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Welcome To The Shit Show
02:45
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Welcome to the Shit Show
Shit out of luck in Chicago
I tried to catch her train
Never even caught her name
I was raised in the first church if a day late and a dollar short
Somehow it always ends this way
Welcome to the shit show
There aint no openin’ act
There ain’t no cover charge
But they’ll take everything you have
There aint no future there aint no past
Nothin’ good here lasts
Welcome to the shit show
I hope you have a blast
I awoke to a riot in the party side of town
A lady in blue said it’s best to hunker down
Put your feet up on the dash and wait for the storm to pass
Sooner or later they’ll wear each other out
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Waitin’ on that mountain to turn blue
Bottom of the barrel recreational
Cough syrup blues
I never get enough of anything
Never got enough of you
I'm gonna leave this town like a one night stand
Like a sinner to the promised land
I'm waitin on that mountain to turn blue
I'm waitin on that mountain to turn blue
Never liked the view I came here for you
I'm waitin on that mountain to turn blue
A kiss is a promise easy to make
But hard to break
Gotta my love in disguise
But damn I miss that taste
One more time like a battering ram
Then I'll leave without a sound
I'm waitin’ on that mountain to turn blue
I'm waitin’ on that mountain to turn blue
Never liked the view I stayed here for you
I'm waitin’ on that mountain to turn blue
Waitin’ on that heart to turn black
Waitin’ on that heart to turn black
I've embraced the darkness it's to late to turn back
Im waitin’ on that heart to turn black
I'm waitin’ on that mountain to turn blue
I'm waitin’ on that mountain to turn blue
I can't stand the view it reminds me of you
I'm waitin’ on that mountain to turn blue
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I'd Like To Write A Song For The World
I got a darkness inside me
the curtains are drawn over the window to my soul
Jed says sing me somethin; happy
but I got to let the darkness out
before it consumes us all
I'd like to write a song for the world
maybe have it sung by some pretty boy or girl
I guess I'm the type to make things tough
I could never dumb it down enough
I'd like to live in Nashville in a big old house
have people call my by my first and middle name
life gets complicated with lots of stuff around
I'd probably break or lose it anyway
I'd like to write a song for the world
maybe have it sung by some pretty boy or girl
I guess I'm the type to make things tough
I could never dumb it down enough
I could never dumb it down enough
I could never dumb it down enough
I aint one to honky tonk
i don;t spit and cuss
I could never dumb it down anough
you wont hear this song playin' on the radio
aint no hope for golden record sales
but this dirt rock anthem I'll sing proudly
as real as the blood beneath my nails
I'd like to write a song for the world
maybe have it sung by some pretty boy or girl
I guess I'm the type to make things tough
I could never dumb it down enough
I could never dumb it down enough
I could never dumb it down enough
I aint one to honky tonk
i don;t spit and cuss
I could never dumb it down anough
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All The Dollar Stores In Chattooga County
You get used to the dust in the air around here
And even a lover is like a spare set of keys
You don't miss it until you need it
I'm an easy man with really foolish dreams
I love you more than all the Dollar Stores in Chattooga County
More than all the opossums in the hills of Tennessee
Like a baby Daddy hittin’ town in time to snatch your taxes
I’ll grab hold of you and you grab hold of me
We got shade tree mechanics
and houses with shag carpet
And the young men still hold a door
For an elder with a bag
But the factories all shut down
And there's nothin’ here worth stealin’
So let’s give em hell just get lost and go out with a bangI
Visions of blurry images
Of my hands upon your body
And i cant tell reality
From a real damn good dream
That hair of the dog
Can really jog a memory
And you can’t drown your sorrows
In someone else’s stream
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Is it Tomorrow Where you are?
Is it Tomorrow where you are?
Can you see the same stars?
Can you feel my heart?
Is it tomorrow where you are?
Try to drink away the past
Blur the lines between good and bad
Bottles and cans rattle in the trash
Sayin’ shit I cant take back
Life gets between us now and then
Time slips away in the end
Life goes wrong no matter how I try
This is the longest goodbye
Ghosts fill the bottom of the glass
I try to justify my past
Never quite convince myself
Pour another shot of regret
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Courtney Did It!
02:55
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Courtney did it
A prophet ain't welcome In his hometown
They hate to see you up love to see you down
Shake your boots off at their door
They'll never let you in
You were born to fight but not to win
What's RockNRoll ever done for you ?
What's RockNRoll ever done for you?
It left you broke and confused it left you cold and feelin used
What's RockNRoll ever done for you?
I'm in the red again my friend
Smellin like PBR and stale cigarettes
I can't stand that smell no more but I still love the crowds
I'm not ready to settle down
What's RockNRoll ever done for you ?
What's RockNRoll ever done for you?
It left you broke and confused it left you cold and feelin used
What's RockNRoll ever done for you?
I commune with RockNRoll spirits in the night
All they ever do is tell
Me lies
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All Tomorrow's Wine
04:04
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All Tomorrow's Wine
I'm dumber than I should be
But smarter than I ever was before
You love me when you need me but it seems you don't need me anymore
45 thinking I had time
Now pushin’ 50 in a downward spiral
They don't name streets for guys like me
I guess that they'll forget me in awhile
Lovers came and lovers went
But all that I remember is your smile
Gonna drink yesterday's coffee
And all tomorrow's wine
Yesterday's coffee
Cold and bitter like my mind
But tomorrow's wine
Reminds me of an old love of mine
Your neck tastes like vanilla
Your lips they burn like cinnamon on mine
But your words they turned to poison
That murdered all the dreams I had inside
You took my heart and money
And then you stole all my precious time
There's nothin’ left for the government
Or anyone else along for the ride
I hope that you found peace
For me there is sweet relief in sight
Gonna drink yesterday's coffee
And all tomorrow's wine
Chorus
I'll play these crusty strings
Sing one more song about the things that I can't change
This broke down guitar
Never stayed in tune anyway
You won't ever hear it
At least not from me and that's just fine
I'm gonna drink yesterday's coffee and all tomorrow's wine
Chorus
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Foolish Ways
03:30
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Foolish Ways
Layin' on the floor
Listenin' to The Cure
I couldn't believe
My head on the door was a dream
Either
I had no money
I had less sense
But I wasn't lackin'
In confidence
Was I babe?
You took me downtown
What a good time we had
What even happened?
Do not buy your drugs from Chad
You really got your hooks in me
If love is a prison
You got me under lock and key
Don't you babe?
I was a fool when I met you
I'm a fool to this day
i was a lucky man to find you
I'm so glad you love my foolish ways
I sang you some songs i strung you along
The heart wants what it wants
regret haunts everyone
Left a few times and you did too
We came back
with a better attitude
Hope someday im famous enough
To tell half my audience
to get fucked
I just wanna kiss your cheek
Hold your hand and us not speak
while we watch the sun go down
For a little while
I was a fool when I met you
I'm a fool to this day
i was a lucky man to find you
I'm so glad you love my foolish ways
Pre solo bridge:
Darlin don't you cry
And i wont apologize
(Solo over verse chords)
I was a fool when I met you
I'm a fool to this day
i was a lucky man to find you
I'm so glad you love my foolish ways
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A Bastard's Last Chance
02:33
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A Bastards Last Chance
Alot of bad actors in this scene
Allota assholes know what I mean?
I just need to blow off some steam in between em
And the days are full of rage
It’s time for an escape
Let’s rhyme some words
And yell em to outer space
Play me that song you know the one in G
It’s the only key I can sing in
Play it mean and play it clean and we’re on our way
Play that song about a girl
That fucked up your whole world
Left ya for a guy with a job and aome cash that could dance
I’m your worst best friend and a bastards last chance
I’m your worst best friend and a bastard’s last chance
I don’t feel like myself
Don’t feel like no one else
No idea who i’ll feel next week
When you play those crusty strings
A little outta tune but with lot’s of feelin’
Somehow those scars don’t cut so deep
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Make Believe
03:42
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Make Believe
Hair soakin’ wet
From a winter rain
I can still smell your perfume
The look in your eyes
The crack in your smile
What’s a poor boy to do
You used to sing to
Me like a bird in a tree
I was caught up in make believe
I’ll never be
Some nations’s king
Whats a king without a queen
This heart has ghosts
Lonelier than most
At least I’m good company
I thought you’d bloom for me
Like a flower in the spring
I was caught up in make believe
Time goes by and I’m lookin’ for a light
Whatever spark’s left inside
You knew I loved you I just never got it right
I couldn’t swallow my pride
I thought I’d bleed for you
like a lamb that’s been slain
I was caught up in make believe
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I'm gonna let your Roses die this year
Love don't last
I'm gonna find a true friend from the past
That cried on my shoulder and made me laugh
And I'm not gonna live in fear
I'm gonna let your Roses die this year
I watered your flower
From Kennedy to Johnson to Tricky Dick
We used to talk for hours
Now our boring conversations make me sick
The love I thought was freedom
Was just a prison in a pretty veil
You let me think I'm leadin'
But even the Warden's stuck in jail
Love don't last
I'm gonna find a true friend from the past
That cried on my shoulder and made me laugh
And I'm not gonna live in fear
I'm gonna let your Roses die this year
If the sun shines too much
They'll burn up and disappear
But in the rainy season
They'll drown in God's own tears
It's just too much trouble too much pain
And memories to bear
I say it every spring
I'm gonna let your Roses die this year
It's easy to fall in love
Hard to find someone to love you back
Who'll count every star in your eyes
And kiss the tears you shed
When the sun grows cold and the earth gets dry
Maybe I'll find
The life that I've been lookin' for
In front of me all this time
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12. |
Little White Lies
02:05
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Little White Lies
Little White Lies
Little White Lies
A little white lie
To get us through the night
I need your shoulder
Just to cry on
I need your sweet lips
Next to mine
I need your softness
To persuade me
& little white lies
Little white lies
Never see you comin’
Never see you leave
Never hear you callin’
Until I hear you scream
Little White Lies
Little White Lies
A little white lie
To get us through the night
You said that you
Were so damn happy
& that my love was all you need
Well I guess you really fooled me
Little white lies
Little white lies
Little White Lies
Little White Lies
A little white lie
To get us through the night
I wish that I could stay and go gray with you
And baby that’s the truth
I wish that I could stay and go gray with you
And for once that’s the truth
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Some Such Foolishness
03:59
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Some Such Foolishness (Roger Alan Wade)
Another neon night explodes into a turquoise dawn
The Chattanooga skyline can't be much further on
Lately when I'm on the road alone, I hunger for your kiss
I 'reckon I'm in love with you or some such foolishness.
I can almost see you dancing to this song on the radio
It's amazing what ones mind can do if you just let it go.
In my mind I am your hero and you're a damsel in distress.
I 'reckon I'm in love with you or some such foolishness.
When these ancient urges come searching through my flesh and bones
Oh I need to feel your body next to mine 'till the feeling's gone.
Making love and breaking promises most all my life I guess
I 'reckon I'm in love with you or some such foolishness.
Now I'm staring at the ceiling and I'm laid out on the floor.
Hoping by some miracle that you'll come walking through that door
And pour me a glass of wine and slip out of your dress
I 'reckon I'm in love with you or some such foolishness
I 'reckon I'm in love with you or some such foolishness
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The Last Testament of Baz Shaw
I aint nothin to no one but my Mama
Nobody makes me laugh like
My Daddy did
I’m just tired my mind and body are a wreck
This is my last testament
I knew a girl in Manchester
That New England life did not suite me
She left for work I left a letter
Signed I love you but I love being free
I can hear that midnight train roarin’
I can feel it burnin’ down the line
I’ll see you all on the other side
Could be hell or paradise
I did not excel in high school
I was content to play the fool
I didn’t go to prom I just liked fuckin’ off
I learned to drink away my blues
Suitcase college in Alabama
Stayed with a girl there named Diane
9 foggy years for a 4 year BS degree
Damn shame that I can’t eat it
I can hear that midnight train roarin’
I can feel it burnin’ down the line
I’ll see you all on the other side
Could be hell or paradise
So here’s to all the starvin’ artists
That live off memories and wine
Picasso’s richer now than he ever was alive
I hope my corpse has a good time
I can hear that midnight train roarin’
I can feel it burnin’ down the line
I’ll see you all on the other side
Could be hell or paradise
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