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from James Mcmurtry - American Master Series: Best Of The Sugar Hill Years (2007)
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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from James Mcmurtry - American Master Series: Best Of The Sugar Hill Years (2007)
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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from James Mcmurtry - American Master Series: Best Of The Sugar Hill Years (2007)
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 |
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from James Mcmurtry - Candyland (1992)
Young Johnny, he really had a way
He did his homework on the school bus And he always got an A And the girls liked Johnny More than anyone 'cept maybe Elton John Later on in high school He couldn't keep his red suspenders on (chorus) Oh where's Johnny has he gone away Oh where's Johnny will he be back someday He had a room full of trophies From the track meets and the tennis games he'd win He was a full-blown whiz kid Bound to be a Renaissance man Then he went on off to college Got his head stuck in a different state of mind When they asked him was it alcohol? He told them it was nothing of the kind Just life ??just life, mom (chorus) But Johnny's alright he just turned out his lights They'd have paid it no mind had he not been so bright He opened up his eyes and he snapped out of the groove He saw both sides of everything and found he could not move Johnny moved home Now he reads a lot of poetry and plays He'll sit out in the backyard And not say a word to anyone for days And his folks gave up They no longer even bother getting through He's thirty-odd years old They must have figured there's just so much you can do His mother keeps his pictures In the scrapbook in the drawer with her pearls She polishes the trophies That he won back when they thought he'd save the world Back when the girls liked Johnny More than anyone 'cept maybe Elton John She wonders where's her little boy With the braces and the red suspenders gone Just life ??br> |
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from James Mcmurtry - Candyland (1992)
This place you say you're looking for
That's a place I used to know Don't know the number of the road But I can tell you how to go Head on down 'till the pavement ends Used to go back there now and then I Used to know it like the back of my hand When I was just a boy This place you say you're looking for It's a good ways off the track It'd take a quarter tank of Firechief Just getting there and back And of course there wasn't no pavement then Once you got yourself around that bend There wasn't nothing but the whistling wind When I was just a boy (chorus) And the light shines long ago On the cold December snow And the river runs on through the (golden) past I can see it in the bottom of the (whiskey) glass Ain't seen you around here before You kin to someone I know What was your mama's name Before she moved away Did she tell you about that place up there Did she show you how to curl that hair A grown man would have never dared When I was just a boy (chorus) Just like yesterday This place you say you're looking for Might have washed out with the rain It Might not be there anymore It Might not be the same But if you find it won't you let me know If I weren't so poorly I'd surely go Don't you know I used to love it so When I was just a boy (chorus) |
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from James Mcmurtry - Candyland (1992)
Slowly crawling 'cross the floor
Comes a shadow through the window From the house next door And the dust specks dancing In the last of the light One more evening passing She walked on tiptoes On a gravel bar Wet skin pale as the evening star The North Platte winding like a silver eel Hands like rain on August fields (chorus) Hands like rain Falling soft To ease the drought inside As memory fades Not much remains But hands like rain Now I stand on stiff legs And I clutch the cane And I search the sky for a sign of rain As if it matters As if it makes a damn Just an old man's habit Down the street The schoolboys play Dime novel heroes from another day Who now are nothing more than faceless names And a nameless face with hands like rain (chorus) We'd run by night And we'd hide by day So the papers used to say On stolen horses and borrowed time Dancing girls and brandy wine I can hear them calling They're calling me I can here them calling But I still can't see (chorus) Life and legend are an awkward pair And there ain't much magic anywhere Except in moments we can't often steal Hands like rain on August fields (chorus) |
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from James Mcmurtry - Candyland (1992)
Ugly pictures on the wall
Traffic outbound slowing to a crawl Evening papers on the manicured lawns It never ceases it just goes on and on The people next door don't mind at all They've got 'em a spiked fence ten feet tall (chorus) In the candyland In the candyland Gray squirrel running down the telephone wire Kids around the poolside screaming like cats on fire Cats on fire chasing after the ice cream van But that circus music's got to be hell on the ice cream man He clips his roach and he hauls his load Taking his half out of the middle of the road (chorus x2) The heels grow tall and the skirts hang low There could be something here but they just won't let it show (chorus) Same old neighborhood with a colder feel Just the curbs and drains left over from the new deal Smooth young faces on the TV news And They can read copy they don't have to be real Thinking back on the finer days Remembering the pendulum swings both ways Chorus (repeat to fade) |
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from James Mcmurtry - Candyland (1992)
Is that smile for me?
Did You come by it honestly? Can I show you around? Can I help you tear your fences down? 'Cause I know you foster few illusions, suffer no fools You don't leave much to chance But you're out past the breakers, driftin fast I can see it at a glance You've been a long time locked inside Long time all alone at night Prisoner of wisdom, prisoner of pride Don't just waste away Don't just waste away Is that smile for me? Have you kept it hidden consciously? Just like an old time movie queen Always noticed, rarely seen And I got no answers, no magic cures And I got no plans But I know the darkness that haunts your eyes And I know those tremblin hands You've been a long time locked inside Long time all alone at night Prisoner of wisdom, prisoner of pride Don't just waste away Don't just waste away You've been a long time locked inside Long time all alone at night Prisoner of wisdom, passion, and pride Don't just waste away Don't just waste away |
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from James Mcmurtry - Candyland (1992)
Got two cars and a chainlink fence
Got insurance for accidents Nevermind what I don't know I dream of places I won't ever go But I lead a good life Yeah, I lead a good life 'N every Sunday we're out at the lake Teachin the kids how to jump the wake We drag em on two skis they kick one loose They don't know it, they hadn't got a clue That they lead a good life Yeah, they lead a good life Don't complain to me We're alright far as I can see Keep it to yourself Take that garbage somewhere else Yeah, we lead a good life You know, we lead a good life Don't complain to me We're alright far as I can see Keep it to yourself Grandpa died back in '85, now they won't let Grandma drive Bankers took everything he made He lost his fingers to a Bush Hog blade But he led a good life (he told me so) Yeah, he led a good life I've had about enough of you Tryin to tell us what to do We're gonna do just what we please Sell it all to the Japanese So we can lead a good life So we can lead a good life... |
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from James Mcmurtry - Candyland (1992)
You couldn't get what you were after
After all was said and done Amid the echoes of the screams and the laughter Cracking the blinds to the noonday sun Running out of room, tugging at the tether Old desires on the closet shelf You read between the lines until the lines ran together Somehow had to save yourself chorus 'Cause it don't come back once it's gone Now you wonder why you had to wait so long Wasn't no sense being where you don't belong Got to save yourself Now your bad boy runs you ragged But the nice guy bores you flat to tears He sends you flowers and birthday cards He tries so hard and he's out of here 'Cause it's all you can handle just to stay okay You don't need nobody's pain You've got no room for baggage Passengers must now de-plane chorus 'Cause it don't come back once it's gone Now you wonder why you had to wait so long Wasn't no sense being where you don't belong Got to save yourself Your new job keeps you busy The old car runs alright The hot wind off the concrete Sometimes keeps you up at night The lights go off in the building And you're sitting there alone 'Cause the girls and boys you run with Have all up and gone home So you're sifting through the ashes Getting way down dark and deep You've got your life all figured out But you still don't get much sleep chorus 'Cause it don't come back once it's gone Now you wonder why you had to wait so long Wasn't no sense being where you don't belong Got to save yourself |
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from James Mcmurtry - Candyland (1992)
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No shoes, no shirt, no service Reads the sign on the front screen door Your friends 011 moke me nervous You best keep 'em out of my store I don't moke no bones about it I don't need your barefoot blues I con damn sure do without it I keep a good shine on my shoes You've used up all your credit My patience all ran out And it'll lake two months of pay days To settle your account So get them fools up off my front step And get 'em out of here I don't need that kind of business Do I moke myself clear Don't think I don't know it You been stealin' me blind You thought I wouldn't notice Or you thought I wouldn't mind But you've run out of excuses Son you're wastin' my lime Get your face on out the front door Toke it down the line chorus |
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from James Mcmurtry - Where'D You Hide The Body (1995)
Answer me when I call to you
What became of the life I knew Tell me why I can't be free Tell me what you expect of me I'm so down about it I can't sleep at night I sit watching the bugs as they bounce off the light Answer me when I'm calling out Tell me what's all the noise about Explain to me the rules of love Tell me just what I'm guilty of I somehow I must've missed it I never knew I was blind Repeat it real slow so I get it this time (chorus) I'm off and running to take what's mine I'm off and running again I 'm off and running To take what's mine I'm off and running And I won't get caught this time With my soul on empty and my face to the wind I'm off and running I'm off and running again Answer me when I call your name What'd you do with my ball and chain? I'm out here in the open air And I can't find it anywhere And I'm so lost without it It was such a part of me I guess I'll get along How hard can it be? |
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from James Mcmurtry - Where'D You Hide The Body (1995)
When I was maybe three or four
The Fuller Brush man would knock at the door He'd always tell me, "Boy, you're gonna miss the fun! Time you're old enough the honky-tonks'll all be gone." Momma had no sense with cars She drove a Sunbeam and she drove it hard Left her stranded time and again Didn't matter, you could do that then And they danced on the rooftops Let their hearts run wild Such a sight to the eyes of a child We were used to all the best The man from U.N.C.L.E. and the Wild, Wild West We ruled the skies from a backyard swing Nothing that flies could've stopped that thing While they danced on the rooftops Let their hearts run wild Such a sight to the eyes of a child Blood-stained blacktops twist up between the wheels Before we knew it it was all too real The voice of reason confined to the past And all that mattered was to get there fast So we could dance on the rooftops Let our hearts run wild (hearts run wild) Should it all come down to your last thin dime You can dial that number one more time But the phone won't ring 'cause the line's gone dead It's lost in history Like I said, it's gone So now we give it all we got Pick em up at daycare in a state of shock Frayed at the edges and torn at the seams It rarely happens in our wildest dreams That we dance on the rooftops, let our hearts run wild And it ain't for the sake of the child You don't too often see a sunbeam anymore You never see a Fuller Brush man or a dinosaur The voice of reason rules with an iron fist Please forgive me if I'm not prepared to handle this |
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from James Mcmurtry - Where'D You Hide The Body (1995)
Must be a cold front coming
Cause I saw the eastbound C&O And the coal cars were dusted with a half inch of snow And that boy'll drive me crazy Don't know what I'll do with him School will be out tomorrow if that cold front moves in Calling out To the dying daylight The shadows of the mountains Bringing on the night The old folks like to whisper He favors your side in his face When he gets a little older He's going to lead a merry chase (chorus) When I'm all alone it's all right It Isn't going to wound my pride If anyone can claim they're all right So can I I wrecked the El Camino Would have been DWI So I just walked off and left it Laying on its side The troopers found it in the morning And they said it's purely luck I wasn't killed I probably ought to quit my drinking But I don't believe I will (chorus) He used to ask about you About a million times a day I got so tired of trying to answer I just turned my head away Now he don't pay me much attention He's not asking anymore I guess he'd probably know you If you walked back in the door Calling out to the empty night Watching as the snowflakes Come dancing round the light Dancing up against the window It's like they're peeking through the glass And they hover for a moment And then they fall on past Calling out |
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from James Mcmurtry - Where'D You Hide The Body (1995)
Flatter than a tabletop
Makes you wonder why they stopped here Wagon must have lost a wheel or they lacked ambition one On the great migration west Separated from the rest Though they might have tried their best They never caught the sun So they sunk some roots down in the dirt To keep from blowin' off the earth Built a town around here And when the dust had all but cleared They called it Levelland, the pride of man In Levelland Granddad grew the dryland wheat Stood on his own two feet His mind got incomplete and they put in the home Daddy's cotton grows so high Sucks the water table dry Rolling sprinklers circle round Bleedin' it to the bone And I won't be here when it comes a day It all dries up and blows away I'd hang around just to see But they never had much use for me in Levelland They don't understand me out in Levelland And I watch those jet trails carving up that big blue sky Coast to coasters watch 'em go And I never would blame 'em one damn bit If they never looked down on this Not much here they'd wanna know Just Levelland Far as you can point your hand Nothin' but Levelland Mama used to roll her hair Back before the central air We'd sit outside and watch the stars at night She'd tell me to make a wish I'd wish we both could fly Don't think she's seen the sky Since we got the satellite dish and I can hear the marching band Doin' the best they can They're playing "Smoke on the Water", "Joy to the World" I've paid off all my debts Got some change left over yet and I'm Gettin' on a whisper jet I'm gonna fly as far as I can get from Levelland, doin' the best I can Out in Levelland - imagine that |
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from James Mcmurtry - Where'D You Hide The Body (1995)
You come back now, looking for a clue
Expecting everybody to fall all over you If you missed it so, this one-light town Why'd you go and leave with the snow coming down? (chorus) I was chasing after what was mine No explaining, there was no more time One more winter would've been my last I could feel it slipping from my grasp You come back now, and you don't look bad You must've made the best of the time you had Since you cut and run, like they said you would And we got along without you just as best we could (chorus) Well I don't expect you'll ever see But you're not my maker and you don't judge me One more winter would've been my last And I don't go dwelling on my past I could not sit here listening to the wind against these walls I still hear it whistling in the whispers of them all And I come back now, but I won't stay long There hasn't much changed since I been gone No I won't stay long, you need not fear I just came back to see if I had ever been here. (chorus) I could not be like one of them Faces shrunken from the bitter wind Their righteous rage, their jealous fear One more winter won't find me here ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JAMES MCMURTRY <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from James Mcmurtry - Where'D You Hide The Body (1995)
The streets are emptied out and silent
Standing here all stupified and stunned You Say you need a rayolight Had enough of my blinding insight Well I guess I can't blame you none Whatever it is won't go down easy Keeps on rearing its ugly head again But I could use a rayolight Had enough of this mindless fight Right now we're both too tired to win (chorus) I propose we shed these clothes And rest this thing Find us a place where the creeks run clear And the phone don't ring These old rough edges we keep finding Sooner or later they'll wear down smooth and shiny (chorus) There's traffic on the street It's getting pale in the east We'll be all right for now at least There's a rayolight stabbing through Could be we learned a trick or two As the streetlights fade we can pull the shades And rest this thing Find us a place where the creeks runs clear and the phone don't ring These old rough edges we keep finding Just got to work 'em a while till they wear down smooth and shiny Rayolight (Repeat to fade) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JAMES MCMURTRY <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from James Mcmurtry - Where'D You Hide The Body (1995)
Don't expect no favors, nothing in return
Tell all your cross-eyed neighbors that it's none of their concern Open the shades Melinda, let in the outside air I'm deep in doubt and I can't get out, and it must be dark in there I wanna walk with you in the morning mist Though I should be home by now And there must be some way outta this I was thinking you'd know how And my judgement may be shaky And my shoes are soaking through 'Cause the weeds are wet and I haven't yet made any sense of you All the midnight angels Fold their wings by dawn The same old wild-eyed strangers sit and watch em till they're gone I let the night unravel, forget my vain pursuits "Cept to feel that gray rock gravel On your road beneath my boots I wanna walk with you in the changing light When the shadows twist and play And the ghosts that kept me out all night We can chase em all away And the talk of those that wonder And the talk of those that curse Let em have their thrill, they'll need it We'll be no more for the worse Shine your eyes upon me, whisper long and low Mindful of the longing that we ever more may know Up the ridge on past you, looking down below You can see the stacks of Danville when the clouds don't hang so low Should you take a mind to, won't you join me there Open the shades Melinda, let in the outside air... |
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from James Mcmurtry - Where'D You Hide The Body (1995)
You look across the table with those guilty eyes
So many mornings now I shouldn't be surprised When you lash out at me and you scream out in the night What could you have done to get in such an awful fright Is it all that bad that you think I shouldn't see Well who you gonna talk to if you can't tell me (chorus) Where'd you hide the body Where'd you stash the loot Just keep your hands where I can see them So I don't have to shoot There's a smoking pistol at your side But you swear it's not the one Where'd you hide the body Where'd you get the gun Where'd you hide the body Where'd you get the gun When cornered you complain about the state of your career And you look intently straight ahead pretending I'm not here And you look me in the eye and tell me it's not about us Then you tell me I'm so silly to be making such a fuss So everything's OK but your nervous as a cat What's that say about me that you think I'd fall for that (chorus) Where'd you hide the body Where'd you ditch the gun Keep your hands where I can see 'em Make no attempt to run You used to always throw me off the trail I guess those days are through Where'd you hide the body What's consuming you Where'd you hide the body What's consuming you |
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from James Mcmurtry - Where'D You Hide The Body (1995)
If somebody's calling,
it don't mean a thing If I don't feel like talking, I'll just let it ring I Move along slowly and I watch my back And you tell me I'm crazy, but I don't believe that No, I'm right here now, just a shade off plum I get that way, though it worries you some Right here now and I know my mind It won't be long a wandering I remember a ball game I watched as a kid Neglecting my homework as I often did Joe Namath scored on a seven-yard run His knees barely held him, but they got the job done And there'd be no last call if they elected me king And if you were here with me, I'd tell you these things But I'm right here now... Just a shade off plum I get that way though it worries you some Right here now and I know my mind And it won't be long a wandering Outside it's raining soaking the ground It started last evening and it's still coming down I move along slowly and I watch my back And you tell me I'm crazy, but I don't believe that No, I'm right here now... Right here now There's an old magic eight ball next to my plate And I ask it a question regarding my fate It says, "reply hazy, please try again," It won't say where I'm going, it don't know where I've been But I'm right here now, just a shade off plum I get that way, it worries me none Right here now and I know my mind It won't be long a wandering |
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from James Mcmurtry - Too Long In The Wasteland (1989)
The gates of the schoolyard
are padlocked and chained to keep all the children in out of the rain the art teacher's preaching the virtues of pastel shades you pay no attention but it won't hurt your grades 'cause you're painting by numbers connecting the dots they don't have to tell you you don't call the shots you jump when they say jump and you don't ask how high 'cause painting by numbers they know you'll get by painting by numbers they know you'll get by you take a position in the old man's firm he signs all the papers you agree to the terms they ley you run errands and you don't get days off you take off the garbage and hope it pays off 'cause you're painting by numbers connecting the dots you work from neck down you might be in grad school up ut M.I.T. you might be down in the canal zone being all that you can be you might get to thinking you're ahead of the game but when you break it all down it all comes out the same 'cause you're painting by numbers connecting the dots you work from neck down |
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from James Mcmurtry - Too Long In The Wasteland (1989)
I'm not from here
I just live here Grew up somewhere far away Came here thinking I'd never stay long I'd be going back soon someday It's been a few years since I got here Seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go Crowds assemble, they hang out awhile Then they melt away like an early snow Onto some bright future somewhere Down the road to points unknown Sending post cards when they get there Wherever it is they think they're goin' I'm not from here I just live here Can't say that it matters much I read the papers and I watch the nightly news Who's to say I'm out of touch? Nobody's from here Most of us just live here locals long since moved away sold their played-out farms for parking lots went off looking for a better way Onto some bright future somewhere Better times on down the road Wonder if they ever got there Wherever it is they thought they'd go Hit my home town a couple years back Hard to say just how it felt But it looked like so many towns I might've been through on my way to somewhere else I'm not from here But people tell me it's not like it used to be They say I should've been here back about ten years Before it got ruined by folks like me We can't help it We just keep moving It's been that way since long ago Since the Stone Age, chasing the great herds We mostly go where we have to go Onto some bright future somewhere Down the road to points unknown Sending post cards when we get there Wherever it is they think we'll go |
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from James Mcmurtry - Too Long In The Wasteland (1989)
Hear the trucks on the highway, And the tickin' of the clocks
There's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon, Bullet holes in the mailbox Bullet holes in the mailbox, Keyholes in my mind Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I've fallin' behind She said won't you come see me, When the sun goes down It'll be just like the old days, When I used to let you hang around Well I don't know, I might not speak the language any more Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I've closed some doors People in the village, Watch the children play At the sight of a stranger, They call the kids away Just leave that man alone, I hear the mothers say Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland What's made him that way I hadn't intended, To bend the rules Whiskey don't make liars, It just makes fools So I didn't mean to say it, But I meant what I said Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland Must have gone to my head Jet trails in the sunset, a long way away cuttin' cross the horizon, At the edge of the day And it calls out to me, Come fly away, I've been Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I believe I'll have to stay Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I'll have to stay There's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon Bullet holes in the mailbox Bullet holes in the mailbox |
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