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48 Hours
01:19
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Cowgirl
02:49
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I count cattle every night before I dream
love to stare into the fire and poke the coals
I'm always searching for a place to cross the stream
there's a cowgirl livin' in my soul
My dog's named Holstein and Angus is my cat
I'm always thinkin' that I want to buy a goat
I must admit there's something kind of strange with that
there's a cowgirl livin' in my soul
And when I stare up at the stars I see heaven
When I see a field of green, oh I see elk
When my boss is gettin' angry 'cause I'm starin' out the window
I feel bison breathin' down my neck
There's a cowgirl throwin' rope around a steer
She's been there since the day that I was born
I'm in the wrong state, but my state of mind is clear
and every day my heart is being torn
And when I stare up at the stars I see heaven
When I see a field of green, oh I see elk
When my boss is gettin' angry 'cause I'm starin' out the window
I feel bison breathin' down my neck
I don't talk much; redtail hawk are my best friends
I'm a square peg in a waterin' hole
and I don't think these pastoral dreams are ever gonna end
'cause there's a cowgirl livin' in my soul
no, I don't think these bucolic dreams are ever gonna end
'cause there's a cowgirl inhabiting my soul
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3. |
Like Me
03:06
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Well you and I were never friends but both our names begin with "M" so I sat behind you way back when in elementary school
But now things have changed 'cause you found me. I accepted you when you friended me and we're as close as a pod of peas though we never speak a word
Oh like me, don't you like me, I hope you like me
Are you aware that I've been creepin' all over you while you were sleepin' 'cause now I find myself knee deep in voyeuristic angst
And you're always on my newsfeed; I know you got a rash from pumpkin seeds and way more stuff than I care to read but it just sucks me in
Oh like me, don't you like me, I hope you like me
Well you got lots of friends with white teeth smiles and you pull off a chic boho style and cruise around from isle to isle while I live in my parent's basement
My life is dull, vacations a flop, so I took a class called Photoshop, now I got George Clooney on my backdrop and he's thowin' me a Frisbee
Oh like me, don't you like me, I hope you like me
The only thing that makes me tick is waiting around for some strange chick to finally check my page and click on something that I post
Have I given away all my power if I check Facebook every hour while you sit in your ivory tower doling out thumbs ups?
Oh like me, don't you like me, I hope you like me
Well, it's time to stand on my own two feet, grab the reins and start to tweet about what I do and what I eat #Ihopeyoufollow
Or video my cat and post on YouTube 'til I get the most views then I'll feel grandiose 'cause everybody likes me
Oh like me, don't you like me, I hope you like me
Oh like me, don't you like me, I hope you like me
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4. |
Bar Ain't Big Enough
03:42
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Oh this bar ain't big enough for both of us
so one of us is gonna have to go
It all started when you said I had no heart so I said you had no soul
Then you hatched a plan to steal my man and that's when the camel's back broke
Oh this bar ain't big enough for both of us
so one of us is gonna have to go
Oh this bar ain't big enough for both of us
so one of us is gonna have to go
And I am the one who's standin' by the band, and you're the one standin' by the door
It just makes sense (if you ask my friends) that you mosey down the road
Oh this bar ain't big enough for both of us
so one of us is gonna have to go
Oh this bar ain't big enough for both of us
so one of us is gonna have to go
And I guarantee, it won't be me, 'cause I just got this rum and Coke
Why don't you drink inside your doublewide and leave this honky tonk alone
Oh this bar ain't big enough for both of us
so one of us is gonna have to go....adios
Yea, one of us is gonna have to go....I said adios
One of us is gonna have to go
Don't let the doorknob hit you when you go
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5. |
Missouri
04:00
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I've faced a hundred heartaches and I've faced a million joys
I found purpose in living ten miles west of Illinois
I've shared a house with strangers, got a tent out on the range
Got a bunk bed in a hostel, got a hunch I need a change
Missouri, I'm coming home Missouri, been gone too long
I've seen too many airports, been on too many planes
Road in the back of pickup trucks all night in pouring rains
I've slept in the barren desert, I've slept on the forest floor
Slept through some conversations. I can't do this anymore
Missouri, I'm coming home Missouri, been gone too long
I've been gripped and stripped by terror, I've laughed until I've cried
I've danced until the sunrise singing out all that's inside
Got to get back to the heartland, where my heart can just unwind
Back to that so familiar, the constant through all time
Missouri, I'm coming home Missouri, been gone too long
I've had my fill of insects, small mammals, birds and snakes
I've made some great discoveries, I've made some grave mistakes
I can't say I'll stay forever, I can't say I'll never leave
But my heart just feels a longing for old friends and family in
Missouri, I'm coming home Missouri, been gone too long
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6. |
Birds of Franklin County
04:31
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The birds of Franklin County are calling out my name
They don't recognize me 'cause I don't look the same
I lost my job last August, been cooking ever since
And I can tell I'm going to hell 'cause God's been dropping hints
And I wish I could feel like I used to, I wish I could be like I was
I wish someone could see how I used to be, oh, nobody does
Used to run all through these hills, ride the rope into the creek
Find Algonquin arrowheads nearly every week
Spent those carefree summers doing swan dives off the bridge
Proof of better days are stuck right there upon my fridge
And I wish I could feel like I used to, I wish I could be like I was
I wish someone could see how I used to be, oh, nobody does
I lived on Orchard Lane before the road was paved
The apple of my mama's eye, now she prays I'll be saved
'Cause I'm shooting up and I'm stealing and I'm prone to fits of rage
I have rotted to my core and I look twice my age
And I wish I could feel like I used to, I wish I could be like I was
I wish someone could see how I used to be, oh, nobody does
Got this beast upon my back it's both an enemy and friend
The best thing in the world that I can't recommend
I'll quit before it kills me, but we know that's a lie
It's just something that I say every time that I get high
And I wish I could feel like I used to, I wish I could be like I was
I wish someone could see how I used to be, oh, nobody does
Oh, the birds of Franklin County are calling out my name
They don't recognize me 'cause I......I'm not the same
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7. |
Idiots and Hypocrites
02:17
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Everybody is nice until the cow gets in the garden.
Everybody wants peace until the enemy is pardoned
It's no use going to the goat house to look for some wool
Baby, help me through this life push while I pull
Everybody loves nature 'til a tick gets in their skin
Everybody's busy throwing stones at everybody else who sinned
The bird in my hand was killed by an arrow from the bush
Baby, help me through this life pull while I push
Help me through this life pull while I push
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8. |
Yoga Dropout
01:58
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Breathe in, breath out to the count of ten, say your mantra say it again
Om mani padme hum....give me a beer I want to go home
My tree has fallen and it can't get up, my down dog is one sick pup
Even my corpse looks stiff and cold, and my child pose is way too old
Breathe in, breath out to the count of ten, say your mantra say it again
Om mani padme hum....give me a beer I want to go home
'Cause that is just my favorite pose, I mean "asana" I suppose
Breathe in, breath out to the count of three, maybe it's time to try tai chi
Om mani padme hum....give me a beer I want to go home
Breathe in, breath out to the count of ten, say your mantra say it again
Om mani padme hum....give me a beer, and a cigarette, I want to go home
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9. |
Roses
04:16
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I told you I love roses, I said I don't need too much
Then you bought me a new sports car, taught me how to work the clutch
With a note from the bank that was more than we could do
We bought a boat that we sank in Lake Havasu
In over our heads
I told you I love roses, but you bought me trips and jewels
I always said that's too much, but you're stubborn as a mule
Still the bills were piling up as your tenderness broke down
You started working late and you seldom were around
In over your head
I told you I love roses, I said I don't need this stuff
I told you that I'm happy, that I think we have enough
Yet I'd hear you on the phone, conversations were so strange
Just business deals, you said, that had to be arranged
In over your head
And the gifts, they just kept coming, but you'd toss and turn all night
I said baby, let's start over, but you said, don't pick a fight
You began to pace, began to smoke, lost track of all your lies
One day the unmarked cars appeared now you're at Florence High
In over your head
And I'm alone here, just trying to sort this out
Living in a rental, 'cause I had to sell the house
Pawning everything I have, yes, everything must go
Except this crystal vase because, well, you never know...
Someday I might get roses
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10. |
Winter's Comin' On
02:35
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I'll wear my sweaters and my fuzzy little boots
I'll write you letters and eat a lot of soup
Things won't get better 'til May is almost through
Won't see you for so long
'Cause winter's comin' on
Oh, that first snowfall, it was just a little tease
I grabbed my shovel and handled it with ease
But there can be trouble once we get that deep freeze
My spirit must be strong
With winter comin' on
Got a pile of books and a pile of wood
'cause chains won't do a bit of good
My pantry's stocked, my rifle's cocked,
once the sun goes down at 4:00
oh, it's so cold
I'm gonna miss you, but I really love it here
I love the fresh tracks of ptarmigan and deer
I could almost reach up and touch the stars if it is clear
Frost glistening at dawn
Yes, winter's comin' on
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11. |
The Way
03:00
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I'm walking down the road, just a small pack but a heavy load on my mind, what will I find
I'm taking it all in, my successes and my sins are part of me, can't set them free
and I'm on my own today, I've got nowhere to stay, and I'm calling on St James to lead the way
I'm kicking stones along and I'm whistling this song, I pray I'll know which way to go
But a fear hides in my heart that I'll never really start to be sincere, lose my veneer
and I'm on my own today, I've got nowhere to stay, and I'm calling on St James to lead the way
I need fragments of relevance
and I'm on my own today, I've got nowhere to stay, and I'm calling on St James to lead the way
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12. |
Better Off Alone
03:20
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I left thirty-five bucks and some change for the gas bill
I left your questions dangling on the phone
I got a pretty good head start, had to convince my reluctant heart
That it's better off alone
Filled that sweet dog's bowl with cool water
Checked to see which way the wind was blowin'
I gave my self a good pep talk, then I just began to walk
'Cause I'm better off alone
Then I see you comin' home and calling for me
I can see your disbelief in my mind's eye
It takes everything I got not to call and say pick me up
When I see you hold your head and start to cry
Guess I'll head west, maybe Taos or Tucson
I'll start out fresh where my name isn't known
Did I bite more than I can chew, is this right for me and you?
Are we better off alone?
'Cause I see you comin' home and calling for me
I can see your disbelief in my mind's eye
It takes everything I got not to call and say pick me up
When I see you hold your head and start to cry
Take a deep breath, take the next step and keep moving
Don't look back, stay on track, in the zone
I gotta see this through, it's too long overdue
It's time that coup was flown
'Cause I'm better off alone
I'll be better off alone
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13. |
Watch Me Ride
02:44
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I'm gonna ride like a tempest is at my back. I'm gonna ride like a genuine bona fide maniac. I'm gonna leave at break of day. I'm gonna blow my cares away. Just watch me ride.
I'm gonna feel as free as a hawk. Not gonna think. Not gonna listen. Not gonna talk. Once I slip out my screen door, I got no problems anymore. Just watch me ride.
I'm gonna ride past the rivers and the fields. You can't expect me to sit around and cool my heels. i gotta breathe the air that's fresh. It's the way I decompress. Just watch me ride.
I'll slow it down
Take a break
Stop in town
Stretch my legs
And then I'll ride 'til this old earth rolls past the sun. My soul is free. My head is clear. My body's done. I've squandered the whole day. Wouldn't have it any other way. Just watch me ride. I gotta ride. I love to ride. Just watch me ride.
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14. |
Threshold
03:38
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I pray that you feel comfort and calm whether from morphine or from a psalm. I pray that you don't have to go, but life is fragile, baby, this I know. Just give me a sign that you are happy and you are free and you are home and you will be shining your light on me.
I pray that you fly into the arms of all the sweet ones who have passed on. I can't imagine where you will be...under the stars or right here with me.
Just give me a sign that you are happy and you are free and you are home and you will be shining your light on me.
My head believes that death is part of livin'
But my heart is having a lot more trouble givin' in
I hear your laughter all the time. I swear I hear you call out my name. The world was brighter with you here. My heart was stronger, my purpose clear.
Just give me a sign that you are happy and you are free and you are home and you will be shining your light on me
Shining your light on me
Shining your light on me
Shining your light on me
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15. |
Beer Pressure
02:28
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I woke up in the morning and the party was gone, I woke up in the morning with my birthday suit on, bugles, butts, bottles and a broken bong and a tiny little sweater on my tongue.
It's what beer pressure will do for you, it's what beer pressure will make you do, what the D.A.R.E. officer said was true....beer pressure ain't good for you
I woke up and I had a freight train in my head, apparently I used a stool for a bed, I grabbed a piece of pizza but I threw up instead on my buddy who appeared to be left for dead
It's what beer pressure will do for you, it's what beer pressure will make you do, what the D.A.R.E. officer said was true....beer pressure ain't good for you
I wanna go home but I don't know where I am, I found my phone in the pool but I can't find my van, my brain's in a fog and I can't make a plan, I just stare at this ping pong ball in my hand
It's what beer pressure will do for you, it's what beer pressure will make you do, what the D.A.R.E. officer said was true....beer pressure ain't good for you
Just say no
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Susan Marting Saint Louis, Missouri
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