LYRICS

HELLFIRE (2018)
BEN BOSTICK (2017)
MY COUNTRY EP (2016)
 

NO SHOW BLUES

I got a job in the valley but today I didn’t go
I need a day off but the boss said hell no
I’m gonna get drunk and smoke three packs of Marlboros

And part of me thinks I ain’t never gonna make it back home

 

I got a wife at the house, but she got no love for me

Plopped on the couch on her phone watching TV
The woman I married wasn’t nearly so goddam mean

And she didn’t suck down so many benzodiazepines

I’m gonna go to the bank and cash out my account
Drive straight to the tavern and drink a disgusting amount

Spin my pistol and baby you better look out
Cuz wherever it points I’m coming to your town

I had a job in the valley, but I doubt I do anymore
I took a day off and then I took four more
Been drunk since I left and chain smoking Marlboros
And part of me thinks I ain’t never gonna make it back home

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HELLFIRE

Met a woman, got engaged

Time passed, wedding day

Then my feet turned cold at the tone of those wedding bells

Felt bad everyone got dressed up, but I knew I’d messed up

So had to ‘fess up that all I really wanted  was just to get drunk as hell

So I jilted that poor woman and I got drunk as hell

 

I’m talking ‘bout hellfire (hellfire)

Hellfire (hellfire)

Hellfire, that’s where I’m bound

 

Feeling sinful, needing grace

Sunday morning, knew the place

So I stumbled into church and set down for a spell

Few minutes in felt free of sin, so I polished off my bottle of bathtub gin

And got stinking, dirty, awful drunk as hell

Yeah right there in the back pew I got drunk as hell

 

I’m talking ‘bout hellfire (hellfire)

Hellfire (hellfire)

Hellfire, that’s where I’m bound

 

My drinking buddy passed away

Lightweight, couldn’t hang

So I filled my flask and went to say farewell

I stood in the back, dressed in black, tearing up and turning up

Getting lit up, good godawful greasy drunk as hell

I cried, “I’m coming for you, buddy, that’s where I’m bound!”

 

I’m talking ‘bout hellfire (hellfire)

Hellfire (hellfire)

Hellfire, that’s where I’m bound

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NO GOOD FOOL

Amber moved to the suburbs

Molly moved out of state

Dawn moved on to the next world

Just to get away

 

Cuz I’m a no good fool

And I mess around

Yeah I’m a no good fool

I’m low down

 

I’m fun for the night 

But I ain’t no good for you

You’re dancing with the devil

When you dance with this no good fool

 

So you say you like bad boys

Well, run away while you can

I told you ain’t no bad boy

I’m a bad, bad man

 

Yes I’m a no good fool

And I mess around

Yeah I’m a no good fool

I’m low down

 

I’m fun for the night 

But I ain’t no good for you

You’re dancing with the devil

When you dance with this no good fool

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BLOW OFF SOME STEAM

Let me tell you little something about me

When it’s Saturday night I need to blow off some steam

 

I’ve been holding it in since I clocked in Monday morning

Come the end of the week I’m about to blow

We walk into the honky tonk like a pack of wolves now

Order up a round of shots and it’s away we go

 

It’s a throw down hoedown get down order up another round of shots

Gonna get drunk, get some, have fun, get into some trouble, baby, like it or not

I’m a Jim Beam drinking, paycheck slinging, line dancing machine

It’s been a helluva week and I need to blow off some steam

 

Gotta blow off some steam before I blow up

Been holding it in through the whole workweek

Now it’s Saturday night and I’m about to blow 

 

So come on now band don’t you play me none of them slow songs

I need boot scooting, barn burning, hell-raising get up and go songs 

Gimme something hot, just give it all you got

Now let’s hear what them Hellfire Boys can do

 

It’s a throw down hoedown get down order up another round of shots

Gonna get drunk, get some, have fun, get into some trouble, baby, like it or not

I’m a Jim Beam drinking, paycheck slinging, line dancing machine

It’s been a helluva week and I need to blow off some steam

 

Gotta blow off some steam before I blow up

Been holding it in through the whole workweek

Now it’s Saturday night and I’m about to blow 

 

It’s Saturday night, I need to blow off some steam

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IT AIN'T CHEAP BEING POOR

It ain’t cheap being poor, and I can’t take anymore

Of the tickets and the taxes and the fees

I work hard for my pay, then they take it away

Like they don’t care I got a family to feed

 

They cut my shifts at the mill, I fell behind on my bills

And when you’re late they try to charge you more money

They were riding my back, so I just cut ‘em a check

Then the bank charged me a low balance fee

 

Yeah it ain’t cheap being poor (It ain’t cheap being poor)

No it ain’t cheap being poor (It ain’t cheap being poor)

I work hard for my pay, then they take it away

And they wonder why the hell I’m so poor

 

I wanna buy in bulk to try to save a few bucks

But I can’t cuz I’m down to my last penny

And my insurance is high on my beat up old ride

Cuz I’m living on the rough side of the city

 

Yeah it ain’t cheap being poor (It ain’t cheap being poor)

No it ain’t cheap being poor (It ain’t cheap being poor)

I work hard for my pay, then they take it away

And they wonder why the hell I’m so poor

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TORNADO

It was a hazy day downtown LA

When I met her on an elevator on its way

Up to the hotel room of my fiancé

But I never made it there cuz she come

 

Tearing through my life like a tornado

Coming on hotter than a baked potato

She spin me round then see ya later

Wanna hate her but I love her instead

 

We caught the red-eye to Dubai

She was blowing my dough like it’s going out of style

In general I’s a sensible guy

But that guy died when she come

 

Tearing through my life like a tornado

Coming on hotter than a baked potato

She spin me round then a see ya later

Wanna hate her but I love her instead

 

I lost my job and all of my money

Most of my friends and half of my mind

I’m so messed up it’s a little funny

Man, I thought for sure that she was mine

 

But now I’m alone just trying to get right

Picking up the pieces of my busted life

If she walked into this room tonight

I’d say, baby—won’t you come

 

Tearing through my life like a tornado

Coming on hotter than a baked potato

Just spin me round then see ya later

Wanna hate her but I love her instead

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THE OTHER SIDE OF WRONG

Well I missed the kick in the big game, failed my driving test

Misspelled my ex-girlfriend’s name on the tattoo on my chest

 

Cuz I can’t do nothing right, and I can’t seem to get along

I’ve forgotten what it looks like on the other side of wrong

 

I picked a fight with a boxer, scratched an Angel’s hog

Gave a heart attack to the doctor and lost my mama’s dog

I hung a left on a red light and lost my right to drive

Just show me to the shallow end and I’m sure to dive right in

 

Cuz I can’t do nothing right, and I can’t seem to get along

I’ve forgotten what it looks like on the other side of wrong

 

So I’m sitting on this barstool in this dirty downtown bar

Drinking up my money and I piss it in the bathroom stall

A man of my disposition should steer clear of alcohol

But if I didn’t make bad decisions, I wouldn’t make no decisions at all

 

Cuz I can’t do nothing right, and I can’t seem to get along

I’ve forgotten what it looks like on the other side of wrong

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WORK, SLEEP, REPEAT

Alarm goes off at a quarter to five, roll outta bed, rub the sleep from my eyes

Throw on a shirt and some jeans and my boots and then it’s time

To make that morning drive

 

Work all day till I’m totally beat, get back home and fall right to sleep 

Alarm goes off in the morning and the cycle’s complete

Work, sleep, repeat

 

Work, sleep, work, sleep, that’s all I ever do anymore

Somewhere up the line I forgot what I was working for

There goes life, looks like it ain’t slowing down for me

All I ever do is work, sleep, repeat 

 

Seems like yesterday I was seventeen, running bootlegs and draws and screens

Now I’m running up debt and I’m scrambling to make ends meet

So work, sleep, repeat

 

Work, sleep, work, sleep, that’s all I ever do anymore

Somewhere up the line I forgot what I was working for

There goes life, looks like it ain’t slowing down for me

All I ever do is work, sleep, repeat

 

Sometimes at work I just sit around and fantasize

Bout how I can save myself from dying in this working life

 

But that alarm goes off again at 4:45, roll outta bed, rub the sleep from my eyes

Throw on a shirt and some jeans and my boots and then it’s time

To make that morning drive

 

Work, sleep, work, sleep, that’s all I ever do anymore

Somewhere up the line I forgot what I was working for

There goes life, looks like it ain’t slowing down for me

All I ever do is work, sleep, repeat

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HOW MUCH LOWER CAN I GO

I’m a liar, I’m a boozer, I’m a bastard and abuser

And I’m wondering how much lower can I go

I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bloodied, I’ve been broken and betrayed

And I’m wondering how much lower can I go

 

Found her with another man

I was thrown into confusion

For the world I thought was true

Was nothing but illusion

 

I’m a liar, I’m a boozer, I’m a bastard and abuser

And I’m wondering how much lower can I go

I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bloodied, I’ve been broken and betrayed

And I’m wondering how much lower can I go

 

Even though I know it’s wrong

I wish my pain upon the world

I curse the lives of lucky men

Into this hell I hope they’re hurled

 

I was once a good man

Now I’m living in this hell

 

I’m a liar, I’m a boozer, I’m a bastard and abuser

And I’m wondering how much lower can I go

I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bloodied, I’ve been broken and betrayed

And I’m wondering how much lower can I go

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FEELING MEAN

Tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean

Tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean

Tonight I’m feeling mean, gonna make an ugly scene

Cuz tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean

 

Tonight I’m gonna pick myself a fight

Give some deserving dirtbag a black eye

And if he swings at me, then I’ll bust that sucker's knee

Cuz tonight I'm feeling mean, I'm feeling mean

 

I’m feeling mean

I’m feeling mean

The meanest hunk of meat that anyone’s ever seen

Get out of the way of the hurricane or there’s a heavy price to pay

Tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean

 

Tonight I’m gonna drink like daddy done

Gonna act a fool and keep on till the dawn

Drink fifteen pints of beer, then I’ll roll right out of here

Tonight I’m gonna drink like daddy done

 

I’m feeling mean

I’m feeling mean

The meanest hunk of meat that anyone’s ever seen

Get out of the way of the hurricane or there’s a heavy price to pay

Tonight I’m feeling mean, I’m feeling mean

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THE OUTSIDER

They say I’m stupid

Maybe I am

But baby it’s amazing

How little I care

What they say or

What they think about me

Never had no love

And no I don’t need none

Just leave me alone

 

I’m on the outside and I ain’t looking in

What everybody’s doing really ain’t that interesting

I’m on the outside but that ain’t far enough

Watch me take it to the edge and I’m-a jump right off

 

They say I’m too different

If I don’t change then

I’m a never fit in

I won’t never get invited

To the parties

Never make the money

Goddam it’s so amazing

That they think I care

 

I’m on the outside and I ain’t looking in

What everybody’s doing really ain’t that interesting

I’m on the outside but that ain’t far enough

Watch me take it to the edge and I’m-a jump right off, watch me

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INDEPENDENCE DAY EVE

Can’t find nobody to cast a stone

When you’re living in the city of broken bones

Can’t live your last day tucked away in a shell

You won’t be alone when you get to hell

 

There’s a bomb coming out of the sky and everybody knows

But the highway’s shut down and ain’t no place to go

There’s a party in the streets before we bleed

Everything’s free on Independence Day Eve

 

It don’t matter you’re a saint, a lover, or a liar

When you’re watching your city burning up in the fire

Faces flashing in the night, who could that be?

Voices churning in my head like a holy choir

 

There’s a bomb coming out of the sky and everybody knows

But the highway’s shut down and ain’t no place to go

There’s a party in the streets before we bleed

Everything’s free on Independence Day Eve

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COAST OF MEXICO

I’m heading south on Highway 25

And I’m going just as fast as I can drive

 

Adios to the USA

I’ll see you again someday

But tonight I’ve got a better place to be

 

Tonight I’ll be staying on the coast of Mexico

In a little tent out on the beach down as far as I can go

With a button of peyote or a little bit of Mexican snow

Oh Mexico

 

Dame más mezcal, I got things I wanna see

And I’m stuck here now, because I threw away my keys

 

So come on, señorita

Come on and baile conmigo

Cuz tonight I ain’t going anywhere

 

Tonight I’ll be staying on the coast of Mexico

In a little tent out on the beach down as far as I can go

With a button of peyote or a little bit of Mexican snow

Oh Mexico

 

I’m running down that devil

From the valley to sea level

And tonight she’ll be staying here with me

 

Tonight I’ll be staying on the coast of Mexico

In a little tent out on the beach down as far as I can go

With a button of peyote or a little bit of Mexican snow

Oh Mexico

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PAID MY DUES

I’m going down to Georgia, the place my folks call home

Then on to Carolina, the place where I was born

Good morning Music City, I’ve got a song for you

Good God Almighty Lord I’ve paid my dues

 

Good God I’ve paid my dues from Mississippi onto Alabama

From Louisiana onto Texarkana

I’m getting a little too good, Lord, at singing these old blues

Good God Almighty Lord I’ve paid my dues

 

That Motel 6 in Austin has really gone downhill

But not as bad as my back seat, where I stayed in Amarillo

Not much further to California, just a couple one night stands

Till I’m wrapped up in my baby’s arms again

 

Good God I’ve paid my dues from Albuquerque onto Arizona

From Boulder City up to Idaho

I’m getting a little too good, Lord, at singing these old blues

Good God Almighty Lord I’ve paid my dues

 

I’ve paid my dues from Ensenada up to Washington

Hell, I ain’t saying I ain’t had some fun

But I’m getting a little too good, Lord, at singing these old blues

Good God Almighty Lord I’ve paid my dues

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AFTER THE RAIN

Rain on me, you stormy sky, wash my sins away

Let the thunder roll, let the lightning strike until I’m clean again

 

Moon shine bright behind the clouds, but don’t you show your face

Till I’m clean by and by and I’m free from earthly trials

When I’m new again after the rain

 

After the rain, when the clouds roll away

When my skin is soaked through with water

When the pain is awful great, I can face the coming days

When I’m new again after the rain

 

When I come or go, to the west, to the east, over the mountain or over the sea

It don’t matter where I am, I will be a happy man if those clouds just follow me

 

Someone said to me, “You’re a fool to wait. I will take you down to the river

And the stream will wash away all the pain of yesterday”

I said, “Thanks, but I’ll just wait for the rain”

 

After the rain, when the clouds roll away

When my skin is soaked through with water

When my legs can’t hold their weight, when I’m waiting for my fate

I’ll be new again after the rain

 

I don’t know what Jesus said, he never spoke to me

But I thank the sky above for pouring down her holy love

To save a wretch like me

 

After the rain, when the clouds roll away

When my skin is soaked through with water

When the night won’t turn to day, when the pain is awful great

I’ll be new again after the rain

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PAPER FOOTBALL

Chocolate ice cream on your tight tan face

Lying on the hammock and staring into space

Hum a melody, then it’s gone without a trace

Hmmm…

 

Feel the ridges, valleys, ridges of your bones

As I paint my name on your skin in Coppertone

And you cheat on your homework over the phone

Sweet and sad

 

I didn’t cry when I heard the news of your suicide

Just saw you sitting there, sweet and sad

I took the blow and it cast my memory back

To playing paper football in the back of class

 

Drive an hour just to go and mock the gossips at the mall

And talk of movie stars and losers in the bathroom stall

Frame our names in heart on cracked white tile wall

Forever and ever

 

That night lying back in the bed of a hand-me-down highboy in the holler

Rolling round and fooling round and pulling bourbon from the bottle

Screaming and shouting at the shooting stars to stay a little longer

Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever…

 

I didn’t cry when I heard the news of your suicide

Just saw you sitting there forever and ever

I heard the words and they cast my memory back

To playing paper football in the back of class

 

Images of high and wild, dancing and insane

Printing doubles so we both could have the same

Drop into the junk store to buy some empty frames

 

Drag my shadow down Lake Murray Blvd

No one home, so wait in your front yard

Sunshine tries to bleach away my scars

While I think about the dealer who dealt us these cards

Darkness falls on your front yard

Hmmm…

 

Oooh oooh

 

Slipping and sliding in and out of forever

Slowly sliding and slipping down the river

Beat back the current and never surrender

Playing paper football forever and ever

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THE JUGGLER

They call me the juggler cuz I always have three lovers

Man, I burn through Trojan rubbers like no other

But when I’m not between the sheets I’m busy staying undercover

Ain’t as sweet as it seems being the juggler

 

Cuz Edith likes eating at East of Eden

Where Wendy works on Wednesday evenings

And Donna Lee does her laundry two doors down

So when I’m out to eat with Edith

I’m always worried Wendy’s watching

And equally that Donna Lee is gonna be around

What’s worse is Wendy lives by the Wally World

Where Donna Lee goes to the pharmacy

And Edith’s ex-old man is employed there

So I choose to keep a low profile

Sneak around like it’s going out of style

And try to keep these balls up in the air

 

They call me the juggler cuz I always have three lovers

Sometimes I wish I had me a twin brother

Because it takes a lot of steam making all that hubba hubba

Ain’t as sweet as it seems being the juggler

 

I had three more the month before

Tanya, Tina, and Isadora

But that all ended in a puddle of tears and blood

I had Tanya down for ten to noon

And Tina’d turn up around one or two

And Izzy’d use me all night like a stud

But one day Tanya showed up a little late

And Tina turned up a lotta early

So fists were flying till Izzy came that night

I’m pretty sure Isadora’s the one that threw me on the floor

While Tanya and Tina punched and kicked and swore

And long story short I lost the fight

 

They call me the juggler cuz I always have three lovers

They come and go but there’s always another

I guess I can’t be pleased by just one lady’s comfort

Ain’t as sweet as it seems being the juggler

 

Maybe someday I’ll quit this fooling round

And find someone to make me settle down

But I’d hate to be the one to make her suffer

Cuz one of them days we’d go to town

And one of my friends would flag us down

And say, “You know why everybody calls him the juggler?”

And I’d have to explain…

 

That they call me the juggler cuz I always have three lovers

Man, I burn through Trojan rubbers like no other

But when I’m not between the sheets I’m busy staying undercover

Ain’t as sweet as it seems being the juggler

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SWEET THURSDAY

Wasn’t supposed to go this way

When I met you yesterday

Didn’t need you next to me

Am I the kind that you expected me to be?

 

It’s getting a little warm

Crack the window please

 

I’ll pump the gas if you run inside

Grab a couple tall boys and a honey pie

 

Yesterday is far away

And tomorrow you’ll be gone

Wasn’t supposed to go this way

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday

 

Ten million people, maybe more

Out on the highway in a dusty storm

Two lonesome losers in a stolen dream

Headed straight for nowhere in a suicide machine

 

If you see you the lights flashing

Push the pedal down

 

Over the border they can’t get us there

Between the two of us, we’ll make it if we share

 

Yesterday is far away

And tomorrow you’ll be gone

Wasn’t supposed to go this way

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday

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SUPPOSED TO

I did my chores and made my bed because I’s supposed to

Cleaned my room, obeyed my dad because I’s supposed to

I raised my hand and waited my turn because I’s supposed to

Everything they taught I learned because I’s supposed to

I finished school at the age of eighteen because I’s supposed to

I kept on and got a college degree because I’s supposed to

Got a job, work it nine to five because I’s supposed to

Bought a ring and got me a wife because I’s supposed to

And what the hell’s all of this supposed to ever done for me?

 

I didn’t sleep a wink last night

Work’s drying up and money’s tight

Though I followed this old script line by line

The sure thing was a lousy bet

There’s holes all in my safety net

And it’s a goddam lie when I say I’m doing fine

Didn’t think this was what I’s supposed to get

By doing everything that I’s supposed to

 

I don’t stay out late & I hardly drink because I supposed to

No more Kool Filter Kings because I supposed to

I put money in the IRA because I supposed to

I pledge allegiance to the USA because I supposed to

I keep up with the local team because I supposed to

Laugh at my childhood dreams because I supposed to

I never eat before saying grace because I supposed to

Go to church every seven days because I supposed to

And what the hell’s all of this supposed to ever done for me

 

I didn’t sleep a wink last night

Work’s drying up and money’s tight

Though I followed this old script line by line

The sure thing was a lousy bet

There’s holes all in my safety net

And it’s a goddam lie when I say I’m doing fine

Didn’t think this was what I’s supposed to get

By doing everything that I’s supposed to

 

I button up and stay clean cut

Try to eat good and watch my gut

Clean behind my ears and between my toes

And always keep up with the goddam Jones

 

The sure thing was a lousy bet

There’s holes all in my safety net

And it’s a goddam lie when I say I’m doing fine

Didn’t think this was what I’s supposed to get

By doing everything that I’s supposed to

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I SHOULD HAVE BEEN HER MAN

Sometimes you know by the light in her eyes

That she is the sun you’ve been waiting to rise

Sometimes you know by the light in her eyes

That she is the sun you’ve been waiting to rise

 

I should have taken her hand

I should have known that I’d just get old

I should have stayed instead of playing in this band

I should have been her man

 

I could have got me some job some place

These honky tonk mirrors put lines on your face

I could have got me some job some place

These honky tonk mirrors put lines on your face

 

I should have taken her hand

I should have known that I’d just get old

I should have stayed instead of playing in this band

I should have been her man

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ERIN IS BLUE

Erin is blue, Erin is blue

Nothing you can do when Erin is blue

And Erin is blue

 

Erin is blue

She don’t eat no food

Only eats pills

Drinks only booze

Sleeps through the day

Night she’s awake

Get script refilled

Dress up to kill

Powder the bruise

 

Erin is blue, Erin is blue

Nothing you can do when Erin is blue

And Erin is blue

 

Erin gets high

Catches a ride

Gets to the bar

Catches your eye

Her eyes say she’ll love you

Lips say she’ll fuck you

Know in your heart

It ain’t kind or smart

And you’ll pay the price

 

Cuz Erin is blue, Erin is blue

Nothing you can do when Erin is blue

And Erin is blue

 

Pretends she’s asleep

When she feels you leave

You don’t feel so bad

About her feeling sad

Nothing you could do

 

Erin is blue, Erin is blue

Nothing you can do when Erin is blue

And Erin is blue

 

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MY COUNTRY

 

This is my country, my damn country

Gimme my country, you can keep the rest

This is my country, my damn country

And it don’t mean a thing if it don’t pass the test

If you ain’t never cheated or been cheated on

Then take off your boots, you rhinestone fraud

 

Gimme cheating, drinking, and outlaw songs

Hard times, foolish pride, done me wrong

Flirting with the devil, get right with the man

Amen, pain songs, one night stands

You can keep your picket fence fantasies

And put a cork in your high school memories

 

This is my country, my damn country

Gimme my country, you can keep the rest

This is my country, my damn country

And it don’t mean a thing if it don’t pass the test

If you ain’t never spent a single night in jail

Then get another job and I’ll see you in hell

 

I’m drawn like a moth to the neon lights

I need a bucket of beer and someone to fight

Don’t call yourself country if your music is shitty

Or this Carolina boy’ll take you down to Fist City

You know who you are, I ain’t gonna name names

Just keep your hands off my country and go back from where ya came

 

My country, my damn country

Gimme my country, you can keep the rest

This is my country, my damn country

And it don’t mean a thing if it don’t pass the test

If you ain’t never done something you regret

Well, then I’m proud of ya, now git

 

Get this pussified, polished, pop song piece of

Glorified nursery rhyme outta my face

Wintertime, springtime, summertime, autumn

Show me to the jukebox and Yoakam if you got ‘em

I want country like Johnny, country like Merle

Country like Loretta, that honky tonk girl

Country like Townes, country like Travis

I’m a country-fried junkie with a bad habit

Country like Kris, country like Gretchen

If you ain’t cooking country then get out of the kitchen

 

I want country like Hank one, two, and three

Dropping like peaches from the family tree

Country like women, whiskey, and wheels

Yeah I know if it’s country cuz I know how it feels

Country like Waylon, country like Willie

Country like lightning in a hillbilly

 

This is my country, my damn country

Gimme my country, you can keep the rest

This is my country, my damn country

And it don’t mean a thing if it don’t pass the test

If you can’t sing along to Tear in my Beer

Then don’t forget your coat and get the fuck out here

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SWEET MARIA

If I had a car, we’d drive down to the ocean

You’d call it el mar, and we’d lay out in the sand

And if the sun was shining, I’d cover you with lotion

Talk about the fine things and forget the second hand

 

Oh Maria, dance a little closer

Close your eyes and don’t say anything

Don’t believe the sirens on Figueroa

Just listen to Carmelita sing Las Mañanitas

Sweet Maria

 

And if I had a plane, we’d fly to Costa Rica

Land atop a mountain and look down on the world

I’d learn to speak Spanish, we’d eat comida rica

And everything would vanish that we didn’t want in our world

 

Oh Maria, dance a little closer

Close your eyes and don’t say anything

Don’t believe the sirens on Figueroa

Just listen to Carmelita sing Las Mañanitas

Sweet Maria

 

And if I wasn’t me, I wouldn’t blow my money

On cocaine mariachi, and we could do all that kind of stuff

And maybe I’d never worry that you weren’t gonna love me

That I’d wake up and find you burned me cuz I didn’t have enough for you

 

Maria, dance a little closer

Close your eyes and don’t say anything

Don’t believe the sirens on Figueroa

Just listen to Carmelita sing Las Mañanitas

Sweet Maria

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RUNNING ON FUEL

 

I wrote this song for all my no good friends who’s just getting by, just like me

 

Leaving the bar, my breath’s as hard as regular gasoline

Fire up a bone while I’m swerving home, blowing smoke like a Model T

Wake up to a cup as black as tar, go to work and get beat like a mule

I’m just as empty as I am poor, so I’m running on fuel

 

I’m running on fuel, it’s all I can do

To get up and make it through

Coffee in the morning, whiskey in the evening

Cigarettes all day long

I’m running low on faith and lower on pride

I’m out of love, but I still gotta drive

I feel like a fool, but it’s all I can do

I’m running on fuel

 

I ain’t lazy, and I ain’t no martyr, I ain’t leaning on Uncle Sam

I just drink coffee like crazy, whiskey like water, and smoke like a power plant

 

I’m running on fuel, it’s all I can do

To get up and make it through

Coffee in the morning, whiskey in the evening

Cigarettes all day long

I’m running low on faith and lower on pride

I’m out of love, but I still gotta drive

I feel like a fool, but it’s all I can do

I’m running on fuel

 

Sometimes getting by seems harder than dying

But something in a man just makes him keep on trying

 

Ain’t got no wife, ain’t got no kids that I know of, it’s hard enough as it is

To work all day then make it to that barstool, I’m running on fuel

 

I’m running on fuel, it’s all I can do

To get up and make it through

Coffee in the morning, whiskey in the evening

Cigarettes all day long

I’m running low on faith and lower on pride

I’m out of love, but I still gotta drive

I feel like a fool, but it’s all I can do

I’m running on fuel

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FADE TO BLUE

 

I could fight like a wounded soldier

And allow the war to rage

I could work like a slave, enduring everyday

Although Master wields no chains

 

I could take a knife and cut ties

And leave you without a clue

But I knew when I saw your green eyes like mine

We could only fade to blue

 

No fighting now

Tie on down

Lover, light the spoon

Fix enough for two

Stick a needle in

Feel it flowing through

And fade to blue

 

By a trick of magic light

Our sunset lights the view

I could make myself believe it for a time

But it’d only fade to blue

 

No fighting now

Tie on down

And light the spoon

Lover, be a friend

Stick a needle in

Feel it flowing through

And fade to blue

 

No fighting now

Tie on down

Lover, light the spoon

Fix enough for two, my friend

Stick a needle in

Feel it flowing through

And fade to blue

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WAIT FOR ME

 

I know it’s been awhile since we’ve kissed or even since I’ve seen you

And once again we went too long without talking

So I hope I didn’t disturb you, but it’s Sunday and I’m lonely

And I know 7:15’s too early to be calling

 

But this ain’t gonna take long, I’ll let you fall back asleep soon

I was hoping maybe you could ease my worried mind

Now there ain’t no damn way I can love someone else like I loved you

And I know that it might be a long time

 

But could you wait for me

And stay true for me

Save your lips for me

Sleep alone for me

Could you wait for me

 

You told me on multiple occasions you weren’t gonna love no one like you loved me

We’ll never be that innocent again

I gave you everything I had till I didn’t have myself

I lost myself in you and I’d do it all over again

 

And I will wait for you

And stay true for you

Save my lips for you

Sleep alone for you

I will wait for you

 

Now it won’t be too long till I’m coming back to visit

But it could be a year till I’m back for good

Now I’m asking you a question, but if you don’t wanna, then don’t tell me

But if the answer’s yes, I really wish you would

 

Can you wait for me

And stay true for me

Save your lips for me

Sleep alone for me

Cuz I will wait for you

And be good for you

Save my heart for you

Buy a ring for you

I will wait for you

If you wait for me

I will wait for you

If you wait for me

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