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Quick Buck
03:55
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Watching the train going down the line
i wonder which way will it go ?
Spinning my wheels, going round and round
not too much to show
Kicking a can down the road
scratching that itch, digging that hole
wasting away with my thumb in the wind
one foot in the door, i'll squeeze the other one in
Making the rounds in my old pickup truck
garbage is out , i could use a few bucks
you get a dollar a pound for aluminum cans
in the old copper eyes of the scrap metal man
you want a short cut around some hard luck?
you just need a quick buck
He's got bicycle wheels and alternators
old lawn mowers and radiators
iron stoves, wire hangers
he's got filling tanks filled up with carburetors
he's got license plates, tire weights,
rail road spikes from cargo freights,
rusted locks, engine blocks
hope you got your tetanus shot
bailing wire, broken pliers, nuts and bolts
and beat up tires, copper cobalt iron steel
lets pile it up and make a deal
you're silver spoon ain't worth a damn
in the old copper eyes of the scrap metal man
you want a short cut around some hard luck?
you just need a quick buck
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2. |
Snake Skin Boots
04:26
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You know i hate to hesitate to be making the first move
but she was looking mighty deadly in them snake skin cowboy boots
Come tomorrow morning i'll be ripping my heart out
bury it in the backyard because you know i got no doubt
she's so fine, i know i should be leaving but i can't go home
she's fine, it's true i get so high every time you move
Round about 2 AM the dance was getting kind of quiet
she set down double shots of finest single barrel rye
we threw the first one back, thats when my memory starts to blur
last thing i remember, we were dancing out the door
she's so fine, i know i should be leaving but i can't go home
she's fine, they say i'll be the fool but thats ok
Woke up with a jump, last night still pounding in the brain
a dirty bed, and empty room an aching in my veins
tried to shake the feeling as i reached down by the bed
but my boots were gone , all she left was one last cigarette
she's so fine, i know i should be leaving but i can't go home
she's fine, they say i'll be the fool but thats ok
she's so fine , i know, no sense in saying i told you so
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3. |
Any Drop Will Do
03:55
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The sunrise stirs my blood
But i haven't slept enough
The shower won't heat up
Because the bill is overdue
This sunday morning i smell like cigarettes and cheap perfume
But my mind's made up
I need a drink
Any drop will do
I'll take champagne
I'll take cocaine
A marlboro , or amaretto
A bloody mary or martini
Oh baby, any drop will do
Some folks take to cheating
And others take the beating
Some turn to revivals
But i turn to the bottle
I've always found what keeps my mind sound
It's the feeling that you get
Putting back another round
I'll take champagne
I don't need that cocaine
An old merlot or amaretto
A bloody mary or martini
Oh baby, any drop will do
I'll take champagne
I'll take cocaine
A marlboro , or amaretto
A bloody mary or martini
Oh baby, any drop will do
I'll take champagne
I don't need that cocaine
An old merlot or amaretto
A bloody mary or martini
Oh baby, any drop will do
Oh baby, any drop will do
Oh baby, any drop will do
Any drop will do
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4. |
This Old Van
04:48
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The red light on the dashboard tells me that i'm blind, if just to pray
This van will be ok another mile
She fills the air with gasoline , the cabin's loud as an F16
The CD player don't even work, the tape deck spins only in reverse
This old van and me
This old van and me
We're just a slow drag down the free way
Gonna get there when we get there
Baby that's ok
We got a full tank and she got clean plates
We're gonna make it
Not in style, but with ragged grace
Well i ran the tires down to the wire
Every handle busted off at times
The disk brakes squeal every time you them
The O2 sensors leak combustion
This old van and me
Was a rainy night down in Cabbagetown ,
A drunk yuppy smashed her windows out
Slashed the tires and cussed me out ,
I'll forgive but i can't forget somehow
This old van and me
Yea this Old Van and Me
We're just a slow drag down the free way
Gonna get there when we get there
Baby that's ok
We got a full tank and she got clean plates
We're gonna make it
Not in style, but with ragged grace
Back on that tour from Birmingham
We were home by sunrise
When you quit the band
In a traffic jam at 6 AM
But maybe you'll come around again
To this old van and me
This old van and me
We had some times
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5. |
Napping on the Job
01:59
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They caught me napping on the job again
I've been taking my time
With a dream i can't mend
The sunlight echoed through the cracks in my hand
All the lines i crossed
Just to play in the sand
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6. |
Junker in the Fast Lane
04:59
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I got no business being up this high
300 RPM , i'm barely breaking 65
When i was young, used to ride the trains
What i ride now, hardly drive it away
Junker in the fast lane
Making real good time, eating up the miles
Guzzling gas like it's going out of style
When the well runs dry we can tap the vein
Kick it down the road for another day
Junker in the fast lane
Junker in the fast lane
Before my time we had American steel
Before my time we had a brand new deal
It's all rusted out, not much has changed
Just the junker in the fast lane
Junker in the fast lane
Junker in the fast lane
Junker in the fast lane
Junker in the fast lane
Jesus take the wheel, the time is nigh
He's coming soon said the billboard sign
Not much left sacred or or profane
Just the junker in the fast lane
Junker in the fast lane
Junker in the fast lane
Junker in the fast lane
Junker in the fast lane
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7. |
Last Call for the Band
03:44
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It's Last call for the band
They've been drinking at the bar since before 5 PM
Now they got the gig to play
Will they remember all the words
Or the names of those girls they ain't fooling?
It's last call for the band
The drummer is walking sideways but he can still keep good time
If the bass can walk that line
But who the hell is gonna drive the point home?
I can't recall the chorus but the first verse sure hit home
I was dancing in a crowded room but i woke up all alone
As the guitar solo's faded with the fuzz face memories
They'll be sweeping up the cigarettes with what's left of the bar, and me
It's Last call for the band
With half a tank,
A pack of smokes
Couple dollars to your name
"Say, what ya'll call yourselves again?
Here's twenty bucks for diesel gas
It's not enough to get you home.
Say, did you say, which way is home?
Which way is home?
Which way is home?"
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8. |
Lovely Moon
01:46
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It's such a lovely moon
She said thats just a street light
How come you always take in black and white?
It's such simple tune
Can't ever seem to sing right
A melody for someone else's life
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