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Neon Lights
02:16
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I dropped the family religion and started living again. They’re cutting me loose and it’s about damn time. so turn the Billy Joe up on the radio and roll another number baby. Let’s go drivin’. Cause I’ve been missing that gin bottle and those same old blues. That dusty tape recorder and my cowboy boots. A little key of cocaine and them neon lights. A honky tonk piano and some purple sprite. We got dealt a bad deal. In this town people love to cheat and steal. Is it so wrong to feel like a martyr tonight. Under them neon lights. Sometimes I get to drinking till I’m seeing blurs. I’ll run the joke in the ground until it gets on your nerves. Been working like a hound dog until everything hurts still I’m banging on this guitar till I’m slurring the words. Give us a record deal. A few bad habits that will pay the bills. Is it so wrong to feel like a martyr tonight. Under them neon lights.
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That could have been me but I got lucky. I dodged the bullet or so it seems. She might have said yes and I might have been happy until she left with everything. That could have been me instead I’m lonesome while she’s with him. In some other life she might have been mine and I might have been crying on the night she left with everything. She might have found Jesus come Sunday morning or a good friend of mine come Saturday night. When I saw the light I kept on walking with that communion wine in my hand.
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In The Back Of This Bar
03:42
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In the back of my mind you’ve always been here. It hurts to laugh so I cry but I don’t show no tears. It’s gotten late and I’m afraid that I ain’t thinking clear. I’m going home. Running on home to the bottle. In the back of this bar I’ve spent a lifetime not feeling right. Most any night I’ll likely die in here. And now your back in my life and I can’t tell what’s real. Guess I’ll go on home. I’m running on home to the bottle. Can’t stick around. Can’t move on. Keep losing track of the time that we’ve spent and hell I’m hoping that I’ll see you again.
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I Never Touch The Stuff
02:44
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No I never touch the stuff. I never did like it too much. I wouldn’t know a thing or two from a thing or two. No I never done broke the rules. I never put the hurt on no bar stool while I wept to the lonesome howl of some radio. No I never broke your heart. I never done fell apart. Never seen that liquor store at the county line. No I never loved you baby. Never thought I’d live to see the day that I’d have to pay for these worn out blues. I never done the old soft shoe back when I was too broke to pay my dues. When I got swept out of town in my dead friend’s clothes. And I never got my money back. I never saw my money back. Never spent it at the liquor store at the county line. And no it never hurt that bad. It never never hurt this bad. Never held out my thumb toward North Caroline.
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Candy Kisses
03:19
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That little devil’s she’s as warm as codeine. Awful gorgeous. Pretty mean. Candy kisses what are you trying to do. I’m feeling good moving slow. Will I follow when the whistle blows. Candy kisses what are you trying to do. That little devil she’s as sweet as cocaine. Known to drive good men insane. Candy kisses what are you trying to do. Blood running down from my nose. Will I follow when the whistle blows. Candy kisses what are you trying to do. Well there’s many good things in this mighty big world. Go on home and kiss the girls. Oh lord that warm codeine. Oh lord that sweet cocaine. And if you wanna spend the night with me honey you’re the only sugar I’ll need. Oh lord that sweet cocaine.
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Sunday Finest
03:48
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I’ll see you in the morning there in your white robes standing in the water. The cool cool water. Singing hallelujah. Well god damn hallelujah. I’ll change my way of living and join the church again. And I’ll wear my Sunday finest in the darkest alleys. I’m searching for my best friend. I feel him right beside me. Singing hallelujah. Well god damn hallelujah. I’ll change my way of living and join the church again.
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Skipping Stone
03:19
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Don’t ever want to go back home. Living fast like a skipping stone. My woman is crying. The dog’s waiting by the door. Burnt out on a cold barstool I wonder now should I have stayed in school. Life’s a bitch and then you die. Swear I’ve heard that one before. I don’t have the time that I used to I don’t have any time any more. The gleam in my eyes it is made of tears. Spent my crying in my younger years. Now we’re camping out with strangers like we’re refugees of war. Once upon a time it felt so strange when they’d say come on kid act your age. I ain’t getting any younger. Don’t feel like a young man anymore. My whole body is aching. Don’t feel like laughing. Never felt like laughing. Don’t feel like laughing anymore.
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Days Gone By
02:55
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Back To The Bottom Shelf
02:20
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Back to the bottom shelf that’s where I found myself. Sure as the day is long I’ve spent lonely nights down at some hole in the wall. Drunk and stoned at last call. They’re hoping I don’t make a scene when the lights come on. Back to the bottom shelf. The honky tonk and cheap hotels where they got stuff to sell ya when the well runs dry. Down at that liquor store awful tired of being poor. All that stuff I can’t afford sure must be nice. Lately I’ve been feeling the bottle’s gonna break me. Ive been praying to the lord. If there’s a lord he’d better save me. Don’t know what I’m doing. Pretty sure I’m doing it wrong.
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Ain't Got No Home
03:45
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Well I’ve seen every jailhouse from here to Encinitas and I was born in San Antone by man whose father was a preacher that left his wedding band at home. And I picked the banjo in the family band. I never spend a day in school but I’ll be damned if that street dealing man didn’t raise no fool. I had three children before I hit my twenties and skipped town on my parole. They caught me down somewhere on route 60 clowning in the rodeo. And I’ve been shot by three of my ex-lovers. Another burned my trailer down. I should have been dead but I was underneath the covers on the other side of town. I ain’t got no home but if I had a home I’d of stayed at home. But I ain’t got no home and I’m at the end of the rope.
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In The Arms Of My Family
05:02
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This house ain’t a home. My heart ain’t no stone but it has grown. And I’d be in heaven. Hell. Heaven’s the highway. A good timing lady I cannot afford. I have been lonesome and I’ve been around. In the arms of my lover’s where you’ll find me now. But this woman ain’t a wife. This ain’t no kind of life and god damn she ain’t that nice. You can call me crazy. You can call me a joke but my dreaming ain’t easy. No it ain’t easy. And I will be honest. I’ve been through hell. I’ll never find solace. It ain’t good for my health. I have been lonesome and I’ve been around. In the arms of my family’s where you’ll find me now.
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Hoss
03:27
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There’s a special place in hell for guys like me. This pick in’ weren’t a living till the late 70’s. Spent a lifetime of nights choking down Benzedrine in the back of some Cadillac. We’ll never make it to the bar on time. Living out on the road my friend. Sure done paid the price. I’m high as hell and well past my prime in the back of some Cadillac. I never got to tell that hoss goodbye. He’d been bigger than Elvis if we hadn’t flipped that dime. And I’m still wondering why it couldn’t been me that died in the back of this Cadillac. And it’s one for the money. Two packs of smokes. Three fingers whiskey and a baggie of blow. It’s four to get ready with five miles to go but it’s six in the morning and I can’t take it no more. If it weren’t for the running I wouldn’t have a place to go when the lights go out. When the lights go out.
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