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Alligator Shoes
02:59
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Walked twenty-five miles in my alligator shoes (2X)
When the sun goes down, hear the howls from the dog pound
Or the Baptist church pews
Walk twenty-five miles in my alligator shoes
Yeah I once had it all, forty acres and a mule (2X)
But I was dissatisfied, how she cried and cried
When I gave her bad news
Now I’m on down the road, in my alligator shoes
Got a handful of dust, for to quench my thirst
Because the well ran dry, and baby that ain’t the worst
Cuz when I left you behind, I was just tryin’ to find
Something good for you, too
Walkin’ twenty-five miles in my alligator shoes.
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2. |
Truck Driving Man
02:11
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She pulled the wheel right outta my hand
And it forced me to understand
Just how lost I really am, being a hard-living truck driving man
Now when I’m dreaming, gassing up my truck
She’s up in the sky while I remain stuck on the ground
Two little pills keep me up till ten
Two cigarettes and I do it again
Along the miles of open lines
That I cross when I’m making up time
But when I’m choking on this diesel smoke,
She’s down on the line while I remain stuck in this town
Ooh, but when I look in her eyes
I’m not hard inside, from this two-week drive
My mind gets light like a butterfly
Ooh, but when she looks in my eyes
I don’t fantasize, intellectualize,
All my messed up thoughts get organized
Rolling down a flat Midwestern road
I pull up a ramp to balance my load
Surrounded by the drifting snow that fell hard for three days in a row
But when I’m dreaming, sleeping in my truck
She’s out in the sun while I remain under a cloud
Pour me a coffee, it’s the best in the land
And play me that jukebox song about a truck driving man
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Waiting for something to happen
And the weather doesn’t look like rain
In fact it looks pretty good
Looks like we’re out of the woods
Can’t complain
Waiting for something to happen
Feel it’s bound to happen here and now
And you don’t usually see former losers like me
wearing crowns
Don’t mind the litter on the side of the road
Ignore all the creeps that wanna bring you down
I got a yearnin’ maybe you know how
To make it go away for a minute right now
Waiting for something to happen
Your belief is how you got this far
when we were young and relaxed
We thought ideas were facts
Now they are
A pocket full of twenty dollar bills
Won’t do what a little change in attitude can
Courage is mostly triumph of the will
Fear is mostly holding on to yesterday’s plan
Waiting for something to happen
And the weather doesn’t look like rain
In fact it looks pretty good
Looks like we’re out of the woods
Can’t complain
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4. |
Hey Sally
02:35
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Hey Sally, relentless is the march of time
Hey Sally, still girls like you watch clocks unwind
Sprung so tight you’d think they’d break
Night after night, but Sally takes it
Hey Sally, it’s hard enough to be your friend
Hey Sally, without us starting at the end
Polishing our social graces
Measuring our forty paces
And if you think I got no future
Who knows what’s in store?
Cause every time I sober up
I learn a little more
I’m learning to control myself, and not act like a clown
Trying to be the kind of guy with whom you’d hang around
Hey Sally, enough’s enough and bad is bad
And who shall see precisely what they almost had?
We take a guess and buy a chance
We get in line like sixth grade dances
And if you think you’ve got no problems, maybe then you don’t
If you refuse to compromise, maybe then you won’t
And when we measure what we’ve gained
Minus what we’ve lost in turn
It roughly equals what we know less what we have to learn.
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Self-Medication
02:31
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Had a drummer named Clyde, spent five years on the couch
His inadequacies, he tried to work ‘em all out
If we’re the sum of our fears, you know he had a shitload
But some self-medication kept the show on the road.
It’s only late afternoon when you load in the club
Get the sound levels set, the amps warmed up
Now you’re off until ten, you don’t wanna implode
Little self-medication keeps the show on the road
In the plexus solar, feeling bipolar
Frequent changes in mood
Your hands get shaky and your head gets achy
While you’re tryin’ to act subdued
Therapeutic, pharmaceutic
Or a bottle that’s been distilled
Your car gains speed, it's all you need
To probably get you killed
Left side of your brain will follow each compunction
While the right side strives to project high function
Your circuits might hum or they might overload
Remember self-medication keeps the show on the road
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6. |
Come to My Party
02:51
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Sippin’ a soda ain’t doing much
Just snappin’ your fingers to the radio.
Come to my party, it’s right downtown
I really would like to see you, girl
To get my party just ask around
Everyone knows who should be there
If you wanna sit back and talk all night
Come to my party, it’s alright.
Saw a mutual friend, she was asking about you
Couldn’t tell her much because I’ve been in the dark too
Said maybe I’d see you sometime and I’d give you her regards
She said for you to call her, there’s room in the car to the party
I woulda told you weeks ago
But I never saw you as I made the rounds
But now that I found you, I’m askin’ please
Come to my party, it’s the place to be.
Sippin’ a soda ain’t doing much
Dancin in your room to the radio.
Come to my party, it’s right downtown
Come to my party, we can all get down
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American Beer
03:39
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American beer, from the land where they drink it cold
One fine day its story will be told
From the big vats of Milwaukee to the Mississippi mud
It has fired and inspired and it’s
flowing through our blood.
1) Well the boys over in Dublin,
they like their Guinness Stout
They drink it at the funerals where they
lay the kinfolk out
It makes them sentimental or makes them fighting mad
Singing ‘bout their sainted mother or
about their drunkard dad.
2) They got 20 ounce Sapporos in the bars in Tokyo
For washing down the eel and the blowfish and the roe
The pilsner brewed in Austria, it coulda’ ruled the world
While the Red Stripe from Jamaica's fun with Rastafari girls.
3) When you’re keeping score under
the bowling alley light
When you’re at a hockey game waiting for a fight
When you’re playing poker and your
paycheck’s almost gone
Uncle Sam brews something that’ll keep you going strong.
(cho)
4) Some rich kid on the highway with his
vintage cowboy look
Searching for the common man he learned about in books
He read his William Faulkner,
he read The Grapes of Wrath
On the road for 40 days and never took a bath
5) But when he rolled into the Rusty Nail
and grabbed himself a booth
Ordered something cheap and cold,
it hit him with the truth
His books flew out the window,
he doused ‘em with that brew
And quit pretending he was something
more than me or you.
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8. |
Trains, Cars, Waitresses
03:32
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I love trains, I love cars, I love waitresses
Glass of whiskey on the rocks, splash of water
I love trains, I love cars, I love waitresses
But I never could decide in what order
She was waiting tables for some reason, that I know
What it was, I truly can’t remember now
Think she might have had a kid, or some old ma at home
Guess she needed bread for something anyhow
Mostly every cent I ever spent was on myself
Wasn’t much but it was more than I was due
Mostly every train I ever rode was by myself
Mostly every stop was just me passing through
So I told her ‘bout the wheels I loved and how they rolled
And the scenery you’d glimpse once then forget
And I told her I’d be down this road some other time
I’m still hoping that I’m gonna get there yet
I love trains, I love cars, I love waitresses
Glass of whiskey on the rocks, splash of water
I love trains, I love cars, I love waitresses
But I never could decide in what order
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9. |
My Old Band
03:39
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My old band, we were young and we were thin
But we argued about stupid things and finally packed it in
My old band, we were loose and we were tight
And we always made the last call after practicing all night
We believed in each other, we believed in drugs
While we listened to Hank Williams lying stoned on the rug
And our singer had a girl who would put her two cents in
We just rolled our eyes and laughed cuz we were un-evolved back then
If I ever met a band who survived the whole run
I would pull out my pencil and take notes on how it’s done
Now I’m getting old and I don’t care
What’s it matter how you failed when you were young? Man, I was there
On the ladder to success when I just shoulda’ took the stairs
And I scattered all my seeds into the dust, now who knows where?
Still I’ll gladly bet the Marshall stack you propped up on that chair
Ain’t no louder than the ones we had that blew apart my ears
We pilfered inspiration like you’d rummage through the trash
Yeah, we stole from Bo Diddley, and we stole from the Clash
But beneath the appropriations, there was something pure and strong
Even at our drunkest gigs, it came through in the songs
My old band, we were tough and we were weak
We were good at self-destruction, we were bad at self-critique
And if I ever meet a band who avoided our mistakes
I would spit in their faces, cuz I’d know they were fake
My old band...
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10. |
Unstrung
03:30
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Don’t come unstrung, baby I can’t make my way without you
It's a cruel world, and really all you want to be is free.
I see you living out there, it seems that all your other friends forgot you
I’m gonna pull you in from the thunder and the falling trees
Don’t come unstrung because you never really know what awaits you
There ain’t no crystal ball that can predict your possibilities
Right now you’re locked in a room but I’m determined to liberate you
So try to listen for my voice, you’re gonna hear it floating in on the breeze
Just grab a cigarette, I’ll come around to give you a light
And we can spend a couple hours catching up on things
Don’t be self-conscious what you’re saying might strike others as trite
Cuz what your feelings say about you
Is all you should think of tonight (solo – repeat bridge)
Don’t come unstrung, baby I can’t face the day without you
I’m barely holding on, I guarantee you need to do the same
Right now the world is scared, like they’ve already jumped, or about to
But you can face your fear, girl, you only gotta give it a name.
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11. |
Around the Sun
04:31
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Well our trip around the sun is gonna end
And I don’t believe in paradise
But what happens to us my friend
Is the same thing happens to every life
Cuz the world’s gonna spin, and the universe expands,
Black holes keep sucking light in
And dimensions may exist where the same you and me
Are doing it all again
In the Peloponnesian War
In the seas of Aegospotami
Sunk a sailor to the floor of her waters for all eternity
But the sun still arose, and people went to work
And it ain’t like he never, ever lived
Cuz a molecule of air that he held in his lungs is in every breath you give
Now we’re living in the bodies we inhabit in this life
And we fear the moment they’re gone
Start to hear the train whistle coming round the bend
It’s a sound says it won’t be long
Every trip around the sun’s gonna be
Something no one ever gets back again
You might wonder that it seems like a cruel way of counting back from ten
But the energy unleashed from a billion different stars makes its way into our atmosphere
And swirls around your brain and then travels back across
And it spreads your karma everywhere
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