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Florida
04:43
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Well, look out Florida you got a hooker
in your back, she's riding high with some trick
on Sligh street, she's in the corner store of the
Sonoco trying to buy cigarettes, she says it's her
birthday, God help her. She asks you for a pack of cigarettes. She gives you a wink and shakes her ass one time. You go and get yourself three more dollars for some mad-dog blueberry wine.
Well your friends are getting married ready to
have their kids and you're still out here bringing
bum wine home. Having so much goddamn
sugar trying to stay sober, but you never ever
feel at home.
Nothing good comes from Florida, including
you, oh your hair looks so black and blue
Keep me ready lord, keep me steady lord
Come back home honey when everything falls
apart for you.
Florida Avenue with them limp legged-lovers
she says, boyfriend beats her down. In the Dutch Motel outside Hillsborough Avenue where
them young boys can't make it downtown.
She a dancer, she's a lover, she's a money making
girl who's ready for a fight. You ask her where
she's from she says, pay that no never mind.
Left my old town cause it was shit. Living in this new town but it's shit too. Got to be somewhere better than this.
I promise you my teeth if you promise me your
hand. I'm going to give you the most beautiful funeral that I possibly can. We may never grow old but we sure as hell can't stay young. I'm going to be your American child until the setting sun. Go down the street honey sell that ass. Its a quick way to make some cash. Josephine don't you cry,
I know you're trying to get sober today but it might have to wait one more day you know I gotta get high.
All your friends think it's funny that we ain't got any money, laying in this dutch motel all day. Laying in bed all day. You know dogs like us, were meant to run wild like wolves. You know dogs like us were meant to run wild like wolves.
But instead we're tamed, by the same damn thing.
I grew up in my old town Lord, it wasn't shit. Got me a new town honey said, Got to get better than this. All this downtown casino living is gonna make you mean. The methadone clinic won't get you sober, but it will get you clean.
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2. |
God's Country
03:44
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Remember when I whispered in your ear
with whiskey on my breath?
A cottonmouth grew out your hair and bit me on the lip.
That fine day, when I was still hooked on depression.
My life back home was to hard to mention.
I was riding around looking for a place to be.
Lost out here in God's country.
Get off late at night and all I think is you.
Waiting up all night, to see the sun burst
in my room.
Memories grow old with their a long descension.
I was always the one with all the cruel intentions.
I was riding around looking for a time to leave,
Garbed up, dolled up and ready to flee. Like a gold lipped saint waiting on his christening.
I ain't ever seen a pretty thing
Until I met you.
Cigarettes packed down in the Crown Vic.
Your puppy eyes stare me down with a cow lick.
In this town, honey even the trees lean with a grudge.
In the bar room you told me you had enough.
You were, sick and tired of everything.
Looking for something other than God's country.
Where'd you go my love?
Come find me, cause I need a break
Your sisters on the phone
told me you made your escape
That you're out here wandering
in the wild world again
and you can't stand it.
Riding in a greyhound trying to find love
choking down a bottle and high on rocks,
You asked Lazarath, baby have you had enough?
I tell her no, honey I can still smell my own blood.
Riding around looking for a place to be
Looking for something other than God's country
Like a ghost in the hillock whispering.
I ain't ever seen a pretty thing
Until I met you.
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3. |
All Is Well
05:09
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When you fall asleep after everything
so lonely you can barely speak.
I got two legs to walk away from everything.
I don't need your sympathy,
I got more than I can handle now.
I just need more angels to keep me from running around.
And when you say, all is well
And when you say, all is fine
I miss you when you're gone.
I miss you when you're mine.
When things go from bad to worse,
I can dream of things to cry.
You ain't nothing I can't leave tonight.
Some people need a woman to hold on to
Some people need that night train wine
I need both dear, because I'm selfish and unkind.
And when you say, all is well
And when you say, all is fine
I miss you when you're gone.
I miss you when you're mine.
Well the morning it turns on me
Like a long ordeal that's killing me
Why don't you go worry about
Somebody else for your lifetime.
Some people need a woman to hold on to
Some people need that night train wine
I need both dear, because I'm selfish and unkind.
And when you say, all is well
And when you say, all is fine
I miss you when you're gone.
I miss you when you're mine.
Call me on the telephone ask me how I do.
I tell her I'm fine, I'm just making it through.
I make you laugh the whole call through,
but when the morning begins,
when the nightmare ends.
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4. |
Work Hard
04:14
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Tears roll down my eyes again.
Bet on yourself you must be strong.
Nothing left in this house to give.
Where did things go so damn wrong?
And you start wondering where I am,
And you start wondering where I've been.
Momma's in the bathroom door and she's trying to make amends.
Meanwhile you're in your bedroom doing your rosary again, but it won't bring back him.
Everything's a nightmare sooner or later.
I got a two tone car and I'm trying to leave this town too.
It's not that I don't want you, I'm just a man who can't stay true.
I hold you in the highest regard my child,
I wanna tell you everything that I ever knew.
All the birds in the sky you know they don't mean much to me, unless they mean a lot to you.
There's a dog here,
his name is me, honey
Happy Birthday, I left last week
I am drunk on the back porch of my bedroom.
Drunk everytime you want to watch Sunday morning cartoons
Everytime you want me to talk I can't say nothing,
Everytime you want me to shut the fuck up
I got to run my mouth and mean nothing I say.
What's wrong with me?
I'm trying to work hard now, honey I work so damn for you.
I'm trying to work hard now, honey I work so damn for you.
Give me another chance, give me another chance, I'm begging you.
When I get sober, why do you always got to leave me, when I'm ready to get back on my feet again?
Daddy you taught me how to sing the blues,
Every time you leave I got nothing else to lose,
Every time that you come home, is another chance that I wish I could say that I love you too.
Why don't you love me like you used to do,
Why don't you love me like you always did?
Why don't you love me like you used to do,
Why don't you love me like you always did?
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5. |
Gold Teeth
05:05
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I walk hand and hand with my death.
She's the only thing I need.
I breathe her breath, she breathes my breath
look what it does to me.
I look up, down, in the sky it's everything I see.
She looks down and sees the children, they're
gonna be as fucked up as me.
Gold teeth break on life.
It's gritty, but now don't let them eat you up.
Someday, I will leave the city before it fucks me up.
In the deepest darkest ocean you can hear the
locomotion scream.
Anne Frank's radio screams like it's filled with kerosene.
Wildfire speaks and spits like it's covered in gasoline.
I'm living in the past and future and whatever's
in between.
I know you don't like where you came from.
But blood ain't nothing to be ashamed of.
I'm still here, still hard to love.
No such thing as loved ones.
Gold teeth break on life.
It's gritty, but now don't let them eat you up.
Someday, I will leave the city before it fucks me up.
In the deepest darkest ocean you can hear the
locomotion scream.
Anne Frank's radio screams like it's filled with kerosene.
Wildfire speaks and spits like it's covered in gasoline.
I'm living in the past and future and whatever's
in between.
Stuck out on a highway, ain't looking back.
Trying to get rid of all this mess.
Blood ain't nothing to be ashamed of.
I'm still here, still hard to love.
Gold teeth break on life.
It's gritty, but now don't let them eat you up.
Someday, I will leave the city before it fucks me up.
In the deepest darkest ocean you can hear the
locomotion scream.
Anne Frank's radio screams like it's filled with kerosene.
Wildfire speaks and spits like it's covered in gasoline.
I'm living in the past and future and whatever's
in between.
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6. |
Strange
06:22
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In the back of a pick-up truck,
riding high across the gruesome blue wind.
Clouds hang on the backs of skies,
that all your dreams just die in.
One day they'll put me in a pine box,
with a brand new golden cross.
Heaven's just something I hold on to,
To keep from feeling lost
Come inside honey, it's time for bed
There is nothing you can hold on to
that you won't soon forget.
Feeling strange like the whole world's coming
down around me over and over again.
Feeling strange like a moth drawn to the flame
You make the same mistake over and over again.
Feeling strange like the whole world
is calling me down
Feeling strange like I'm breathing
at the speed of sound.
Baby ain't it strange how we love?
Every time that you call me up,
your just country mule kicking
looking for a life of your own.
Never, never, never give up
on the things that make you feel less alone.
I drove out to the darkest part of the darkest road.
Where all the trees are picked bare.
If you ever get tired of it honey you can come
out and meet me there
The water is fine, maybe dive right in
The water is the same as it's always been.
Feeling strange like the whole world's coming
down around me over and over again.
Feeling strange like I've never seen a face or a
name that I like half as much as this.
Feeling strange like the whole world
Is calling me down.
Feeling strange like I'm breathing
at the speed of sound.
Baby ain't it strange how we love?
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7. |
Moon
07:06
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Honey, I've been fine before, I'll be fine again.
I promise you.
I drank a lot before, I'll drink a lot again.
I promise you.
When you got back from New York last fall, you
could barely hold a conversation with me.
I had a long time lover in Dallas and you couldn't
stand her with me.
I heard you're getting married.
Congratulations.
Do you remember when...
We used to ride out far into the sky?
When the moon was some low country dog born
to die.
You used to say, no one trusts a cowboy,
nothing hurts more than their silence.
Loneliness rest easy on the mind
It's not hard if you, not hard if you try.
All I want is a chicken in the yard and your love
for Jesus Christ.
Back then you used to sing Aileen
You woke from the same dream.
Loneliness won't reach us out here,
Among the palm trees and the dying wind
I got to find something more than this languishing skin.
Come back to me, come back to me, come back to me it's alright.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.
Remember you were so young then I was so young too.
Your body blossomed to the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen.
Matt's brother was in Iraq and we went down to the legion hall to get something to drink.
Back then you used to say,
No one trusts a cowboy, honey nothing hurts
more than their silence.
You'd say loneliness rests easy on the mind it's not hard if you try,
God only knows I've tried.
I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry things didn't turn out the way we planned.
Every once in a while I still think of us in our sins.
When you got back from New York last fall, you
could barely hold a conversation with me.
But do you remember when we used to ride out
far into the sky?
When the moon was some low country dog born to die.
You used to say,
No one trusts a cowboy, honey nothing hurts more than their silence.
You'd say loneliness rest easy on the mind.
Loneliness, it rests easy.
Hawks in the belfry with heavy eyes.
The moon was some low country dog born to die.
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8. |
Break Your Bones
04:50
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Me, the Big Toe Joel, and crazy Dave,
Smiling over high tops about getting laid.
Brag all you want to.
I got nowhere to go.
Blew all my money on a rainy day.
Girl with angel print stockings got your jaw bone so tight. Correct me if I made a mistake.
Well your angel been bent
at 90 degrees for about two hours too long.
Careen down the road, broken bones and Escalades.
Robles park brothers they dance all day.
Fat beat athlete, trouble seems to come my way. We all found the Lord,
We all found faith.
Ain't it hard dreaming about when all the stars look the goddamn same.
Break your bones kid, give up your last regret.
Go to the corner go on and get yourself some cigarettes.
You'll be by yourself in the morning,
You'll be by yourself at noon.
You got a quick check loan,
catch me at the liquor store.
Or tearing up the avenue.
Baby forgive me.
Me the Big Toe Joel, and crazy Dave,
Smiling over high tops about getting laid.
Brag all you want to about the pretty little stripper with the braceface.
I ain't got nowhere else to go,
Blew all my money on a rainy day.
Careen down the road, broken bones and Escalades.
Robles park brothers they dance all day.
Fat beat athlete, trouble seems to come my way. We all found the Lord,
We all found faith.
Ain't it hard dreaming about when all the stars look the goddamn same.
Juliet's cracked up on Nebraska Avenue
and your daddy's out here huffing paint.
Oh, I want to leave this town, all I do here is get high and wait.
Got arrested in the backroom honey, why didn't you call me back?
I'm out here on Hillsborough Ave. waiting for another check.
Orient road ain't half as ugly as it looks.
Besides they only got one Big Book
and I'm trying to read it this time.
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