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Scarecrow
03:08
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Snub nose in the closet, six in the cylinder
It's always nights like these when I think of her
Shoot my way out of this town, fill up my gas can
Burn the whole thing down and run like the wind
Cause I'm tired of being a scarecrow
Tired of being a prop
I'm tired of being a fable for the shepherd and his flock
I'm tired of being a black sheep instead of a man
But most of all I'm tired of who I am
'57 Chevy and a bottle of crown
Probably make the state line before I burn this engine down
I know they'll set up road blocks, try to spike my tires
But I won't slow down till my soul expires
Cause I'm tired of being a scarecrow
Tired of being a prop
I'm tired of being a fable for the shepherd and his flock
I'm tired of being a black sheep instead of a man
But most of all I'm tired of who I am
Snub nose in the closet, six in the cylinder
It's nights like these when I think of her
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2. |
Thrift Store Cowboy
03:06
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I'm just a thrift store cowboy
Looking for his drug store gal
I've got songs a dime a dozen
I'd trade 'em all for a fistful of pills
I've seen New York City
Been to Dallas-Fort Worth
Drank sarsaparilla in Amarillo
And I know just how much a heart can hurt
I've been looking for a home
For a place that never was
I've learned all these trains can take you
Anywhere but where you love
Some might call me a drifter
I wouldn't say that they're wrong
Some might call me a grifter
I'd just call me alone
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Side of the Road
02:38
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See the flashing red and blue there behind me
Pull over to the side of the road
I hope he knows what he's getting into
Hope he knows I ain't gonna go
Back to the hell they call prison
Ain't going back without a fight
But I don't want to hurt no one's family
Don't want to take nobody's life
Every day we make decisions
We all got to find our own voice
But when it comes down to life and to death
Sometimes you ain't got a choice
So I hope he knows what he's getting into
I hope he knows I ain't gonna go
Back to that hell they call prison
I'd rather die here in the snow
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4. |
Dry County
03:10
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We were smoking our last cigarette
On the night before you left
And I didn't have a clue
We were talking 'bout getting out
Heading down somewhere south
Houston or maybe Baton Rouge
You said you were tired of being a waitress
At the Cafe Blue Moon
Where it's fifty miles from the nearest bar or
Sixty to the liquor store
With no way to get out of this town
We'd end up on some lost highway or
Busted flat on the interstate
Trying to thumb some old diesel down
You said some days you get tired of being a townie
Living in this dry county
Well it's Friday night and there's nothing to do but
Sit around and think about you
Wonder if you made it to the coast
Did you meet somebody new?
Did you ever get that tattoo?
I don't know cause you ain't called or wrote
Your daddy said you got above your raising
Think he's just jealous of you
Cause it's fifty miles from the nearest bar or
Sixty to the liquor store
With no way to get out of this town
We'd end up on some lost highway or
Busted flat on the interstate
Trying to thumb some old diesel down
Some days I get tired of being a townie
Living in this dry county
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El Camino
03:35
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I am headed to Nebraska in a dark brown El Camino
My father left to me when he let out for Reno
For another pack of smokes that never seemed to find its way home
My mother took it hard, I's took young to understand
My uncle did his best to lend a helping hand
But some things you can't overcome
Some things they just grind you into dust
I called you up my brother on a Sunday afternoon
Hoping you would answer but I know you never do
Cause ghosts don't answer telephones and they don't accept collect calls
I didn't say goodbye, Delilah didn't get a letter
Didn't wanna make her cry, she knows I know better
People fade into your life and then one day they fade back out
Once I read a book when I was just the age fourteen
'Bout a wealthy Spanish man who lived inside his dreams
At the time it seemed so foolish, but nothing now seems foolish to me
So I'm headed to Nebraska in a dark brown El Camino
With a half a tank of gas, a crack in the windshield
I am headed for the sun, headed of the edge of the world
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6. |
Winter Songs
03:21
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She was an Oklahoma boy born to a Baptist convoy
They always though it was a ploy for making some kind of teenage noise
She was so angry with God for making her the way that she was
They never gave a second thought until the day that she got lost
She always sang winter songs
She always sang them all summer long
I always dream she's in San Fransisco, out there discovering her soul
And that she'll finally admit you can't be angry with something if that something don't exist
Now I don't know what to do, I guess sometimes we're just born to lose
It gets so hard facing the truth when the truth don't give a shit about you
She always sang winter songs
She always sang them all summer long
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Rivertown
03:40
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Welcome to Rivertown, only gas for thirty miles 'round
Last turned card in a dead end deal
Where farmers drink Mexican beer, bitch about the price of steer
And we all try to keep our heads down
I might be breaking the law, but it ain't my fault
I'm just trying to get along
In a town where you can't get a job cause everyone knows who your daddy was
And nothing and worth nothing but it still ain't free
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's something to me
Welcome to Rivertown where when you fall down
Well you always scrape your knees
Football games every Friday night, church bells and Sunday drives
But some of us ain't worth being saved
I might be breaking the law, but it ain't my fault
I'm just trying to get along
In a town where you can't get a job cause everyone knows who your daddy was
And nothing and worth nothing but it still ain't free
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's something to me
Sometimes I look up at the sky searching for answers in the night
Searching for something to make it real
I'll gas up that old Chevrolet, leave black marks down Main
Or I'll tear up some old farmer's field
I might be breaking the law, but it ain't my fault
I'm just trying to get along
In a town where you can't get a job cause everyone knows who your daddy was
And nothing and worth nothing but it still ain't free
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's something to me
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Jenny
03:12
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I know some people don't like
Drinking in honky tonk dives
Where time seems to slow to a crawl
But me I don't mind at all
I sit here and ease my mind
The bartender knows just what I like
Cause whiskey makes me miss you
And gin makes me sing the blues
Tequila makes me spit fire
And vodka makes me a liar
And rum it makes me want to have fun
Don't go thinking I'm fine
Or you never cross my mind
Cause when I start to recall
She pours me something that's tall
And I stick a tip in her jar
For not letting me get too far
Cause whiskey makes me miss you
And gin makes me sing the blues
Tequila makes me spit fire
And vodka makes me a liar
And rum it makes me want to have fun
So stick a quarter in the jukebox
And put on some old George Jones
And I'll take a chance and ask her to dance
With me for just one song
Cause whiskey makes me miss you
And gin makes me sing the blues
Tequila makes me spit fire
And vodka makes me a liar
And rum it makes me want to have fun
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10. |
Take You Dancing
03:21
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I felt a crack in the earth
Nothing I can say will stop this hurt
Nothing stops this voice in my head
So pass the Loritabs and cigarettes
Honey we could start to face the truth
Or we could do what we always do
And I could take you dancing
And you could take me home
Wind up in the same place
That we've been all along
Or we could park this truck
And find out who we are
See if we've got the guts
To be more than falling stars
Or I could take you dancing
And you could take me home
Wind up in the same bed but all alone
I can't stop this rain from coming in
We have got to pay for our sins
Water's rising up above the porch
God sent a flood to our front door
Honey we could start to face the truth
Or we could do what we always do
And I could take you dancing
And you could take me home
Wind up in the same place
That we've been all along
Or we could park this truck
And find out who we are
See if we've got the guts
To be more than falling stars
Or I could take you dancing
And you could take me home
Wind up in the same bed but all alone
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Matt Moran Altus, Oklahoma
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