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Red Willow Way
02:16
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Down in the south rockies is a house
In the place of red willows, at the foot of the blood mountains
Past the bridge where sinning men drink red cinnamon
They say "So much for death, so much for death"
I wanna go where I can have my happy meal
In a whiskey ditch near the little house in Taos
I need a six foot deep hole like a shovel to the head
Where I lie trying to put my fingerpicking to the grind
I got a real bad thing with timing, even worse with rhyming
Making poetry in kitchens with loose cannons & screws
Hoping that this next sleep will bring me peace
But I still could take you towards Red Willow
I think they said it was somewhere over this way
Maybe over past the bridge
Or a little bit more south
Red Willow Way
It’s somewhere around here where I think we've been already before over and over and over and over
I’ve been thinking bout you (oh no, oh no)
I’ve been thinking bout you (oh no, oh no)
So much death and so much life, doesn’t it all sound like a good time?
"Here for a good time, not a long time"
Have you heard that before?
Yeah, I bet you have
"Here for a good time, not a long time"
Have you heard that one before?
Yeah, I bet
Yeah, I bet
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2. |
Redneck Riviera
03:42
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I can’t make any money down in the Redneck Riviera
Serving rum drinks in plastic and non-local seafood fare
Their tippin’ is low, it’s nearly from an earlier era
I tell myself - either they don’t know or they don’t care
I went down to the beach to gather some seashells
I like the little ones with the twirly-dad heads
I grabbed for one, but then I knew that I was mistaken
It turned out to be the butt end of a Marlboro Red
It’s not that I’m some laissez faire tree-hugging hippie
It’s just that when I see some litter something hits me
And I ain’t no organic, free-trade, gluten-free, veganese, vegetarianism-ist critter
It’s just that Earth was the only place ever known to me
The trash doesn’t come from dumpsters, bags or even cans
But it walks down the beach with an uneven farmer’s tan and a cold ’Stone right in its hand
And with a prideful rebel yell to remind me I’m in hell
They’re believing the south will rise
Right down here in the Redneck Riviera
So I take pride in picking up in the Redneck Riviera
While laying in the surf and enjoying the breeze in my hair
Either you don’t know, or you simply don’t care
But you better tip, and clean up your shit, keep your racist tattoos hidden
When you’re down in Southern Alabama, also known as the Redneck Riviera
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3. |
Hold My Coat
04:03
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Leaving the purple and green behind
Trailing after a second line
My ol’ carnival dress is sold
The drums pound for a day of old
They’re taking down names to pray
Another greenspace will remain
But they can’t take away the river,
Here’s to hoping the whole deal will fold
Well hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know
Hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know
You never caught me in the stream
Was ordered black market in a dream
With safety in the shadow
Deviance grows apropos
Full of brew, my belly’s yeasty
No more bread for me
No more dancing for my ego
Behind the curtain, it will show
But hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know
Hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know
Spilled beans all over the porch
On crazed and hazy days
The natures repeat with rhythm
But they’re not stable for my soul
Finding my way out of the valley
Through a mud-rooted thicket of trees
With the leaves above the clouds
I choose a route to figure out
You can hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know
Hold my coat, I’m headed out before you know
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4. |
Notion
02:50
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It’s a notion older than dirt
But don’t bother if you’re risked to hurt
But then again it’s only an urge
It’s a notion older than dirt
Working hard and not getting paid
Proof of character, I guess it is
But she told me not to only love the Benjamins
You can say I don’t know any better
You can always say I don’t know any better
But you can never call me older than dirt
Don’t hang me on my horse
I’m the primary witness to my luck
How could I fuck it up anyway?
How could I fuck it up anyway?
It’s a notion older than dirt
But don’t bother if you’re risked to hurt
Then again it’s only an urge
It’s a notion older than dirt
It’s not only gumption
But also action
it’s not only itch
Also initiative
It’s a notion older than dirt
Don’t bother if you’re risked to hurt
Then again it’s only an urge
It’s a notion older than dirt
How old is dirt anyway?
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Desert Lime
04:08
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With new eyes through and through
I feel a certain véjà du
Every time that I see you
I feel a véjà du
I was inert when you took me
The way that you hooked me
It all happened in a look
Under a tangerine sun
You can taste the desert lime
Where the land is as cheap as the booze
And the dust will chase your blues
While the green corn helps pass the time
Followin’ bootprints on the mesa, high
With new eyes through and through
I feel a certain véjà du
Every time that I see you
I feel a véjà du
Under a tangerine sun
You can taste the desert lime
Where the land is as cheap as the booze
And the dust will chase your blues
While the green corn helps pass the time
Followin’ bootprints on the mesa, high
Sotol para mi cabeza
Sotol para tu cabeza
Liquid gold to ease your mind
Liquid gold to ease your mind
With new eyes through and through
I feel a certain véjà du
Every time that I see you
I feel a véjà du
With new eyes through and through
I feel a certain véjà du
Every time that I see you
I feel a véjà du
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Practice in Happiness
03:28
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I once knew a man who had done some real stupid shit
One day he had to say
Losing me and losing it was just about on top of that list
All the Bushmills and 21
Artificial fame he had won
Seemed to him like quittin’d be no fun
Days spent down at the range
Focusin’ for a change
Shooting his anger down the barrel of a gun
So find you practice in happiness
Remember your manners
And leave all the bullshit behind
Going down the highway, it crosses my mind
The times that he’d made me cry
For kicks and grins, gettin' high
Hazy through all the lies
Well I’ve got no time for men like that in my life
Cuttin’ up with the boys, shufflin' up the dirt
Hiding from his own world of hurt
It’s a shame he didn’t know
How much it went to show
The pieces inside that lacked from the whole
So find you practice in happiness
Remember your manners
And leave all the bullshit behind
I’ve discovered a gentleman who treats me quite fine
I can see the respect he has for others
Keeps me warm late at night
Never puts up a fight
And is a generous lover
I find myself lovin’ him
Though I hold onto reason
‘Cause sometimes we can’t expect
What happens or becomes of our lives
So find you practice in happiness
Remember your manners
And leave all the bullshit behind
So find you practice in happiness
Remember your manners
And leave all the bullshit behind
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7. |
Gone Goose
02:18
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Going down an unpaved road
You won’t find me pickin’ bones
It is said you reap what you sew
If you don’t, you won’t know
Heavy-handed rainbows
Wake up in same boat
Now the wind comes rolling up
Always longer, the way in
All the green been long done gone
Left her nothin’ but a sprig
Of jasmine in her hair
Is all that’s left
Gone goose
Gone goose
We shall surf eclectic tides
The sound walls of sickly smoke
We shall ride erratic lights
In utero of our wake
Lay our spines against the plane
Away from our pain
All we have is dream freedom
Mesmerized by dancing flame
Gone goose
Gone goose
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8. |
Ain't Only in the South
03:28
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She said, “Songwriting’s easy...”
“Look around, if you don’t believe me.”
As I’ve covered all this ground, there’s been one thing I’ve noticed
The trouble did leave me, and this way I know
When I went around and skipped the town
The devil named music could never deceive me
Maybe I’ll fuck around
‘Cause country ain’t only in the South
Went out to the mountains, had a cabin fever to sweat out
I never could leave it, but I always forget
Louisiana, I’m passing through
Only business this time, I’m rambling on
In this life of leisure
The thin line between pain and pleasure
They say “No sweat, no get.”
”No pain, no gain.” ’til you’ve settled your debt
It’s how I feel about cookin’
If you don’t burn it, you’ve gained a skill
Searchin' for each, and every single thrill
And it never stops me lookin’
All the places I’ve seen (and I’ve seen a lot)
Have given me a delight, but I’ve been feelin’ more bold
I’m needin’ more diamonds ‘cause I’ve got all the gold
Maybe I’ll fuck around
‘Cause country ain’t only in the South
Went out to the mountains, had a cabin fever to sweat out
I never could leave it, but I always forget
Louisiana, I’m passin' through
Only business this time, I’m rambling on
Maybe I’ll fuck around
‘Cause country ain’t only in the South
Went out to the mountains, had a cabin fever to sweat out
I never could leave it, but I always forget
Louisiana, I’m passin' through
Only business this time, I’m rambling on
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9. |
American River
02:35
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Watch out, here come big momma
Comin’ to make friends
With them booty shakin’ blues
Her lovin’ wasn’t right
So those cheeks went outta sight
See she likes to have fun
And if you like to have fun too
then come right on through
We’re all here to have a good time
But if you float on down the line
I tell ya - It’s out of my hands
Watch out, here come shy momma
Comin’ to look around
With them lonely baby blues
She needs a warming right
Quiet when she walks on by
See she likes to hide
And if you can abide
then come right on through
We’re all here to have a good time
But if you float on down the line
I tell ya - It’s out of my hands
Flies in my wine
Red, white, and Zin
Fillin' my watch
Right on time
Flies in my wine
Red, white, and Zin
Fillin' my watch
Right on time
Down by the river
Your hands get a lil’ bit stronger
Your skin gets a lil’ bit thicker
And you drink just a lil’ bit quicker
’Til your troubles are, for the better part, behind you
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