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He decided once to change his mind
And by their huff and gaul you'd have thought he’d moved on the neighbor’s wife
They tell me that a strong man sticks to his guns
But ain't it weaker to dig in, when you know different, then go and hurt someone?
You won't be outdone, huh?
Back to back or eye to eye
I ain't here to change your mind
There's no trick to it
No other way but through this
Can I get just a moment of your time?
No man I have ever known is pure as the driven snow
My skeletons hung in a row
No donation box for these old things to go
Do you like what you're listening to?
Do you trust what they say is true?
Do you want what's best times two?
Tell me just what makes those fools different from you
Yea you
Back to back or eye to eye
I ain't here to change your mind
There's no trick to it
No other way but through this
Can I get just a moment of your time?
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Babble on (acoustic)
02:17
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Jim’s been spending some time on the internet
He sure likes that Q, and thinks the world is flat
Tell him otherwise, and he’ll have none of that
He’ll tell ya to use your eyes, and get a nice tin hat
My neighbor read the paper
Now he's scared to death
Losing sleep, and counting sheep. Forgot to check his breath
Mad as hell about what's going on. Just pick a side and sing the song
But with that one step forward, could you take two steps back?
Sometimes I pay the world no mind
Let them rattle on ‘til their face is lined
Come on in with who you’re with. We’re doing alright
Take a seat and lighten up and leave the preachers outside
My old man will tell you just how it is
Some good old boys never know just when to quit
So, how long will ya be goin on?
You’ve got my ear. Don’t get me wrong
Don’t mind me while I take a seat, while you’re taking your time
Babble is as babble does
Babble on just because
Babble ‘cause it makes you clean
Babble when you’re feeling mean
Babble with your best of friends
Babble at the worst of them
A babble a day keeps the doctor away
Nevermind that your head is now scrambling eggs
Sometimes I pay the world no mind
Let them rattle on ‘til their face is lined
Come on in with who you’re with. We’re doing alright
Take a seat, and lighten up and leave the preachers outside
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Pockets (acoustic)
02:55
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It’s Friday night. The boys are on the loose
Yucking it up. Burnin 'bucks on fancy booze
Bopping around. Giving a chase
From the likes of it you’d think they own the place
But when the bell tolls twelve o'clock, one man's about to drop
He says “I’m tapping out guys. Time to bounce on home and snooze.”
He settles on up, and heads to the door
Checks his soft pack. “thank god there's two or three more.”
He’s out in the night enjoying the air
“Hey can I bum a light?” Runs his hands through his hair
Now he’s making his way down a dark alley or two
Takes a quick piss in a shadow. He’s a whistling fool
Oh man you got pockets. Yes you do
Yeah boy you got pockets. Fill ‘em up with what you choose
This shuffle on that glass dancefloor is sweet
But don’t look down. you might not like what you see
Yeah boy you got pockets. Yes you do
Six blocks down and six to go
Time to light up again. Yea there’s a friend he don’t know
“Hey you got a light?” The stranger obliges
Tip of the cap. Heavyish eyelids
Now he’s making his way down a deadend street
Sticks his key in the lock. “This life sure is neat.”
Oh man you got pockets. Yes you do
Oh man you got pockets. Fill ‘em up with what you choose
You got your two dimes more, and your eye contact
With that fella workin on your Chevy, who wants your business back
Oh boy you got pockets. Yes you do
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Winnie (acoustic)
03:21
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You showed up the stroke of midnight
To a screaming Tilt-A-Whirl
On the day the queen of England died
In a hush heard ‘round the world
No I’m no fool for first impressions
I don’t know who the hell you are
But when my momma picked you up that day
It was a changing of the guard
Six blocks from where you graced St. Paul,
back in 1983,
There’s my old man sitting bedside
wondering how he’d pay for me
But that old place got torn down
And my daddy did alright
And now your sweet smile makes this miser game to burn up every dime
You’re already teaching lessons
Time does some changing for the better
No I won't answer all your questions
But I’ll love you to the letter
And I’ll remind you of that someday distant
when you’re feeling down
And hope you’re always finding this old fool
alright to have around
You showed up the stroke of midnight
Late as hell and that's alright
Yea I suppose I had that coming
Kept ‘em waiting most my life
I see the lakes of Walworth county
Peaceful in your pale blue eyes
And the heart of Kansas City
Roaring out in your sweet cries
You’re already teaching lessons
Time does some changing for the better
No I won't answer all your questions
But I’ll love you to the letter
And I’ll remind you of that someday distant
when you’re feeling down
And hope you’re always finding this old fool
alright to have around
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He was a good boy from Texas who flew on up to Estes to be with the girl of his dreams
He brought his big shiny ring. Spent too damn much on that thing
But when you know you know badly. Don’t let her get away clean
We were joking around at their folks’ kitchen table with two sisters we loved one a piece
He started shifting around and their Ma sniffed it out
Said “you got questions for daughters, there's a man you first see.”
A month down the road he’d done what he’s told
And the rest writes itself how you'd think
But then there was one seeing just what he’d done
wondering what could I say to put a mind at an ease
Well when it’s cold it’s the rose on her cheeks.
Or how one glass of wine can somehow stumble her speech
When I say I’ll do better, she says don’t change a thing
She’s a friend. She’s an angel. She’s the best that I’ve seen
So what did old Horace say?
“Don’t piss your time away” figuring too long on just what to say
Cause time will move on, and take what it takes
One minute he is right there. The next he just aint
Oh I’m sure this sounds like something you’ve heard
But I wrote every word that I needed to say
And now you’ve moved on to someplace beyond
So I’ll just hope you can hear what I’m singing your way
‘Cause when it’s cold it’s the rose on her cheeks
Or how one glass of wine can somehow stumble her speech
When I say I’ll do better, she says don’t change a thing
She’s a friend. She’s an angel. She’s the best that I’ve seen
She’s a friend. She’s an angel. She’s the best that I’ve seen
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Maureen (acoustic)
03:18
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Maureen cut my hair and now I’ve got a little more confidence with you
I just read through the message I sent, and you got
And there ain’t a man who could find words he’d rather use
It’s true
I made a list in my mind of things to say to you
Never found silence any use
I’m wearing my best tonight and found something to do
And that's where this plan unwinds. The rest is up to you
It’s true
So what do you say?
Let’s ditch this place
I filled my tank up yesterday
Left hand on ten
Right arm on you
Go on and play me all your favorite tunes
We’ll still be singing when we’re out of view
I’ve been my own man now since another cut me loose
Walk with your head up high
Let your lovers come to you
But then you flew on by
and I was raised from my remove
Reached for my net and since I’ve been chasing after you
It’s true
So what do you say?
Let’s ditch this place
I filled my tank up yesterday
Left hand on ten
Right arm on you
Go on and play me all your favorite tunes
We’ll still be singing when we’re out of view
Out of view
That’s me and you
We’re out of view
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There's a wig on the highway tumbling
Old man in a drop top’s bald again
He’s got a hot date. But, he’s gonna be late
Gotta keep that ruse of youth on thick
Young couple, all smiles, as they come on in
Quick hugs, kick your shoes off, the funs begin
But, right before they showed up she said she’d had enough
Time to check the news, time to straighten up
But looking at them you’d never guess
Step right up and witness something right on
Watch how he just glides along the stage
Good for driving long miles, or a fight song
This boy’s kicking out truths worth twice his age
Hair gel, sunglasses, and a big shit grin
He’s gonna show you the way to get rich with him
In his six part series, there's a six step tip
He’s gotta peddle those tricks, and peddle ‘em quick
Cause that little sports car’s got a lease on it
Step right up and witness something right on
Watch how he just glides along the stage
Good for driving long miles, or a fight song
This boy’s kicking out truths worth twice his age
Step right up and witness something right on
Watch how he just lights up on the stage
Behold wonders not seen since a time gone
This boy’s gonna be something someday
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8. |
Rows (acoustic)
02:57
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Another day another dollar in the county seat
This town gets to be too much for me
Came for the thrill of it
Stayed cause I can’t quit now
Been wondering how I started this
Letting it rip past the city limits
It’s just that smell of cut grass on a diesel wind
You're asking what I miss most?
Where should I begin?
Have you ever walked the rows just to think?
In early July I wonder
Could it just stay knee high all summer?
A little piece of heaven, don’t blink
Or it’ll be gone in a moment
Even a rodeo rider can’t hold it
I’m gonna drive at dusk
Down a two lane road
Elbow out the window
Flying solo
It’s tough. I can never get enough of this
Some things motor on
And some you don’t forget
The ones that keep coming back never made much sense
But, county fair, 91’, seeing Randy Travis
Me and Ma in the bleachers just singing and laughing
Have you ever walked the rows just to think?
In early July I wonder
Could it just stay knee high all summer?
A little piece of heaven, don’t blink
Or it’ll be gone in a moment
Even a rodeo rider can’t hold it
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