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| 1. |
| 1:32 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:38 | 
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It's been sixteen weeks since I've been back home
I make a lot of money I don't know where it goes All I know is the guitar and the bottle My daddy was a loaded gun He said, "It ain't no fun living on the run, son" But everywhere I go trouble seems to follow So I ride And I pick my songs at night at the next big show My friends they come and they go And love moves a little too slow When you're riding with an electric rodeo I can't complain, you know I do alright Singing my songs in a different town every night Looking for a woman to keep me warm tonight From California to the dirt of New York From Dallas, Texas to the streets of Baltimore Wishing I was home with a little girl of my own And I ride I pick my songs at night at the next big show My friends they come and they go And love moves a little too slow When you're riding with an electric rodeo Oh, this time will be the last time Oh, this time will be the last time So I ride Yeah, I pick my songs at night at the next big show My friends they come and they go And love moves a little too slow When you're riding with an electric rodeo And you ain't got no place, you can't rest your bones |
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| 3. |
| 4:40 |
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Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain
It takes me to a station on the long black train I wanna hear the wind blow and feel the earth move below me Despite of all the good times, I gotta rest my soul So I'm gone, yes, I'm gone Gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone Gone to Carolina, where I know I have a home Every time I think I see your face in a crowd It's like a bell inside of me and it's ringin' out loud I've been so high for so long, there's nothing tried nor true I'm thinking bout coming down, to lay a little on you And I'm gone, yes, I'm gone Gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone Gone to Carolina, where I know, I have a home Take me home Yes I'm gone, yes, I'm gone Gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong Yes, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone Gone to Carolina, where I know, I have a home Yea, come on |
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| 4. |
| 4:52 |
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Come on boys, let's hit the road!
We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday That's where we played our second show Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn't know We were eatin' up the white lines, makin' good time Diggin' the songs on the radio And that party kept a movin' and you know what we were doin' We were smokin' up that California gold Now everyone was glad, "The Weight" played by The Band You know I never had that song ever let me down And I didn't notice I was speedin' but in the rear-view mirror blinkin' Were them state trooper's lights all spinnin' 'round We rolled down the windows, so we didn't think that he would notice Something smellin' funny in that smoke cloud And he asked, 'What you boys a-hidin'?' and we were all silent 'Cause I think he heard us clear and loud And we were busted Busted in Baylor County Busted, busted in Baylor County "Oh no, my Weed!" He spread us all along the highway, cuffed us all and turned us away And started pokin' round the truck for cake And we all stood there high as a kite, and he found it alright And don't y'all make light of the number one dope dog in the state That mutt found the joint in my pocket that was buried and locked up In the back of the trailer underneath the guitars and the piano seat And off we went to jail all locked up in a cell Charged with possession of that sweet leaf And we were busted Busted in Baylor County Busted, busted in Baylor County Now I was still pretty buzzed when they called in the judge Who greeted me with a smile and a warm handshake And he said, "I'm so sorry" 'cause they couldn't un-arrest us But that was up to some other official magistrate And he said, 'Don't you worry, son, all the charges are gone But I've got a few autographs for you to sign.' And they sprang us out right quick, so we could get up on the stick To Wichita Falls by show time To tell 'em We were busted Busted in Baylor County Busted, busted in Baylor County Busted, busted in Baylor County Busted, busted in Baylor County |
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| 5. |
| 4:04 |
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Another lifetime lived in a long night
I'm watching the sunrise before I lay down to sleep Livin' at parties, watching my twenties hittin' my thirties and letting it go [Chorus] But that's all I've been livin' for When there's nothing left to lose anymore If there's a door, I'll go through and walk right into my lonesome blues Running my friends off I cheat and I get caught They tell me that I'm lost but I don't care anymore I'm having a free mind Living a free life Knowing that my flight is gonna crash and burn [Chorus] Writing my stories on my worst mornings Pulling my heart strings to help me find myself Living with my past Smokin' up my grass And having a good laugh just to lose myself |
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| 6. |
| 3:27 |
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If I get to drunk tonight, Jesus gonna drive me home
If I get to drunk tonight, Jesus gonna drive me home If I get to drunk tonight, Jesus gonna drive me home Drive me home, drive me home, drive me home If I get locked up tonight, Jesus gonna go my bail If I get locked up tonight, Jesus gonna go my bail If I get locked up tonight, Jesus gonna go my bail Go my bail, go my bail, go my bail When I go through hell tonight, Jesus gonna ride shotgun When I'm closin' on a state line, Jesus gonna ride shotgun Caught my woman with another guy so I had to shoot her with a shotgun Jesus, come and get me my good Lord |
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| 7. |
| 4:35 |
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Don't wanna go to the mall
Don't wanna go to the movies I think we've done it all Just take me to the backseat Don't wanna hear you talkin' Don't wanna play your game Let's get this baby rockin' Just take me to the backseat You don't wanna get high I don't wanna get low So come on, let's go And get on it, yeah Honey, please Just take me to the backseat Just take me to the backseat Where no one else can see I know you're into me Just take me to the backseat And get ready for me Honey, please Don't wanna be your friend Don't try to take me home This won't happen again Just take me to the backseat You don't wanna get high I don't wanna get low So come no, let's go And get on it, yeah Honey, please Just take me to the backseat Just take me to the backseat Where no one else can see I know you're into me Just take me to the backseat And get ready for me Honey, please Do you need a map? Let's skip the nightcap I'll make it sticky sweet Just take me to the backseat Just take me to the backseat Where no one else can see I know you're into me Just take me to the backseat Just take me to the backseat Just take me to the backseat Where no one else can see I know you're into me Just take me to the backseat And get ready for me Honey, please |
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| 8. |
| 3:23 |
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Well, I push my load across the land Livin' the life of a travelin' man Dusk brings down another day Gonna swallow up time and throw it away Chorus Zero to sixty, she's the next big thing They tell me it's a steal Drive all night just to ease the pain Don't look away Stay steady at the wheel You try to sing a familiar tune Howlin' the words under a bloodshot moon Blacklight troubadour, push on through As heartbreak sits right next to you Chorus Zero to sixty, she's the next big thing They tell me it's a steal Drive all night just to ease the pain Don't look away Stay steady at the wheel Steady at the wheel |
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| 5:50 |
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Take me home
Well, I came to Cali on a highway from Nashville It's all a gamble for the fortune and fame My education came from reading the road signs Just another fool who got lost in the game And I'm going back again Cause it's blowing in the wind That's carryin' me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Yeah And all these actors, man, they're living in castles And with the earthquakes they'll sink in the sea Who makes a living off of heartbreaks and hassles? And scientologists make no sense to me So I'm going back again Cause it's blowing like the wind That's carryin' me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home C'mon take me home |
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| 10. |
| 2:59 |
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When I was just a young boy
My daddy came to me Said, 'Son out in this world there's a lotta things That'll make you feel like your supposed to be' You don't have to read the good book To be a good man just the same And forget about the money Money ain't brought nothing to your daddy but pain It ain't easy It ain't easy But you'll be alright Now it's 15 years later Now I'm out on the road And it's been 4 years to day he died And they won't even play us on the radio And I think I've found my way alright Without him here to catch me now and again I just keep on moving along, keeping my mind on my song And trying to figure out love And it ain't easy It ain't easy But I'll be alright Any other fool Any other fool would throw this away Any other fool, yeah I wanna take a minute to thank you For all the things that you done Yeah, you gave me a light in the dark of night When there was no place to hide, no where to run And it ain't easy It ain't easy, is it, baby' It ain't easy It ain't easy It ain't easy But we'll be alright, alright Be alright, uh huh Oh, it will be alright It will be alright Oh, it will be alright It will be alright (Easy) |
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| 11. |
| 9:17 |
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Theres a piggy waitin outside my door
Whos a knockin and a yellin that hes gonna use force Well, I moved to town just a while ago But I got in a mess, and I cant lay low Chorus: Back home all I had was my guitar Livin in the backwoods on Daddys farm Sittin on the front porch til the evenin come Livin in the backwoods on Daddys farm Well, my old girl was a Cadillac She was long and sleek and dressed in black But I caught her cruisin with another dude So I shot em down with my blue .22 Repeat Chorus But now they got me runnin and they got me to my home But I wont go, I wont go! Chitty-chitty bang-bang, and I hit the floor Two little piggies bust down my door The first little piggy went down The second little piggy started poppin off rounds I make a break for the parking lot I heard some people talkin how somebody got shot Theyre never gonna see it my way So I break for the truck and headed out on the highway I must have got it up to 108 Before three little piggies headed me off the interstate Its gettin hot, Im gettin hot I dont know where to go, I dont know what I got But... Repeat Chorus |
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