to last
But I'll remember the past
And think back on them good times we had
And every time they make me sad, I'll just take it for good luck
You can't take up all my time
You can't always be on my mind
As soon as I learn how to steer
I'll throw this truck into road gear
The passenger's seat gon' be empty for a while
For a long, long while (yeah!)
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2. |
Shit Attitude
03:38
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We stole your grandma's car
Rode down to Arkansas
You laid me under the stars, but
You go crazy at night
Night life no self-regard
Actin' like you had it hard
From all your parents' scars, but
No one cares now
You quit your runnin' 'round
Said you had to settle down
That shitty attitude you lost then found
Well that's your problem now
We stole your granny's car
Rode down to Arkansas
You fucked me under the stars, but
You go crazy at night
Night life no self-regard
Actin' like you had it hard
From all your parents' scars, but
No one cares now
You quit your runnin' 'round
Said you had to settle down
That shitty attitude you lost then found
Well that's your problem now
Ooh-ooh shit attitude
Ooh-ooh shit attitude
Ooh-ooh shit attitude
Ooh-ooh shit attitude
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3. |
Down on a Thing
05:03
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In a smoke-filled room sat a cutie and I
Sippin' our drinks, tradin' our eyes
Next I looked over, the girl she was gone
She was split to the juke to put her favorite tune on
She say, "Come on over, man, you know how to swing,
Take my hand and my hip, let's get down on this thing!"
Get down on a thing, down on a thing
Get down on a thing, down on a thing
Get down, get down, down on a thing
She pulled me out the back door 'round quarter to ten
Found a shady cut and motioned me in
Behind the trashcan reaching deep into her pocket
She produced a sweet-smellin' California rocket
Now, I don't smoke nothin', man, that I didn't bring
But she hollered, "Hit that shit, and let's get down on this thing!"
Get down on a thing, down on a thing
Get down on a thing, down on a thing
Get down, get down, down on a thing
Underneath her clothes she had dynamite
Highly explosive and ready to light
We closed our eyes, the choirs all sang
I strapped on my helmet and prepared for the bang
She stopped me right quick, said, "This ain't a cheap fling:
You ain't gettin' none till you get down on this thing!"
Get down on a thing, down on a thing
Get down on a thing, down on a thing
Get down, get down, down on a thing
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4. |
Broken n' Tokin'
05:07
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I drink to forget her
I smoke to remember
Now I'm a pack my bags
Head my ass somewhere warm
Before it hits December
I'm higher than a Georgia pine
Higher than a telephone line
Searchin' all through the clouds
Tryin' to find another heart
For she stole mine
Well, I'm broken
Lord, and I'm tokin'
She said goodbye
Left me in the sky
Now all's I got
Is this pile of regrets,
Missed opportunities, and
Left-handed cigarettes
I stare into the flame
Havin' no one but myself to blame
Her picture still sits on the piano
She watches me blow ringlets of smoke
At her face in the frame
All I see is empty handles
All I see is broken candles
Now I'll head down to Georgia
Where the only friends I got to my name
Is Jack and Charlie Daniels
Well, I'm broken
Lord, and I'm tokin'
She said goodbye
Left me in the sky
Now all's I got
Is this pile of regrets,
Missed opportunities, and
Left-handed cigarettes
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5. |
Midwestern Home
02:04
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No matter where I happen to roam
No place compare to home
Everyone has a dollar to loan
In my midwestern home
Stare up at every star in the sky
Get down to the Friday fish fry
Fireworks crackle on the fourth of July
And the throw up smell just like cherry pie
No matter where I happen to roam
No place compare to home
Everyone has a dollar to loan
In my midwestern home
A foreign tap always pops my balloon
I think to myself, "This ain't no proper saloon"
Back home, we ain't got silver spoons
Only some oversized pontoons
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6. |
Virginia Jean
03:46
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I met a girl named Virginia
On the River south of Moline
She said her daddy was some preachin' man
I said she was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen
She ate pork and beans
Talked real mean
Swung at her sister for dancin' with me
She could hustle most anybody
She wound up with all of my money
That Virginia Jean
That casino queen
You been doggin' me all around, girl
And down to New Orleans
God damn she could play a poker hand
She was only bettin' on them jacks
Winkin' from across the table
And bringin' in each of my stacks
She held my hand
Told me I'm her man
Filled me up with drinks till I could no longer stand
She smoked up all my damn keef
She had a booty beyond belief
That Virginia Jean
That casino queen
You been doggin' me all around, girl
And down to New Orleans
Come on, Virginia
Don't put up a fight
Come on, Virginia
Why don't you treat me right?
Come on, Virginia, Virgina, O Virgina!
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7. |
Flower Child
03:49
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It wasn't simple with us back then
You only listened to John Lennon
Talkin' wild 'bout the stars and the signs
And trashin' all the party lines
It broke me right up to know you'd never change
No, you ain't a hippie, you're just a flower child
You ain't nothin' but a flower child
I'd rather you break than keep on bending
Four more of Nixon is the ending
You done forgot the first rule of the street:
"Never carry more than you can eat"
It broke me right up to know you'd never change
No, you ain't a hippie, you're just a flower child
You ain't nothin' but a flower child
You know damn well, there ain't such a thing as free
When you got bread, you don't ever split it with me
No, you ain't a hippie
No, you ain't a hippie
No, you ain't a hippie
You ain't no goddamn hippie
You're just a flower child
You ain't nothin' but a flower child
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8. |
Crass
03:30
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Girl, why you be so crass?
Girl, why you act like that?
Girl, why you always talkin' back?
You steady givin' me a panic attack
Girl, why you be so crass?
Girl, why you act like that?
Girl, why you always talkin' back?
You steady givin' me a panic attack
I been waiting here all alone
Sittin' by my telephone
Wonderin' if you'll give me a call
Thinkin' you don't care for me at all
You stay out all of the night
You just ain't treatin' me right
You come back with all that brass
Why you gotta be so damn crass?
Girl, why you be so crass?
Girl, why you act like that?
Girl, why you always talkin' back?
You steady givin' me a panic attack
You steady givin' me
Girl, you're givin' me
You best check your tone with me
I gave you all my money and a family
Everytime you spill your glass
Every time you fall right on your ass
All you ever do is debate
Another night you come home late
But that's alright, in fact it's a gas
Why you gotta be so damn crass?
Girl, why you be so crass?
Girl, why you act like that?
Girl, why you always talkin' back?
You steady givin' me a panic attack
You steady givin' me
Girl, you're givin' me
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9. |
Crosstie Walker
04:21
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Long blade shinin' in the moonlight
Long blade shinin' in the moonlight
The crosstie walker held the long-bladed knife
The men circle 'round and 'round
The men circle 'round and 'round
The crosstie walker knock the other to the ground
All the mothers whisper behind the back of their hand
Ain't no good ever gon' come from a crosstie walkin' man
Hear that man scream and yell
Hear that man, how he scream and yell
The crosstie walker sent him straight to hell
All the mothers whisper behind the back of their hand
Ain't no good ever gon' come from a crosstie walkin' man
What the folks witnessed that night was a knife fight
One man's life got tooken, the other one come out alive
The call that man the crosstie walker, baby
He's the baddest man alive
All the mothers whisper behind the back of their hand
Ain't no good ever gon' come from a crosstie walkin' man
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10. |
Got Your Back
03:14
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Shufflin' down the road with my boots in the grass
I think my thumb's out, but it could be up my ass...
And all that's on my mind is the dealer that broke me down
I walked into his dealership
Told that asshole I was takin' a trip
And all I needed were wheels to get me to Memphis
He said, "Son, I got the thing for you:
A nice, shiny truck, it ain't hardly been used
And if you want a deal, come on down,
Come right on down..."
But people ain't got your back like you want 'em to
One week later, here's right where I am
Broken way down outside of Madison
With a used car salesman's throat in the palm of my hand
Sometimes I think there ain't a person around that
Won't sell you somethin' that they know'll break down
If gettin' some of yours will help them get some of theirs
Well, step right up, come get in line
This here's worth a nickel, it'll cost you a dime
And all the hustlers in this country can go right to hell
Y'all go straight to hell, now
'Cause people ain't got your back like you want 'em to
No, people ain't got your back like you want 'em to
I said, people ain't got your back like you want 'em to
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