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I'm On Your Side
03:24
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There was a hole in the back of the canyon
But I didn't wanna tell you until I had to
You had a rule: don't leave any woman stranded
So we forged ahead the evening after
Chorus:
And if it wasn't for the night, then we wouldn't have met
And you wouldn't have saved my life from the lead
Of the enemy's fire
And your wounds would have bled until you died
And I might make a piss poor mother and wife
But I know the need of a frontier life
I can settle for yours if you will settle for mine
I'm on your side
When the shots rang like low keys on pianos
I grabbed your hand and I pulled you my way
Towards the safety of that cavern I'd been hiding
As all along I told you it would be okay
Chorus
Instrumental
Chorus
I'm on your side
Oh, I - I'm on your side
I'm on your side, I'm on your side
I'm on your side, I'm on your side
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If life was a peach on a velvet cushion
I'd be a raccoon in a honeysuckle bush
I would lay around with you all day in the shade
But life is a sea and I'm just a possum
I'm blind treading water til I sink to the bottom
Blind treading water til I sink to the bottom
Well, I could have had me an uptown dolly
With a rhinestone shimmy and a pistol, by golly
We'd sleep all day, ball every night
But snaggletooth Sallies are all that I'm finding
So I'm shining up coal til it's bright like a diamond
Shining up coal til it's bright like a diamond
And I'm blind treading water til I sink to the bottom
Blind treading water til I sink to the bottom
Blind treading water til I sink to the bottom
Instrumental
Well, you're born a little baby, hatched from the egg
You roll around a little while
While you limber up your legs
Then you start up that hill, muddy, boy, and steep
And while you're still young you think you are a soldier
Go looking for the truth
And the truth will make you older
And I'm blind treading water till I sink to the bottom
Blind treading water til I sink to the bottom
Blind treading water til I sink to the bottom
Well, life is a sea and I'm just a possum
I'm blind treading water til I sink to the bottom
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3. |
The Noose
03:36
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You ride on the copper rock mesas with your canteen and hat
A blanket slung under your saddle
And the sunrise shooting ya in the back
You say it'd be all for the better if you broke that girl's heart
You were leading her on with the duties
Of a life of a wife on a farm
You say love's like a tree in a field with just two things to do
And it'll bear good fruit or it'll hold the noose that hangs you
The tortoise you used for a pillow has awoken and left
And the water you thought ran beside you
Is just sand and snake breath
You say it'd be all for the better if you went thirsty or starved
She used the last of the town's water for her tears
And it's all your fault
You say love's like a tree in a field with just two things to do
And it'll bear good fruit or it'll hold the noose that hangs you
You say love's like a tree in a field with just two things to do
And it'll bear good fruit or it'll hold the noose that hangs you
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4. |
Six Gun Heart
03:46
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Whiskey barrels roll a long, long way
But you'll never find a girl like me inside
Some girls like the smoke of that rifle that you tote
But you'll never win this six gun heart of mine
You say you've had a dozen girls before me
Well, I reckon I'm just one more egg to crack
I told you once, but you just didn't listen
This ain't no coop and I ain't no chicken
Guess I'm chasing one more rooster out the back
Chorus
You got yourself a new silver dollar kind of ride
With polished chrome and leather all around
But give me an old Tennessee fella
With a beat down pickup truck of yellow
We'll race that shiny Cadillac to town
Chorus
Instrumental
You told me that you fought a great big pack of wolves one day
Smoked a big cigar then you skinned them one by one
Well, I reckon, son, you might be right
But I wrestle bears and smoke dynamite
And I'll smoke you, too, with my brand new six gun
Chorus
No, you'll never win this six gun heart of mine
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5. |
The Drifter
02:05
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I wasn't born to travel, I was born to run away
Anyplace I end up I probably won't stay
But I wasn't born to break hearts, I was born to love
I'm just looking for the drifter to join me on the run
And after everyone I've left you'd think I would give up
Swallow some old pill that says the restless do not love
After I'd been hurt you'd think I'd hesitate to trust
But you could be the drifter to join me on the run
I wasn't born to need you every waking hour of the day
I was born to want you exactly this way
And I wasn't born to settle like a footprint in cement
I was born a bobcat and I'm wild as I can get
Chorus
Instrumental
After everyone I left you'd think I would give up
But I'm looking for the drifter to join me on the run
I'm looking for the drifter to join me on the run
I'm looking for the drifter to join me on the run
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Millie
03:14
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Millie in her black dress, black hat, and her black lace veil
Coal bead necklace around her neck as she bids her last farewell
If I were in Aunt Millie's shoes, I'd tell them to go to hell
'Cause a miner's pay when he's in the grave is pennies in a well
Millie met Benjamin when they were seventeen
At the miners' dance they first held hands
Now she still wears his ring
But now she's in a church pew and her mother's by her side
And Benjamin is in a box made of Pennsylvania pine
Chorus
Instrumental
The company that he worked for said they were not to blame
And Millie was too poor to pay to fight and file a claim
So as I stare at that sunlight shining on the old oak floor
I wonder if a coal mine looks just like hell's front door
Chorus
Oh, a miner's pay when he's in the grave is pennies in a well
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Lank Like Hank
02:44
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I never listen to my daddy that much
I got a pocket full of numbers he says not to touch
He never listens that much to me either
Got a pocket full of shells saying "Boy, you better leave her"
I gotta say I can't go on this way, I just about lost my mind
And if I had to choose between all these fools
I tell ya what a fella I'd find
I want him lank like Hank, talkin' deep like Randy
Wear a pistol 'round his waist, keep me safe like Andy
It's a doggone shame I can't win the game
To find that sweet lovin' daddy of mine
Sifting through cowboys got me in a sweat
I got a hundred million dollars and no place to bet
I'm rolling dice for a piece of that pie
But my odds are feeling low when the stakes are so high
One of these days I'll strike it rich and say
I'm glad I sunk it here all at once
And if I had to choose between all those fools
I bet I'd pick the best of the bunch
Chorus
I searched this whole world over, not a keeper have I found
If wishes were white horses, they'd have hauled me outta town
Instrumental
Chorus
It's a doggone shame I can't win the game
To find that sweet loving daddy of mine
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8. |
Washed Up Squash
01:17
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I threw away some butternut seeds
And the rain washed 'em down the road
They gathered in the gutter and they sucked up the sun
And they grew up the telephone pole
Now, I don't have the greenest thumb
So this question does ring true:
If a washed up squash can get to the line
Then, tell me, why can't you?
Instrumental
I cut away the bush from the box
Where the mail lady leaves my mail
All of the sudden the letters started coming
But none your name did spell
Now, I don't have the richest friends
So this question does ring true:
If singers and tramps can buy them stamps
Then, tell me, why can't you?
Instrumental
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Cadillac Donuts
03:00
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I'm gonna leave your bed in the morning
I'm gonna sneak outta the house on you
I'm gonna buy you a Cadillac donut
'Cause no other donut's gonna do
Well, you have a heart like a cowboy but you don't build fences
And it's all that I want to make you mine
A maple whiskey bacon or an artisan cream cake one
Might make you fall for these old arms this time
Yodeling
I'm gonna sneak outta the house tomorrow
And mosey on down that road
I'll bring you a Cadillac donut, I'll bring it to your front door
I'm gonna knock til you answer,
Take a sweet sugary chance
You're gonna love this shoe fly meringue
With a hot side of coffee, honey, nobody can stop me
I'm gonna make you fall for me, I say
Yodeling
Instrumental
Well, back when my mamma was courting
There were Jones's with whom to keep up
Now I don't have a lawn and I don't have a car
I don't even have my own place to make love
But I've got nine dollars and a real big crush
And I know exactly what to do
So, take note, little Jones's, don't bring red wine and roses
Bring a Cadillac donut or two
Yodeling Crescendo
You're my lady, won't you take me riding in your car-car?
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Water, everything I ever owned is under water
My little girl and all the things I bought her are under water
Those little shoes
The land I planted, worked my hands down to the bone
I took for granted
All the times I wished I could just take a stand and
Leave them abandoned and walk on home
And my feet are out the window as I hear that bugle call
The angels take my hand saying "Come on, have a ball"
They holler down from heaven
"We shined your crown and pressed your robe"
But I'm hangin' onto the rooftop
It ain't my time to go
All of my brothers like tiny little leaves washed out the gutter
Those muddy waves come creeping in and cover
Turn all the colors to black and blue
Chorus
With my feet back in the mud now, an alluvium hill I climb
Life fell down like a raindrop, but I try not to mind
When you don't have much of nothing
There's nothing much to lose
Somewhere up there she's kicking off those shoes
And my feet are out the window as I hear that bugle call
The angels take my hand saying "Come on, have a ball"
They holler down from heaven
"We shined your crown and pressed your robe"
But I'm hangin' onto the rooftop
Life fell down like a raindrop
But I'm a-gonna stay 'til the rain stops
It ain't my time to go
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11. |
Ten Feet Wide
01:41
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Oh, pie in the window, stew on the stove
Got my dress caught in the back screen door
But it's four more days 'til I see his face
Oh I've never been in love like this before
He's been three long weeks out on the road
My love's been building up deep inside
Oh, I'm gonna show him how much I miss him
As soon as he crosses that county line
My baby's got a truck with a couch in the front
And a bed that is ten feet wide
Oh, clothes in the line and jars in the cellar
I get bored all alone here without a feller
I miss him even at the grocery store
Oh, I've never been in love like this before
Chorus
Whoa, suds in the sink and a cow in the yard
And a half tank of gas in my clean little car
I've waited 'til I can't wait no more
Oh, I've never been in love like this before
Chorus
My baby's got a truck with a couch in the front
And a bed that is ten feet wide
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Shoebox Lovin'
02:08
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I'm gonna pack all my loving in a shoebox, babe
I'm gonna seal it real good with packaging tape
I'm gonna put it in my closet, sit down and wait
Til my baby gets home to me
Well, you might get to giggling 'cause my love's
Not in a great big shipping container or packaging crate
But when lovin's real good it comes in concentrate
So, my shoebox lovin' will do
I tried to sew it up in my heart
But the doctor said "No, sir!"
He just wouldn't do it
So, I tried to put it in a canning jar
But that wouldn't do
You could see right through it
So, I put my lovin' in a shoebox
I wrapped it up for my baby and me
I tried to sew it up in my heart
But the doctor said "No, sir!"
He just wouldn't do it
So, I tried to put it in a canning jar
But that wouldn't do
You could see right through it
So, I put my lovin' in a shoebox
I wrapped it up for my baby and me
Uh-huh, I wrapped it up for my baby and me
Yes sir, I wrapped it up for my baby and me
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Honey
03:53
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Honey leaves you feeling better
Honey leaves you feeling warm
Honey leaves you feeling happy
So much happier than you felt before
Chorus:
But what's real isn't really popular
And what makes sense doesn't make much money
What hurts me doesn't hurt the rest of you
Oh, the taste I know doesn't taste like honey
Instrumental
Honey's cheap when it's a-plenty
Honey's mean when it's a-dry
Honey keeps your eyes from crying
And it'll help you fall asleep at night
Chorus
Instrumental
Chorus
Oh, the taste I know doesn't taste like honey
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Bring Em On Home
02:57
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I like the taste of bacon, pork skins cracklin' hot
Fatback in my pinto beans and cornbread all on top
I like chicken and dumplings - what a treat to chew upon!
Lord, bless the hands that made 'em
I will miss them when they're gone.
Why don't you bring 'em on home?
(Trip down south really knocked me out!)
Bring 'em on home
(Trip down south really knocked me out!)
Trip down south really knocked me out
Now, Lordy, won't you bring 'em on home?
I swooped down on the biggest peach like a hawk upon a mouse
But when I took a bite, the little worm inside
Hollered "Get out of my house!"
Chorus
One crab lived in a mansion, the other one lived in a drain
But you couldn't tell, take 'em out of their shell
And they sure do look the same
Chorus
Instrumental
Well, mama bear, papa bear, me are three
And we all took a trip to the zoo
The zookeeper said "Just keep 'em well fed"
And now we're down to two
Chorus
Aw, yes, that trip down south really knocked me out
Oh, lordy, won't you bring 'em on home?
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