1. |
Boots
03:25
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Seven long years, I waited for you
You played your games, I played
Mine too
While I wait for you
Courting calls and lots of hurt
Girls are crying and I'm lying in
The dirt
Trying to make this work
I'm a big jerk, fooled by your smirk
Pulled out your gun, shooting me
With words
Right through the head, oh, just
Like I deserve
Throw me to the curb
All them old folks
Gathering round me
Point and laugh, oh, while they
Watch me bleed
I'm starting to believe
This is not a dream
Completely obsene
Bury me, in the cold hard ground
Throw my body in
While I'm lying down
Then you steal my crown
Before you leave me
Lying in the dirt
Take off my boots
And give em to the herd
All them sad words
Beaten and disturbed
Company deserved
Take off my boots
And I will love you
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2. |
Every Man Needs A Chew
03:16
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Well I sat down on the pooper
Thinkin' through and through
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
A real fat chew
Well them winds they are a blowing
Wild, while I take this poo
And every man needs a chew
Driving down them prairie lands
Flat as can be
Why did my pappy leave me solo
Well that don't matter no more
Cause every man needs a chew
Well I sat down on the pooper
Thinkin' through and through
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
A real fat chew
Well them winds they are blowing
Wild, while I take this poo
And every man needs a chew
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3. |
Dead Man's Isle
03:07
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Well I've slept out on these streets before
And I've drowned myself in every bar
But not like I did with you
Now I've got one more night of tellin' lies
I hope they never televise
The things that I used to do
And now I'm on the run again
For the dumbest thing that I ever did
And I don't know what I should do
You said "You can hardly see you won't get far"
So I let the dog drive the car
And hoped that I'd make it through... And I did but I might be...
Goin' away for awhile x 2
They might be shippin' me away to dead man's isle
And if I can't find a way to win this dreadful trial
I'll be goin' away for awhile
I'm practiced up in stumblin' round
But that night really knocked me down
And now I don't know what to do
Now that that dog ran off and I can't blame him I gotta get gone outta this mess I'm in
Or I won't be going home too soon.. Oh no I might be..
Goin' away for awhile x 2
They might be shippin' me away to dead man's isle
And if I can't find a way to win this dreadful trial
I'll be goin' away for awhile
Well I never shoulda let that dog drive
I never shoulda let him in
I never shoulda drank that last rye
I never shoulda drank that gin
Now I've got one more night stuck inside of a police station
And I don't think I'll see that dog again
I've got one more night of seeing stars
Till' they put my ass behind the bars
I guess they found out where I've been... And now...
I'm going away for awhile
I'm going away for awhile
I guess they're shippin' me away to dead man's isle
Now I've got one more night of telling lies
I hope they never televise
This one last night of crooked eyes
Let's light this city up tonight
Cause I am going away for awhile
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4. |
Smoochin' In The Ditch
02:19
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Heal toe and away we go
Spin’er around and kiss that doe
Take her out to the shack
We’ll talk about love
In the mornin’
Woke up dirty in the grass
Head was poundin’, smells like ass
She was just a starin’ at me
Ready to talk about love
This mornin’
If I’d had one more chance I would
Roll on, roll on
If I could get away I’d
Sure run, sure run
I’m just not feelin’ love
This mornin’
Well she got up quick, grabbed her clothes
Hit me with a stick, got a bloody nose
Said “Imma tell my mean old Pa
You’ll surely be dead
In the mornin’”
I got up quick, grabbed my boots
Rode home fast, told mom the news
Got on my horse and rode to the hills
All the way
Till the mornin’
If I had one more chance I’d
Hold on, hold on
If I could get away I’d
Hold strong, hold strong
I wish I felt the love
This mornin’
If I get away (I’m holding on)
If I get away (I’m holding strong)
I wish I felt the love this morning
I wish I felt the love this morning
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5. |
One Armed Man
03:12
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[Intro / Chorus]
I did it for my baby
I did it for that bottle
And I do it for my one-armed man who
Likes to please my dirty soul
Can I see you baby, can I see you doll
Can I kiss you maybe before I’m up against the wall
I’ve been playing drinking games but the players have all gone
Take me for a ride I’m whiskey strong
Can I be the morning‚ can I be the night
Can I be the afternoon‚ when I make you feel all right
I’m gonna be that night crawler that crawls into your bed
Baby let’s bang heads
I did it for my baby
I did it for that bottle
And I do it for my one-armed man who
Likes to please my dirty soul
Now the honeymoon’s over‚ it’s time to go with my friends
Now that it’s all over, grab that bottle and commence
I’m gonna be a sittin here drinking the night through
Baby I ain’t coming home to you
See a pretty lady, dancing by herself
Walk over to her and say “would you like to raise some hell”
She looked at me as I swept her off her feet
Baby let’s do round three
I did it for my baby
I did it for that bottle
And I do it for my one-armed man who
Likes to please my dirty soul
Likes to please my dirty soul
Likes to please my dirty soul
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6. |
The Good Lord
04:15
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Well I pray, every day
That the good Lord'll keep me safe
And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine
Kill a man today, so I can see your pretty face
Until I arrive in your arms
Well I don't know what you're doing
Fightin' in this silly war
You're not a Yankee, love
Nor a gray-back Confederate
Tryin' to keep these slaves abhorred
You were just a simple man
Tryin' to do these things the best you can
Now it's time to come on home
I gotta baby in the oven
That I need to see before she gets old
Well I don't know what I'm doing
Fighting in this stupid war
I'm not a Yankee or a gray-back anymore
I've killed so many men just to kill so many more
Just wanna see my baby before I die
In this shitstorm
Until I die in your arms
Until I die in your arms
Until I die in your arms
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7. |
Delirium
01:28
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8. |
Miss Mary
03:48
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Lady killed a man today
Somewhere out of the way
Didn't know what to do or what to say
And she ran
Oh as fast as she can
To the nearest garbage
Where she threw his body in with a plastic bag
To cover up the rancid smell and decay of her man
Oh, what a tragic plan
Miss Mary and her man
Never killed no one before, never seen such blood
When she heard a man a'thump she grabbed that six-shooter gun
There was nothin' he could do, nothin' he could say
He was naked with another woman, screwin' around that day
One! (Hey!) Two! (Hey!) Three! (Hey!) Four! (Hey!)
Was this for real?
Five! (Hey!) Six! (Hey!) Seven! (Hey!) Eight! (Hey!)
She woke up on the floor of the jail
Was just an illusion, a toxic thrill
Kill a man, and
Thing about Miss Mary was she took too many pills
Voices in her head are calling out
Miss Mary and her man
She woke up from a dream
Seein' blood about
Her husband was innocent
She killed him anyhow
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Oh, Miss Mary, shootin' about
Killed a man with illusion and doubt
Oh
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9. |
Time For Crawlin'
03:47
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Well these days things ain't been alright
My best friend's been a bottle nearly every night
So honey won't you let me in
I don't got much time as far as I can tell
Been walkin' a line between heaven and hell
So honey won't you let me in
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)
Now my bones they are a achin'
From the choices I've been makin'
That keep draggin' me away from all the names I coulda taken
So honey won't you let me in
So honey won't you let me in
So honey won't you let me in
I need some help, I need a friend, I need some lovin' baby come on let me in
Well I've got more baggage than I can afford
That's why folks keep on catchin' me knockin' at their doors
And I know it's time for crawling out of this hole in the ground
It's been too long running round and round and round and round
I know I'm not the one who's been paying off his debts
But the winds are gettin' heavy here so honey won't you let me in
Now that I've been knockin' at your door
For about half an hour or so, maybe more
My fists are gettin' sore
So honey won't you let me in
Then I see an old pal just walkin' on by
He says "Come on man, you're lookin' bone dry"
So I took a big swig from his bottle and that was that
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)
Now I'm sittin' right here all by my lonesome
Makin' my home on a paving stone
Cause my honey won't let me in
Cause my honey won't let me in
Cause my honey won't let me in
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10. |
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Oh glorious father, where have you been?
I've been fighting for all of my sins
Mindless games and weary dreams
This madness comes from within
Oh how did you leave me here see that day
The soldiers took my rose away
They beat and battered, tore and shattered
My innocence was lost this way
They say the devil had their souls
The night they took away my rose
The fire, it burned so damn cold
At the Massacre of El Kuroke
And I was just a little boy
I dreamed of playing with flowers and toys
But now I only see death
When a boys lover is ripped away
He pulls out his guns play
Until everyone is dead
They say the devil had their souls
The night they took away my rose
The fire, it burned so damn cold
At the Massacre of El Kuroke
At the Massacre of El Kuroke
Well that's the way it had to be
I grew up at the count of three
Got no reason to repent
They say a man is born to kill
He learns his trade it becomes a thrill
That's what they did to me then
Well, that's the way it had to be
I grew up at the count of three
Got no reason to repent
They say a man is born to kill
He learns his trade it becomes a thrill
That's what they did to me then
They say the devil had their souls
The night they took away my rose
The fire, it burned so damn cold
At the Massacre of El
At the Massacre of El
At the Massacre of El Kuroke
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11. |
Hard Day
03:20
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12. |
Gunslinger's Glory
08:11
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Creep and crawl until you fall into that old dark room
Where you left your sins and all of your friends
Staring back the old man's lies as he watched you drown
You get up and you just splash around
Never really knowing why, they won't understand
As you hang from the tree with that look of despair
Pulling out your guns and blast another round
Oh, one of these days you got your, you got your crown
Woah oh, oh, woah
[Chorus]
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherfucker in these lands
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherfucker in these... lands
Going around every day as I shoot away
Taking 'em on down to their knees to pray
Make my way up to the top, as I knew I would
Being a gunslinger is a glory and goddamn, goddamn it's good
Woah oh, oh, woah
[Chorus]
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherfucker in these lands
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherfucker in these... lands
Well I got my wish, I was the best
The only problem is
I'm laying on the cold cement
With a bullet... in my head
In my head
In my head
Now I'm dead
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