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I see fire and lightning
I see a kingdom of rain
I hear small children laughing
I feel joy and I feel pain.
We're all hopelessly lost
So let's just stay on that highway
Another hundred miles
And another tape to play.
I don't know where we're going
I don't know where we've been
In the dark and in the water
Well I'm sure you need a friend
Hear the wolves yeah they're howling
Cos they haven't ate for weeks
And the water is rushing
Cos the dam has sprung a leak.
And it's up to our ankles
Soon it'll be our knees
And you'd start praying
And hope God is listening.
I guess I'll strum my guitar
And hope everyone can hear
I will sing them songs of glory
And of all my hopes and fears.
So let’s all come together
Let’s all dance and let’s all sing
And let’s call it the mountain
Cos we really can’t do anything.
And love is our weapon
Pen is mightier than sword
If we could just get our asses
And not be okay with being bored
Well I know it’s hard to speak
And it’s harder yet to do
But the water’s rising quickly
Time to pay the devil his due
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Tennessee
02:41
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I went to Tenesse with a washboard
I went to Tenessee with my guitar
I went to Tennessee for a woman, lord
She left me right where you are
I met her down in Memphis
At a whiskey bar
She took me back to her house, lord
When I told her I played guitar
We sat out on her porch
She gave me a beer
She said she was getting chilly, lord
And asked, why don’t you come here?
When I went in I noticed something
It struck me pretty queer
She made me swear on the bible, my lord
That I would always be there.
I fell for her pretty hard
And I thought that she liked me too,
But she was a catholic girl- my lord!
From that old catholic school.
She said well you know that I like you
And yeah we’ve had some fun.
But I love Jesus more, my lord
So it looks like we’re done.
So if you’re in Tennessee
Maybe you should knock on
The door of my catholic girl, my lord
And maybe play her this song.
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Your New Mercedes
02:17
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I'm gonna smash up your Mercedes
If I hear you're talking shit.
I already want to,
I need an excuse to do it.
Well you got a Benz
And I got a bat
Might not have been 55 thousand
But I can do the job with that.
You've been flirting with my woman
And I don't like that much.
She says you've got a new Mercedes
And you've been paying for her lunch.
Well you know I ain't got money
And I don't have that much to lose
If you've been playing with my woman
I guess I'm gonna play with you.
Well I've been driving my impala
And yeah it's a few years old
And it's seen a lot of highway
But it's been driven well, I'm told.
I don't think you really get me
I don't want to mess around
I'm gonna smash up that Mercedes
And ride that Impala out of town.
I don't care about the money,
Insurance pays out anyway,
And I don't care about the charges
If I get caught I'll have to pay.
But I've hired me some muscle
And a car to drive me fast
And I've got a Louey Slugger
Your brand new Benz is in the past.
And yes I've said it all before,
There's nothing left for me to do,
But smash that new Mercedes
Right there in front of you.
I'll come see you in the evening
When you're out somewhere else
And I'll smash your new Mercedes
And then I'm gonna run like hell.
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Pocket Full of Tears
02:41
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Leave the place that you know now
Leave your family friends and all.
There's nothing more that you can do here
You never stumbled, tripped or fell.
You can cut me down if you want to
I promise I won't mind.
You've done a lot of awful things
But id never say you were unkind.
On the subject of heartbreak,
Well I think I made it clear
There’s not much that I can give you,
Except a pistol and a pocket full of tears.
Come on now don’t cry my woman,
Kneeling there beside my bed,
You got a lot of life livin’
You’ve been wasting mine, instead.
Well I won’t tell you that I love you
It’s something I think you should just know
I don’t care if you believe me,
Cos after all I’m going home.
So pack your things and get to leavin’
That train’s a-coming for me.
Take my pistol and my guitar,
Don’t ever let ‘em forget me.
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Open Windows
01:57
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Well the rain, yeah it’s cold and hard
And the sun, well it bakes my heart.
I’m made of clay, and all these broken bones
And broken people and their broken homes.
And anyway, my doors are closed,
But the window’s open.
Hear what I say, won’t you listen to me?
And really listen, don’t just wait to speak.
And really live, don’t just wait to die,
And really love. Do you need to ask why?
And anyway, my door is closed
But the window’s open.
Open your heart, sing with me now,
The music’s over, the flame’s burned out.
But that’s okay, cos still have beer
And all our guitars, and some ever clear.
And anyway, my door is closed
But the window’s open.
Smile now, even when the sky falls
They can’t bring you down, with their cannonballs
Cos in your heart there’s a man who sings
And there’s a woman on angel’s wings
And anyway, my door is closed
But the window’s open.
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Where's Alice Moline, Illinois
Where's Alice is the music of Blake Moore, out of Moline, IL.
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