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I'm flyin (flying)
in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase i'm seein' (seein') the future, the past as i lay the present to waste i'm scopin' (scopin') all these feelings i have and hopin' for them to come true and i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby i'm holdin' you i'm breathin' (breathin') the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxygen i'm climbin' (climbin') the walls to where good and evil make a mends i'm trippin writhin' and squealing, pewkin' looking for someone like you and i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby i'm holdin' you (solos) I'm flyin' (flyin') in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase i'm seein' (seein') the future, the past as i lay the present to waste i'm scopin' (scopin') all these feelings i have and hopin' for them to come true and i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby i'm holdin' you and i'm holdin' somethin' more precious than fine ore, baby i'm holdin' you |
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| 2. |
| 3:02 |
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like a japanese cowboy
or a brother on skates like a blizzard in Georgia or a train runnin' late i call out your name girl in the heat of the night and nobody answers coz somethin' ain't right breakfast at Shawny's at $2.99 saved me me some money and eased up my mind i'm walkin' in circles and feelin' the pain i'm tossin' and turnin' and cryin' in vain like a japanese cowboy or a brother on skates like a blizzard in Georgia or a train runnin' late i call out your name girl in the heat of the night and nobody answers coz somethin' ain't right here we go.. (solo) i'm ridin' at midnight and crossin' the line from the rain in my windshield and the tears in my eyes now the bedroom is empty and i spent my last dime and the lovers are leavin' i got nothin' but time i got you on my mind like a japanese cowboy or a brother on skates like a blizzard in Georgia or a train runnin' late i call out your name girl in the heat of the night and nobody answers coz somethin' ain't right |
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| 3:34 |
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my dinner's on fire while she watches tv
and if you ever wondered what it's like to be me she takes all my money and leaves me no smokes yells at my buddies and insults my folks i'm breaking my back doin the best i can she's got time for the dog and none for her man well i'm no dope, but i can't cope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a rope chorus you can.... piss up a rope and you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin pack your bag, i don't need the agg on your knees you big booty bitch start suckin you ride my ass like a horse and a saddle now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle and i can't cope, piss up a rope you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble you can piss up a rope and watch me giggle for the last 6 months i've been packing your bag you can wash my balls with a warm wet rag till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk i'm sick of your mouth and your 2% milk and i'm no dope, but i've lost all hope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a rope chorus x3 |
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| 2:45 |
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i don't wanna leave you on the farm
i don't wanna leave you on the farm i don't wanna go oh, just so ya know i don't wanna leave you on the farm days go by and i'm still high but you know i'm thinkin' about you corn's turned brown the eves fall to the ground it's a sound that reminds me of you i don't wanna leave you on the farm i don't wanna leave you on the farm i don't wanna go oh, just so ya know i don't wanna leave you on the farm no telephone to call you at home i'm alone on the throne go get somethin' hey, thanks for nothin' i'll keep truckin' and gettin' myself stoned i don't wanna leave you on the farm i don't wanna leave you on the farm i don't wanna go oh, just so ya know i don't wanna leave you on the farm days go by and i'm still high but you know i'm thinkin' about you corn's turned brown the eves fall to the ground it's a sound that sticks like glue. |
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| 2:35 |
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there's a sweater wearin'
coat totin' boot footin' good lookin' man on town there's a smooth-talkin' funny walkin' dude around there's a pretty girl and she sees him walkin' looking him up and down she thinks she'd like to roll and rock him turn his life around there's a scum-suckin' lip pucking fat ol' truck drivin' man on town there's a boot lickin' high tickin' dude around there's a pretty girl and he sees her walkin' looking her up and down he'd like for her to roll and rock him turn his life around (solos) there's a sweater wearin' coat totin' boot footin' good lookin' man on town there's a smooth-talkin' funny walkin' dude around there's a pretty girl and she sees him walkin' looking him up and down she thinks she'd like to roll and rock him turn his life around turn his life around turn his life around |
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| 6. |
| 3:14 |
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powder blue
powder blue what can ya do she's powder blue powder blue powder blue what can ya do she's powder blue i'll be true (ba baa) my powder blue (powder blue) it's all for you (ba baa) it's all for you and ya know it powder blue powder blue the seventh sun of Orion with me too oh powder blue how do you do? come walk with me now powder blue powder blue (ba baa) powder blue (powder blue) it's all for you (ba baa) it's all for you you can feel that powder blue oh powder blue i've got this feeling powder blue oh powder blue powder blue it's in my head for you i'll be true (ba baa) my powder blue (powder blue) it's all for you (ba baa) it's all for you (solos) bobby ogdin on the piano ...thanks bobby mr charlie mccoy.. harmonica ...ah charlie russ hicks.. steel guitar and ladies & gentlemen... i'd like to present.. Mohammed Ali |
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| 2:42 |
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mister richard smoker
you're a poopey poker chardonnay & cocaine in the spa cigarettes and coffee breath little boys on crystal meth tonight we'll tango in the street you eat dog meat mister richard smoker you're a chicken choker tonight you're gonna let it all hang out pantihose and aqua net smokin' menthol cigarettes tonight we'll tango in the street you eat dog meat smoke! (solos) you eat dog meat mister richard smoker you're an Ono Yoker cognac and black coffee with the boys dancin' in your buster browns whirlin' to the techno sounds your hands are wet your hair is slick you smoke big dick mister richard smoker you're a velvet coker Bruce and Geoff will pick you up at ten goin' out dancin' in the city friday night gotta look pretty tonight we'll tango in the street you eat dog meat |
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| 2:45 |
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i guess it's somethin' in mu brain
i need whiskey, ease the pain but it's early in the mornin' and i'm feelin' bad again but if you ever loved me you'll go easy on me now fix me up a cup of coffee and in a while i'll come around i think i spent the dog-food money but he'll love me just the same if you really love me baby help me scrape the mucus off my brain (solos) it's a shame when morning hurts i've seen bad and i've seen worse it's the nature of my bein' i took some money from your purse n'that Frenchman loves to party and i know he's not to blame but the way you're lookin' at me baby i just can't help but feel the shame i think i spent the dog-food money but he'll love me just the same and if you really love me baby help me scrape the mucus off my brain and if you really love me baby help me scrape the mucus off my brain |
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| 9. |
| 4:27 |
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bless the father bless the son
cross your heart cos you're the one collectin' moon-beams in the mornin' curvy sticks and wooden poles assistin' you in pluggin' holes plug them holes till you see straight through to the mind's eye think about it turn around and go back to the quiet sound of Jim and Dan prancin' round the pool you were the fool and i feel sorry for you you were the fool but there's something you can do you can wash your arm in a pool of mud you can chop a tree prevent a flood you can speak with a turtle just by flippin' him around you can build a boat sail the sea you can buy a moat forge a key initiate the sequence create catastrophe think about it turn around and go back to the quiet sound of Jim and Dan prancin' round the pool you were the fool and i feel sorry for you you were the fool but there's something you can do bless the father bless the son cross your heart cos you're the one collectin' moon-beams in the mornin' curvy sticks and wooden poles assistin' you in pluggin' holes plug them holes till you see straight through to the mind's eye think about it turn around and go back to the quiet sound of Jim and Dan prancin' round the pool you were the fool and i feel sorry for you you were the fool but there's something you can do you were the fool |
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| 3:32 |
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Fluffy
furry Buddy chewed his leg on the porch why'd you do it fluffy on the porch good dog fluffy o-old friend my pal fluffy's got his buddy on the porch penny she's my girlie she sits here with me on the porch penny looks so pretty on the porch penny takes fluffy for a walk out on the path fluffy chases the other doggies on the path but big sister penny kept fluffy back on the porch so me and fluffy and penny where on the porch |
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