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from Marcel - You, Me And The Windshield (2006)
Hey Joe, whatcha doin' over there?
You're sittin' on a porch with a broken down stare You got a flag blowin' in the air You worked a 12 hour day, now it's time to get away So you go downtown for a T-Bone steak And ya sit back and watch the Yankees play Well, his back's got a kink, so he orders a drink And he heads off to the bathroom sink And he washed his hands to the farmer tan And he looked in the mirror and said,"Man to Man." Chorus: Hey buddy, you're built like a rock You work around the clock That's the American Way Blue jeans and a blue collar Chasing the hard dollar You can't complain The only way that you're gonna get paid It's what we call the working day Now there's no down what Joe's all about He's a hard-working man who sleeps on a couch And he ain't afraid to pour his heart out Well, there's fireflies and pool-hall bars There's a broken down car in his overgrown front yard He's about a block of Nolensville Boulevard He's got bruised up hands and oil on his pants It's been a while since he's had a romance It's about time that the man get's a break 'Cause his only time off is church on Sunday Chorus: Hey buddy, you're built like a rock You work around the clock That's the American Way Blue jeans and a blue collar Chasing the hard dollar You can't complain The only way that you're gonna get paid It's what we call the working day Hey, hey, hey, hey another working day Hey, hey, hey, hey that's the American way Hey, hey, hey, hey working hard everyday Nine to five or eight to eight Chorus: Hey buddy, you're built like a rock You work around the clock That's the American Way Blue jeans and a blue collar Chasing the hard dollar You can't complain The only way that you're gonna get paid It's what we call the working day Yeah, the only way that you're gonna get paid It's what we call the working day The working day |
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from Marcel - You, Me And The Windshield (2006)
Breathing mask, gloves and leather
Stations of the Cross I've got no wings full of feathers Just my engines and a little sauce I never go up just for the money I never go half way You know I always wanna do you, honey But I, I don't want to fade away It ain't no use, test pilot blues A sunny day, boy, it sure do hurt Big bang sky, a big bang dirt I've seen blue you've never seen And I've seen you from on high I've been places you never have been I waived for you, you did not reply Oh it ain't no use, these test pilot blues Here it comes, I love this part We did it I never go up just for the money I never go half way You know I always wanna do you, honey But I, I don't want to fade away It ain't no use, these test pilot blues A cloudy day, boy, it sure do hurt Big bang sky, big bang dirt Big bang sky, big bang dirt Big bang sky, big bang dirt |
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from Marcel - You, Me And The Windshield (2006)
You'll discover that casual friends kept
Notes in their pockets to remember your name And all these places we went to see sights Just gave them excuses to get into the game And there's a look in the faces tonight That's untrustable as the hope That you'll never return in a while But you're always on time, so Sleeping soundly, the back of the car felt more like a home Than I would ever have thought And through the evening the engine kept on Until we hit Chicago and decided to stop There's a look in the faces tonight That's untrustable as the hope That you'll never return in a while But you're always on time, so There's a look in your faces tonight That's untrustable as the hope That you'll never return in a while But you're always on time, so |
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from Marcel - You, Me And The Windshield (2006)
Every morning when the sun comes up
On the east side, I catch a buzz Lying next to you, roll over, and kiss your cheek Just because And the paper comes we pour a cup of Joe Hey baby, there's something I want you to know If you need a hand, hold on I'll be there beside you If you stumble, I won't let you fall I'll be right behind you If you find you're losing your way I'll be the one to guide you home You're not alone I'm behind the sunshine and in the wind that blows I'm your shadow Na na na na Na na na na na, na na When the sun goes down, what a sight I thank you, girl, for bein' part of my life Then we order take-out, turn on the tube I rub your back because I want to Then we wash our faces and brush our teeth Time to go to bed, but even in your dream If you need a hand, hold on, I'll be there beside you If you stumble, I won't let you fall, I'll be right behind you If you find you're losing your way I'll be the one to guide you home You're not alone I'm behind the sunshine And in the wind that blows I'm your shadow, your shadow If you need a hand, hold on I'll be there beside you If you stumble, I won't let you fall I'll be right behind you If you find you're losing your way I'll be the one to guide you home You're not alone I'm behind the sunshine And in the wind that blows I'm your shadow Na na na na Na na na na na, na na Your shadow Your shadow Na na na na Na na na na na, na na Every morning when the sun comes up On the east side I catch a buzz |
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from Marcel - You, Me And The Windshield (2006)
One night in mid December
My girlfriend had me over for dinner There was nobody else around Too bad, her mom and dad were out of town We were watchin' Winter Wonderland When she grabbed my hand and said "The weather man's sayin' that the roads are all ice I was thinkin' maybe you should stay the night" Gee, let me think, all right It's all there, it's a done deal It's a looks good, it's for real Flyin' high in a first-class seat With the magic carpet under my feet Life don't get any better than this It's all that and a bag of chips Right on par, it's the whole nine yards A symmetrical equation, it's a perfect situation Well, wouldn't you know I was sittin' in the front row? Watchin' a Shania Twain She reached down and she pulled me up On stage and sang 'You Win My Love' Then she passed the mic to me, I started singin' And the crowd went crazy from the very first note I signed a record deal and that was all she wrote I was so stoked It's all there, it's a done deal It's a looks good, it's for real Flyin' high in a first-class seat With the magic carpet under my feet Life don't get any better than this It's all that and a bag of chips Right on par, it's the whole nine yards A symmetrical equation, it's a perfect situation And I'm here to tell you, it don't get any better It's a perfect situation, right down to the letter And I'm here to tell you, it don't get any better It's a perfect situation, right down to the letter And I'm here to tell you, it don't get any better It's a perfect situation, right down to the letter It's all there, it's a done deal It's a looks good, it's for real Flyin' high in a first-class seat With the magic carpet under my feet Life don't get any better than this It's all that and a bag of chips Right on par, it's the whole nine yards A symmetrical equation, it's a perfect situation And I'm here to tell you, it don't get any better It's a perfect situation, right down to the letter |
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from Marcel - You, Me And The Windshield (2006)
It was noon time, down time, break time
Summertime, miller time, anytime She was looking pretty fine A red light, green light, go All fired upside downtown She was shaking me all around I was tuned in, going nowhere, second wind Jone sing, drooling, feeling good, if you would Oh yeah, by the way she moves She's got me rolling in dirt in a white T-Shirt Breaker breaker 1-9 she's a big ol' flirt By now she's got me pretty tied up Tied down, any way I chose I got nothin' to lose In like Flynn, I was Looking for the win Just trying anything, hey Baby, where you been All my life I've been looking for Someone like you Falling head over heels Hey what can I do Oh yeah, by the way she moves She's got me rolling in dirt in a white T-Shirt Breaker breaker 1-9 she's a big ol' flirt By now she's got me pretty tied up Tied down, any way I chose I got nothin' to lose Now I'm in the fast lane going 98 By now I know she can smooth operate me I'd know now she's no goody two shoes But hey, I got myself nothin' to lose Oh yeah, by the way she moves She's got me rolling in dirt in a white T-Shirt Breaker breaker 1-9 she's a big ol' flirt By now she's got me pretty tied up Tied down, any way I chose I got nothin' to lose Oh yeah, by the way she moves She's got me rolling in dirt in a white T-Shirt Breaker breaker 1-9 she's a big ol' flirt By now she's got me pretty tied up Tied down, any way I chose I got nothin' to lose Noon time, down time, break time Summertime, miller time, any time She was looking pretty fine In like Flynn I was looking for the win Just trying anything, hey baby where you been All my life I been looking for someone like you Falling head over heels hey, what can I do I got nothin' to lose, yeah |
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from Marcel - You, Me And The Windshield (2006)
I came out here trying to make a dent trying to soothe my discontent
L.A. wasn't worth the rent I was paying You'd love the fall in Tennessee all the red and golden leaves Maybe you can come visit me just end up staying Can you pick up the phone, are you ever home? Can't you hear it ringing baby, doggone All you ever say is the same ol' thing, "I'll call you right back, leave your number and your name" You're way out there, and I'm way out here Trying to get these dreams of mine in gear How I'd love to hear you say you love me too But I keep on missing you, I keep on missing you Cooking up some mac and cheese watching three channel TV It ain't exactly easy street I'm living on Some people think that I'm pretty good like you always said they would I'm putting heart and soul to strings and wood I'd tell you 'bout it baby if I could Can you pick up the phone, are you ever home? Can't you hear it ringing baby, doggone? All you ever say is the same ol' thing "I'll call you right back, leave your number and your name" You're way out there, and I'm way out here Trying to get these dreams of mine in gear How I'd love to hear you say you love me too But I keep on missing you Can you pick up the phone, are you ever home? Can't you hear it ringing baby, doggone? All you ever say is the same ol' thing "I'll call you right back, leave your number and your name" You're way out there, and I'm way out here Trying to get these dreams of mine in gear How I'd love to hear you say you love me too But I keep on missing you, I keep on missing you I keep on missing you |
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from Marcel - You, Me And The Windshield (2006)
When I grow up, I wanna play guitar.
Sing my songs, and go real far. I wanna be a country rock star. I grew up with the radio on, It was AM/FM all day long. With hopes and dreams that I would be, Singing my songs on MTV. I liked Guns 'n Roses, Johnny Cash, John Cougar Mellencamp, the Knack. Singing oh My-Ma-Ma-Ma-My Sharona, I 'Hurt So Good' in a 'Ring of Fire.' 'American Pie,' 'I Will Survive,' The Bee Gees sang, I was 'Stayin' Alive.' I was singing that song on the radio, Rock on! Had my blue suede shoes on, Developing a little lockjaw, yee-haw! Doing the Michael J moonwalk just for fun, 'Boot Scootin' Boogie' with Brooks and Dunn. I was singing in the shower, I was singing in the rain. I was singing on the way to work in my car, I wanna be a country rock star. Singing Air Supply, playing air guitar, I was up onstage at a karaoke bar. Coincidental I was feeling sentimental, Got a little goose-bumps Springsteen sang the 'Glory Days,' I was born in the USA. I was singing that song on the radio, Rock on! Had my blue suede shoes on, Developing a little lockjaw, yee-haw! Doing the Michael J moonwalk just for fun, 'Boot Scootin' Boogie' with Brooks and Dunn. I was singing in the shower, I was singing in the rain. I was singing on the way to work in my car, I wanna be a country rock star. You got to put your mind to it, Got to be the best; don't settle for less. Don't sell yourself short; don't be afraid. You never know; it's a chance to take. I was singing that song on the radio, Rock on! Had my blue suede shoes on, Developing a little lockjaw, yee-haw! Doing the Michael J moonwalk just for fun, 'Boot Scootin' Boogie' with Brooks and Dunn. I was singing in the shower, I was singing in the rain. I was singing on the way to work in my car, I wanna be a country rock star. I wanna be a country rock star' Country rock star'(to fade) |
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from Marcel - You, Me And The Windshield (2006)
There's a long white line stretching out on the road ahead
There ain't one magazine that I ain't read Haven't seen you in weeks but I hear you on the radio Singing soft and low We're so far apart This old highway ain't home When the heartache starts I just turn the radio on Never seems to be time for me and you That's a price you pay for the life you choose Tonight's the loneliest night I've ever known Just goes on and on We're so far apart This old highway ain't home When the heartache starts I just turn the radio on It does my heart good to see you shine So I'll just keep on counting these white lines Haven't seen you in weeks but I hear you on the radio Calling me back home We're so far apart This old highway ain't home When the heartache starts I just turn the radio on We're so far apart This old highway ain't home When the heartache starts I just turn the radio on We're so far apart This old highway ain't home When the heartache starts I just turn the radio |
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