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I guess we knew the cards were stacked
started out the best of friends and we beat that highway 'till it quit beating back it didn't mean much in the end some you win, some you lose some you throw away we headed South across those Colorado plains just as empty as the daywe looked around at all we saw remembered all we'd hoped to see looking out through the bugs on the windshield somebody said to me (chorus) no more buffalo blue skies or open road no more rodeo no more noise take this Cadillac park it out in back mama's calling put away the toys don't chase that carrot 'till it makes you sick what do you think you're gonna prove just let it dangle 'till it falls off that stick that's when you make your move don't go chasing after shooting stars trying to make yourself a name you could joust at the windmills with that old Fender guitar you'd probably do about the same (chorus) I never thought they'd ever doubt my words I guess they were just too tired to care I'd point to the horizon to the dust of the herds still hovering in the air somebody said it aint any such man you wish so hard you're scaring me and those are combines kicking up that dust but I guess you can see what you want to see you can keep on chasing what used to be there top that rise and face the pain but man they were here they were here I swear not just these bleaching bones stretching across the plain (chorus) hey broke into your car last night, took the stereo No seen Elvis in a year or two |
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They broke into your car last night,
took the stereo Now you say you don't know why you even live there anymore The garage man didn't see a thing, so you guess it was an inside job You made a reservation, a table for three They said you'd have to wait, somebody must have bribed the maitre'd Boss got mad and he blamed it all on you Food was bad and the deal fell through (chorus) Well out here in the middle you can park it on the street Step up to the counter; you nearly always get a seat Nobody steals. Nobody cheats Wish you were here my love Wish you here my love We got tractor pulls and Red Man chew Corporate relo refugees that need love too we ain't seen Elvis in a year or two we got justification for wealth and greed~ Amber waves of grain and bathtub speed We even got Starbucks what else you need? (chorus) Out here in the middle Where the center's on the right And the ghost of William Jennings Bryan preaches every night To save the lonely souls in the dashboard lights Wish you were here my love Wish you were here my love (chorus) Out here in the middle Where the buffalo roam We're putting up towers for your cell phones And we screen all applicants With a fine tooth comb Wish you were here my love Wish you were here my love |
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Strap them kids in
Give 'em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke We're going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in years It's up at uncle Slayton's cause he's getting on in years You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry He's not much on talking and he's just too mean to die And they'll be comin' down from Kansas And from west Arkansas It'll be one great big old party like you never saw Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride Back in the thickets with his Asian bride He's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell You know he likes his money he don't mind the smel LMy cousin Roscoe Slayton's oldest boy from his second marriage up in Illinois He was raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people Where they do things different Thought he'd just come on down He was going to Dallas Texas in a semi truck called from that big McDonald's You know the one they built up on that great big ol' bridge Across the Will Rogers Turnpike Took the Big Cabin exit stopped and bought a couple of cartons of cigarettes At that Indian Smoke Shop with the big neon smoke rings In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass Roscoe tried to miss 'em but he didn't quiteBob and Mae come up from little town Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football They were two A champions now for two years running But he says they won't be this year no they won't be this year And he stopped off in Tushka at that "Pop's Knife and Gun" place Bought a SKS rifle and a couple a full cases of that steel core ammo With the berdan primers from some East bloc nation that no longer needs 'em And a Desert Eagle that's one great big ol' pistol I mean .50 caliber made by badass Hebrews And some surplus tracers for that old BAR of Slayton's Soon as it gets dark we're gonna have us a time We're gonna have us a timeRuth Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs That's one hell raisin' town way up in Southeastern Kansas Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store That's got them Rolling Stones lips up there where everyone can see 'em And they burn all night you know they burn all night you know they burn all night Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches and those skinny little halters And they're second cousins to me Man I don't care I want to get between 'em With a great big ol' hard on like a old bois d' arc fence post You could hang a pipe rail gait from Do some twisted sisters 'til the cows come home And we'd be havin' us a time Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride Back in the thickets with his Asian bride He's cut that corner pasture into acre lots' He sells 'em owner financed Strictly to them that's got no kind of credit 'Cause he knows they're slackers When they miss that payment Then he takes it back He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night Drinks that Johnny Walker at that Club 69 We're gonna strap them kids in give 'em a little bit o' Benadryl And a cherry coke we're goin' to Oklahoma Gonna have us a time |