Old 97'S

Standin' on the corner of 6th and how to forget
Tryin' to do right by you all night, Annette.
You can go ahead and get married
And this'll be our secret thing.
I won't tell a soul except the people in the nightclub where I sing.
I don't wanna get you all worked up,
Except secretly I do.

I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you.
I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you.

Standin' on the corner of 6th and where do I go
The parade shut down now the rain is runnin' the show.
Where did all these people come from
And how soon can they leave?
Normally I'd be headin' to it
But I need to get some sleep
Though I do wish you'd come over but I'm warning you if you do

I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you.
I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you.

Standin on the corner of 6th and where do I get
Tryin' to do right by you all night, Annette.
This would only be an experiment
In things that could have been
And you can go ahead and get married
And it'll probably never happen again
I don't mean to make you excited except secretly I do.

I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you.
I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you.
I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you.
I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you

She's a singer and I'm a smoker
I'm dragging it up all my extra store
She was singing and I was smoking
Saving butts all I can afford

I'm just smoking up what I got heavy into
Dragged it up, coughed it up
Sat up wondering where you gone to
All for your return I drank, what wouldn't burn
And called your name but you never came

She's a singer and I'm a smoker
I'm dragging it up all my extra store
She was singing and I was smoking
Saving butts all I can afford

I'm just sitting up it's late, it's getting rough
It's two o'clock, black and white
Ceilings got no good advice
All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn
And called your name but you never came

She's a singer and I'm a smoker
I'm dragging it up all my extra store
She was singing and I was smoking
Saving butts all I can afford

And the hole in the screen is barely big enough for you
And not near enough for me to go
And the whole damn complicated
Situation could've been avoided if I'd only shut the window

And I may be leavin' myself open
To a murder or a heart attack
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come back, 'til you come back

And I may be movin' myself closer
To a real untimely end
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come home again, you come home again

And I told the neighbors, I put pictures up
And handed out some flyers at the show
And the whole town speculating
Situations could've been avoided if I'd only shut the window

And I may be leavin' myself open
To a murder or a heart attack
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come back, 'til you come back

And I may be movin' myself closer
To a real untimely end
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come home again, you come home again
'Til you come home again

And I may be leavin' myself open
To a murder or a heart attack
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come back, 'til you come back

And I may be movin' myself closer
To a real untimely end
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come home again, you come home again
'Til you come home again, 'til you come home

Big brown eyes and a gust of wind
And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says
"The end is coming soon", but not soon enough
Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff

'Cause if Robert's dad is right
We might not make it through the night
And I'd hate to go alone
Please pick up the phone

Well, a box of red and a pill or three
And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company
I wish you were here, I wish I was too
I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do

You don't want me anymore
Since fame and fortune broke down our door
You don't give me no respect
What did I expect?

If that phone don't ring one more time
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind
You made a big impression for a girl of your size
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes

Her hands are cold, her breath is warm
She's a port in a storm
I'm worried now but it won't be long
It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song

I've got issues, yeah
Like I miss you, yeah
And I wish I weren't so thick
I'm making myself sick

If that phone don't ring one more time
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind
You made a big impression for a girl of your size
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes

Cryin', cryin'
Cryin' drunk

Walker lives on the island
I'm still stuck in the south
Walker lives off his hands now
I still live off my mouth

The only difference is you've got integrity, I don't
Only difference is I'll do a lot of things you won't
You'd like to think I'm sleeping very peacefully, I'm not
I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin'

Walker says you're a Cancer
I just think you're a flu
Oh, but then again I'm a Virgo
I'm no match for you

Yeah, the only difference is that I pretend that it's alright
So cut up pretendin' I can make it through the night
You'd like to think I'm sleeping very peacefully, I'm not
I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk
I'm cryin', I'm cryin', I'm cryin', I'm cryin' drunk

The only difference is you've got integrity, I don't
Only difference is I'll do a lot of things you won't
You'd like to think I'm sleeping very peacefully, I'm not
I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk

I'm cryin'

can't get a line to telephone you
why you holing your company?
I been moaning Oh! Lonesome Me
you made a pigeon of my heart
and I'd go anywhere to know you
take a long way coming back
be your yellow bedroom cab
making bread in your heaven
and you're the reason im losing all my sleep
'cause I just can't get what I want
I'm spinning out I'm pocket sized
I'm gonna catch that flyer
I'm gonna see it shine
yeah you're waking up my one desire
but I cant get a line
can't get a to telephone you
and I ponder your hold on me
I been moaning Oh! lonesome Me
you made a pigeon of my heart
and I'd go anywhere to know you
take the long way comming back
be your yellow bedroom cab
making bread in your heaven

Me and this girl we've been falling in love
Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon
Me and this girl I've been living above
On a road called Oppenheimer

Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair
Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon
Me and this girl we were going somewhere
On a road called Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we've been working it out
We've got a long way to go, we've got a long way to go
Me and this girl we've been having it out
On a road called Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we've been getting it on
Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon
Watching it go 'til it's all the way gone
On a road called Oppenheimer

And the days gonna be today and the time is gonna be right now
No I'm never gonna fall for anyone else but her
And the place is gonna be right here
On a road called Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we been falling in love
Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon
Me and this girl I've been dreaming above
On a road called Oppenheimer

Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair
Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon
Me and this girl we were going somewhere
On a road called Oppenheimer

And the days gonna be today and the time is gonna be right now
No I'm never gonna fall for anyone else but her
And the place is gonna be right here
On a road called Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer
Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we've been working it out
We've got a long way to go, we've got a long way to go

Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore.

Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so.
I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go.

Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days.

You say,

I got a four leaf clover
It ain't done one single lick of good
I'm still a drunk, I'm still a loser
Living in a lousy neighborhood

I got a real live horseshoe
And I hung it upside-down above my door
But it don't do nothing to attract you
So I don't know what the hell it's for

Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover
Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for
I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you

I got a lucky silver dollar
My granddad gave it to me now he's dead
Times like this I wish that I could join him
Might just stop this pounding in my head

Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover
Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for
I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you
I ain't got no hope of getting you, I ain't got no hope of getting you, yeah

I remember the Alamo, I don't recall who won
They had swords, they had horses, I hear we had mighty guns
Like the ones from Navarone last night on Channel 21
It's a long way back to El Paso

It was early Monday morning in the Central Standard Zone
You were quiet like the TV, hung up like the telephone
You were sleeping next to me, I might as well have been alone
It's a long way back to El Paso

And if my heart was a car
You would have stripped it a long time ago
And if my heart was a car
You would have stripped it a long time ago
And if my heart was a car

You would have stripped it down and sold it off
To the greasy man in the salvage lot
As it is it's just a heart
No, no, it ain't worth nothin'

I ain't talkin' 'bout tomorrow, I'm talkin' 'bout tonight
You told me you were drunk already, that don't make it right
You want at me, well, have at it, 'cause I'm in the mood to fight
And it's a long way back to El Paso

And if my heart was a car
You would have stripped it a long time ago
And if my heart was a car
You would have stripped it a long time ago

And if my heart was a car
You would have stripped it a long time ago
And if my heart was a, and if my heart was a
And if my heart was a car

And if my heart was a car
You would have stripped it a long time ago
And if my heart was a car
You would have stripped it a long time ago
And if my heart was a car

First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a young one's dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound
No one could steer me right but mama tried

One and only rebel child, family meek and mild
My mama seemed to know what lay in store
Despite of all my Sunday learnin', bad I kept on turnin'
'Til mama couldn't hold me anymore

I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame, 'cause mama tried

Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best
She tried to steer me right but I refused

I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame, 'cause mama tried
That leaves only me to blame, 'cause mama tried
That leaves only me to blame, 'cause mama tried

I was a debater
Was not a stoner or an inline skater
Was not a player or a player hater
I was just a bookworm on a respirator
Who's to say that's wrong?

I was in the chess club
Didn't have a swimming pool much less a true love
Didn't have a dalliance much less a hot tub
I was just a brain whose brain never let up
Who's to say that's wrong?

The twelve years after five are years we're lucky to survive
Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away
Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away

Went out for the football team
Found out the hard way that you can't live your dad's dream
Had pretty thin skin to be in the machine
Then I found a guitar and the rest's a fanzine
Who's to say that's wrong?

The moral of the song is that the high school kids are wrong
You know they have been all along come graduation day, you'll be gone
Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away
Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away

The moral of the song is that the high school kids are wrong
You know they have been all along, come graduation, you'll be gone
Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away
Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away

Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away
Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away
In memory far away

What remains of the day remains to be seen
By the TV that we never turn on
Each other's enough I never had it so rough
Ever since I been gone

White noise swells in my head
Making me worry it's the summertime
But it's the dead of the fall
It's the dead of the night hell yes I mind

I would give anything not to feel so jagged
I'd give anything not to feel so jagged
I'd give anything not to feel so jagged

I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense
But I think I'm gonna give it a try
There's no settling down
There's only driving downstate so I drive

I would give anything not to feel so jagged
I'd give anything not to feel so jagged
I'd give anything not to feel so jagged

I'd give anything not to feel so jagged
I'd give anything not to feel so jagged
I'd give anything not to feel so jagged

When I first met Doreen
She was barely seventeen
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar

The way she tossed 'em back
I would've had a heart attack
But as it is I let her drive my car

We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds
Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen"

Well, you can roll your eyes and nod
But I swear that I saw God in the moonlight
On a side street in the wreckage we call Queens

Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen
Come clean, Doreen, come clean, Doreen

Well, I'm pulling into Cleveland
In a seven-seater tour van
There's eight of us, so I'm sleeping on the floor

The guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the old crow
Which multiplies my sorrow, I can't take it anymore

Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen
Come clean Doreen, come clean, Doreen

Now I'm begging and I'm pleading
"Well pull over guys, I'm bleeding
There's a fina off the highway with a phone"

I'm calling you, Doreen
But it rings and rings and rings
Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home

Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen
Come clean, Doreen, come clean, Doreen

You're a bottlecap away, from pushing me too far
Well the problem's getting big, and it's a compact car
So I won't feel so bad, I did all I could do
Now I'm on wounded knee
And we're at waterloo
So please get out of my car

I was born in the backseat of a mustang
On a cold night, in a hard raid
And the very first song that the radio sang,
It was "I won't be home no more"

You're a rattle-trap tonight, my ears are getting tired
So listen for awhile, before this thing expired
It was bound to fail because of where I'm from
Now the moon's at four o'clock and it's high time
Kingdom come
So please get out, of my car

I was born in the backseat of a mustang
On a cold night, in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
It was "I won't be home no more"
I was born in the backseat of a mustang
On a cold night, in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
It was "I won't be home no more"
And I won't be home no more

I'm pulling off the road, I'm opening the door
I'm giving you the pavement, I'm telling you what for
You're no more than a thought
And you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror
Yeah, you're getting smaller in my rearview
Yeah, you're getting smaller

I was born in the backseat of a mustang
On a cold night, in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
It was "I won't be home no more"
And I won't be home no more
I was born in the backseat of a mustang
On a cold night, in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
It was "I won't be home no more"
I won't be home no more

Why aren't you here? It's almost 4 a.m.
I finished up all of your beer, now I'm startin' on your gin
I went through your diary, flipped through your phone book
Called all your friends, I just wanna know where you been
I just wanna know where you been

I pulled back your sheets, now I'm crawlin' in your bed
Every drink's one more defeat and every footstep hurts my head
I don't want excuses, I don't wanna hear that you were out with your friends
I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been

I hope you crash your momma's car
I hope you pass out in some bar
I hope you catch some kinda flu
Let's say I wish the worst for you

I hope you're happy with yourself
I hope you found somebody else
'Cause I ain't askin' you again
I just wanna know where you been
I just wanna know where you been

Why am I here? I've got better things to do
I could hang out on the pier down by the Hudson, sniffin' glue
I guess I'm a looser, but I like being miserable, swimming in sin
I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been

I hope you crash your momma's car
I hope you pass out in some bar
I hope you catch some kinda flu
Let's say I wish the worst for you

I hope you're happy with yourself
I hope you found somebody else
'Cause I ain't askin' you again
I just wanna know where you been
I just wanna know where you been
I just wanna know where you been
I just wanna know where you been

Well, I turned my microwave on and I cooked my chicken ravioli
The last ten years of my life I?ve been feeling kind of lonely
I don?t do love, I don?t do women named Hannah
I don?t do red haired girls from Louisiana

I?m suffering from a kind of indecision
About what I?m a gonna watch on television
I?ll dream tonight of dancing in Coahulia
With a little brown haired girl and her tequila

My mama always seems to sing the same song
You?ll never meet no decent girls at Dallas honky tonks
What she says is true, with that I must agree
?Cause any girl worth having wouldn?t have a thing to do with me

I?m suffering from a kind of indecision
About what I?m a gonna watch on television
I?ll dream tonight of dancing in Coahulia
A little brown haired girl and her tequila

I?m sitting here just to a sucking on my cavity, cavity
I'm thinking of the things they used to say to me, tragedy

And I?m suffering from a kind of indecision
About a little brown haired, a little brown haired
A little brown haired girl and her tequila

One old brown shoe falls in slow motion
And the bedsprings hover right above your head
As bed springs do, when you're beneath them
Someone else just climbed into your bed

By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix
She'd arranged for your shoes to be filled
Well, you've got your pride and a blue-steel '45
Waited for the other shoe to fall
And you waited for the other shoe to fall

Dig a double grave out in the meadow
And you'll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud
You'll take 35 south towards Laredo
And you'll try to find a doctor that'll prescribe an elixir
That'll make everything better except your late wife and her lover

By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix
She'd sealed her fate and gotten herself killed
You've got your pride and a blue-steel '45
Waited for the other shoe to fall
And you waited for the other shoe to fall
And you waited for the other shoe to fall