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1. _ Bucket
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2. _ Rememo
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3. _ Dusty
Dusty and you are, dirty from chain
Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape
Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave
I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be afraid
Now don't be afraid
[Chorus]
I'm looking for something, just sink in my teeth without any crying
But I can't find no place or nothing, where thrills are cheap and love is divine
Home by the river, tall grass and fields, pond of willow oak, well for to kneel
Dusty O Dusty, decision night, don't be so pretty, all laced up in white, all laced up in white
[Chorus: x3]
Where thrills are cheap, and love's divine (3x)
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4. _ Razz
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5. _ Four Kicks
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6. _ Milk
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7. _ Soft
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8. _ Happy Alone
On our way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me
Rollin' numbers, passing time, got to get outside the city,
In the morning all will see, just how crazy young love can be
On our own away again, don't get down my darlin'
I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter
Three o'clock and the moaning, they all cry to me,
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick,
Look out your window I'm on your street
Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana
Lets pull over, have us a choke
I love to watch you when your dancin'
I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them
All wrapped up in nineteen, chasin' stars that are fallin'
Chorus
When that train heads home,
They're gonna be so gone gone, you ain't never gonna see me
I'm a gone gone, you ain't nothin to me
When they shine them streets, they're gonna find our song
Chorus x2
I'm on your street , they all cry to me
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9. _ Pistol of Fire
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10. _ Slow Night, So Long
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11. _ Wicker Chair
In your little white wicker chair
Unsuspicious nobody cares for you
You're so fucked up again
You laugh at nothin' in the pouring rain
Try to tell yourself you're not insane
You fool, I hate you sometimes
Hey, you know it ain't coincidental that you're lost in place
It's drippin' off your face, and you're losin' your precious mind
Send me a postcard if you get that far
You got a couple pennies in your rusty jar
The truth you've been gone for awhile
It's hard lookin' at you when you look that way
With your one night stands and your sleep all days
Ooh you're such a slut sometimes
Hey, you know it ain't coincidental that you're lost in place
It's drippin' off your face, and you're losin' your precious mind
You're losing your mind
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12. _ Velvet Snow
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13. _ King of the Rodeo
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14. _ Where Nobody Knows
Put your hands in the air
You look like the girl from the fair with the bubbly eyes
Stood and watched you, pulling at a rock,
But her rock don't compromise
Come up to me say why are you so skinny I'm pretty for a boy
Said thanks for the insult and complement
Y'all never forget my face no more
I can hardly beat you
And I know it's getting harder to beat you
So I'll be driving you where nobody knows
City I could take you, it'll take a little second to break you
So I'll be driving you where nobody knows
I'll be driving you where nobody knows
Looking pretty pinks
Sitting on a swing
That don't mean a thing at all
The heels of my feets are barking like a pack of dogs
Skinning with a cone what I saw
Take it for your word
Take it for a ride
Take it for the evening dead or alive
Warming up the car packin us some powder to play
I can hardly beat you
And I know it's getting harder to beat you
So I'll be driving you where nobody knows
City I could take you, it'll take a little second to break you
So I'll be driving you where nobody knows
I'll be driving you where nobody knows
Jessica
Head like a stone
Stoned like a rock
Clogging up your nose again
Poppa's are searching
Devil was a knocking
Juice swimming over my face
Here it goes now
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15. _ Too Good to Tango
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16. _ Taper Jean Girl
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17. _ Holy Roller Novocaine
My darling you look lovely
I've come to lay you down
Uncover your head and submit to me
We'll make a joyful sound
I don't care if you're by yourself
Or you're all alone when you need my help
Keep that smile on your pretty face
Cause you don't have much I can't take away
[Chorus:]
Don't you worry baby
You won't feel a thing
Close your eyes
Holy roller Novocaine
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
You'll be hearin' me comin'
But I can't come inside
I'll be out back in my white Cadillac
Won't you join me for a ride
Let me take you up to the mountain top
There I'll show all the goods I got
Don't look back keep your eyes ahead
This could be the night that the moon goes red
[Chorus:]
All the world is moanin'
And baby so am I
I'm just givin' you warning
And I'm telling you why
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
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18. _ Day Old Blues
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19. _ Red Morning Light
You know you could've been a wonder
Takin' your circus to the sky
You couldn't take it on the tight rope
No you had to take it on the side
You always like it undercover
Tucked in between your dirty sheets
But no one's even done nuttin' to ya
In between the hollers and the screams
And I said nah nah hey hey
Another dirty bird ain't givin' out a taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light
You got your cozy little corner
All night you're jammin' on your feet
Hangin' out just like a street sign
And put a twenty dollar trick
I hear you're blowin' like a feather
And then they rub it in your face
Oh once they've had all their fun hun
You're at the bottom of the cage
And I said nah nah hey hey
Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light
And I said nah nah hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away
That's not right
Hey hey another dirty bird ain't givin' out a taste
Uh hey keep on givin' away and givin' it away (givin' it away)
Hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away
Hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away
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20. _ Talihina Sky
Weeds blow tall on a broken train track
Ruth B. draws, we're fixin' to get high
Maybe we'll hit the bluffs
And find ourselves the same old rum
But everybody says this place is beautiful
And you'd be so crazy to say goodbye
But everything's the same, this town is pitiful
And I'll be gettin' out as soon as I can fly
Life goes by on a Talihina sky
The hopped up boys are lookin' for their trouble
The knocked up girls, well, they've all got their share
Ruth seems out of her mind, swears she won't give in this time
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