1. |
Nail in the Coffin
03:27
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I put a nail in the coffin
I threw the dirt on top
I stuck the secret in my pocket
whether you like it or not
I hear the new baby crying
She's been growing all along
Just as cute as the dickens
Knows the words to all my songs
We're never getting tired
and we're never gonna go back home
She the only thing in this world
that just won't leave me alone
They got them girls in the city
They're staying out all night
Living easy looking pretty
I feel a hand in my pocket
got a finger on my brain
Well if you're drunk, i could top it
but right now i think we feel the same
We're never getting tired
and we're never gonna go back home
It's the only thing in the world
We just can't leave it alone
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2. |
What I Like (about you)
03:28
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You're like a cannon ball
that's kicking down my door
You make me sing the blues
That's what I like about you
You see me like a pet
feed me cigarettes
You say you dig my tunes
Thats what I like about you
I see your smoking guns
go on and cough it up
You love to stretch the truth
That's what I like about you
You say you pray for me
hold it as the key
You swear you love me too
That's what I like about you
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3. |
Lay Me Low
04:53
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I had a dream that you laid me low
struck down where nobody goes
I had a dream that you laid me low
Your Alabama heart was beating black as coal
You gave five shots, put one in my head
thats all it takes to make a poor boy dead
You drug me out where the ancients lay
and let the coyote and the sunshine have there own way
You laid me low for singing the blues
You laid me low for loving her too
You laid me low for having my way
and ill be coming back to haunt you, baby
One of these days
You said a payer to save my soul
threw the dirt in my heathens hold
You washed you hands in the river's night
Im just one less sinner come mornings light
You left me there for a million moons
and from my tears red roses bloomed
its not the sadness why i cry
its the beauty of the blood dripping justice tonight
You laid me low for singing the blues
You laid me low for loving her too
You laid me low for having my way
and ill be coming back to haunt you, baby
One of these days
Theres a line drawn down in the sand
"don't you cross it" screams a southern man
Foolish boy often thinks he can
He's got six aces in his deck and four fingers to his hand
You can't cheat the lord nor the way of the land
Reaper comes, reconstructs your karma
touch of his hand
long highway
story roll on
I had a dream that you laid me low
struck down where nobody goes
I had a dream that you laid me low
Your Alabama heart was beating black as coal
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4. |
Love Has Gone Away
04:37
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My love has gone away
when she'd call she couldn't say
The opiate parade
has led her head to the sunshine state
Any wind could blow you
Im gonna love you still
You say that I don't know you
I guess I never really will
But I got high on you baby
Bled my heart out on your thigh
I kissed your face so gently
but still you said goodbye
You should be here with me
We make us feel alright
Instead you're thumbing through Dixie
with your head in the stars like a satellite
I could be giving it to you
We could be lovers tonight
Im having dreams that I'm with you
and i can't seem to get you off my mind
I got high on you baby
I bled my heart out on your thigh
You swore its just the beginning
but still you said goodbye
My love has gone away
I don't think that you're ever gonna be alright
but id still like to have living by my side
So open up your arms and darlin let me in
Cause its life through love or death through heroin
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5. |
Alabama Style
03:22
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I'm in love with a girl
who aint got no home
she's deaf and blind like a stone
been getting high on heroin and cocain
seems the worlds to blame
I'd like to be what's in the needle
pushing love up into her brain
She's got real good intentions
but she don't play by the rules
She aint got what my mama's looking for
she never graduated from school
but she got loving, oh sweet loving
Got that love that makes me feel so good
She bares the broken heart of dixie
She's just a soul on the rise
She tried to give her precious self away
and the good doctor went saved her life
Now she's doing her some healing
Do some healing baby, but do it by my side
You see Im trying to be your Buddha baby
but I can see you walking on by
I don't really think this love and understanding
is gonna be what keeps you long time by my side
So, ill be waiting on your whisper
getting stoned and singing songs to the dog
She's got that jet black hair like a spanish queen
Eyes that twinkle diamond like i aint never seen no where
I never seen nothin like it nowhere, y'all
Halfs Havanah, Halfs from dublin
mix it all up Alabama Style
She keeps me living Alabama style
keeps me living Alabama style
Were getting down, we're fucking up
Were getting down and fucking up
But we got love in this country, we got arms
and we can open them wide
Im in love with a girl
whose got no home
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6. |
(Inner)Mission Song
02:31
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7. |
I Dream of Callahan
03:01
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Hold on, hold
what are you talking to me?
You say you wanna be my brother
but I'm someone you don't see
Well, hello
this is me
The only song that we have written
learn the words and you could sing
I smoke a cigarette with two scrambled eggs
Hear Mandi Rae complain about shaving her legs
Benny tells a story about hating a man
i trade the boy an egg just to hear his master plan
We could take it to New York
We could take it to LA
if we're heading West ill dream of Callahan until the day we arrive
Leave me high and dry in that Northern California sky
Pick a resonator
talk about The Crows
take a puff with Johnny
pass it off to Davey Jones
We'll sing about the woman
who never come my way
through the mountain to the valley
to the place that we are staying
Come on, Come on
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8. |
Fire in the Kitchen
03:10
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Theres a fire in the kitchen
and its burning me down
and I can't find a reason
to go putting it out
Cause mt head doesn't work
and my well has run dry
I can't find a woman
Im so lonesome I could cry
Theres a girl in the city
who used to be mine
She gets up on the stages
She's the queen of this town
Now my heart is all broken
and still her fiddle plays fine
I wish to be loving her
come morning time
Theres a job in the country
it used to be mine
I gave it up for whiskey
for guitars and good times
The good times I've had
Have they all passed me by
The good lord won't help me
It seems the devil is on my side
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Redface Alabama
I’m just a farmer who like to write wristcutters and jam with homies. Here’s some stuff I’ve recorded
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