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Beans At Midnight
02:07
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Good golly me look at this fresh stack of money
I can’t hardly hold it burns a hole right through my pocket
I work hard so I can bring home the honey
I’ll take this bread and bring it straight to the bank
But on my way I run into my buddy Sam
She helped me move out of my previous apartment
I owed her one so we stopped off for some ‘Gansett’s
I lost track after the seventh round we drank
How can I save up any money
When I can hardly pay my bills
Too many people out here scrambling for a dollar
While the folks upstairs are burning billions for a thrill
I woke up next morning to a pounding in my brain
Squint at the imprint of my wallet in my blue jeans
Drag ‘em over hold my breath and pry it open
To my surprise remained a decent chunk of change
Tossed back a coffee and I sat down at my desk
Paid all the bills I couldn’t pay till I got paid
Filled up my tank and headed to the grocery
By then my wallet was feeling pretty thin
Oh I know I could pinch a few more pennies
But I’ll never make enough to make it out
Why bother waiting when I’ve got it in my pocket
What good’s tomorrow when it’s now
I call up Madi I say babe how are you doin
When was the last time that we went out on the town
We’ll have to find you something new and something cute
We’re gonna use up every dollar to my name
We howled at the moon and we set the woods on fire
Our dough was spent but our love runneth over
I’ll be eating beans and rice for dinner every night
Till I get paid and then I’ll do it all again
How can I save up any money
When I can hardly pay my bills
Too many people out here scrambling for a dollar
While the folks upstairs are burning billions for a thrill
While you and me are out here barely treading water
They’re playing rummy up on Capitol Hill
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3. |
I'm An Old Cowhand
02:47
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I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tan
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer 'cause I don't know how
And I sure ain't fixin' to startin' now
Yippee-Yi-Yo-Kiyay
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride before I learned to stand
Im a ridin' fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the lone star state
Cause I ride the range in a Ford V8
Yippee-Yi-Yo-Kiyay
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I come to town just to hear the band
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
about the big corral where the dogies go
Cause I learned them all on the radio
Yippee-Yi-Yo-Kiyay
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4. |
World Of Color
03:45
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Here I lay
A sack of bones
On a Saturday night
I’m all alome
Take a look at myself
I know I’m getting old
the suit that I wear
Keeps me from the cold
I keep my head on straight
Stay between the lines
They say there’s something
On the other side
I know where I’m going
If I stick to the plan
Drive off a cliff
To reach the promised land
If I live just to die
that don’t mean that I can’t try
To be free while I’m here
Why do I live in fear
(Live in fear)
Winter is here
The trees are bare
The wind blows cold
The world looks pale
I change with the seasons
And I don’t know why
When the ground is frozen
I sink into my mind
I hold my breath
Turn my nose to the sky
Look for a way
To Break through the ice
I wanna wake up tomorrow
Look outside
And see a world of color
As it comes alive
If I live just to die
That don’t mean that I can’t try
To be free while I’m here
Why do we live in fear
To disappear
If I’m bound to get it wrong
Why should I play along
There ain’t no way to lose
When you don’t play by the rules
If I live just to die
that don’t mean that I can’t try
To be free while I’m here
So why do I live in fear
(Live in fear)
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5. |
By The Wayside
03:25
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By the wayside
Southern skies
You're making up excuses
When the timing is right
Early morning
Whiskey and rye
You're falling off your saddle
When the bottle is dry
I'm not gonna wait till the morning
To tell you that I love you for the 25th time
And I'm not gonna wait for the right moment
When life is in the fast lane just passing you by
Hold me darling
Hold on tight
Why are we waiting for tomorrow
When we still got tonight
Family's waiting
On the other line
They're hoping they don't miss their
distant chance to say goodbye
I'm not gonna wait till the morning
To tell you that I love you for the 25th time
And I'm not gonna wait for the right moment
When life is in the fast lane just passing you by
I'm holding onto hope
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6. |
Joan Saunters
04:53
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7. |
Keep Me In Mind
03:06
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Robin moved into the city
Hoping to see things she’s not before
She ran dry of all her money
Brought a resume on through the cafe door
Bills are stacked up to the nines
Hoping that you stand a chance
Try to keep some peace of mind
Keep it all within your hands
The world is heavy all around her
She feels the pressure when she rolls the dice
She stands frozen in the shower
Where indecision always seems to strike
You don’t want to fall behind
You don’t think they’d understand
A paying gig is hard to find
When business uses sleight of hand
Please keep me in mind
Please keep me in mind
Please keep me in mind
When you go and leave this behind
Her head is racing after midnight
She gets in late now for the early shift
The circles darken under her eyes
Mindless tasks just leave her mind amiss
Quickly running out of steam
You don’t get to take a break
Falling far behind on sleep
God was this a big mistake
Please keep me in mind
Please keep me in mind
Please keep me in mind
When you go and leave this behind
You just need a sign now
Crying, As you try to decide between
A Life that’s full of uncertainty
Or a drive without any turns
Dreaming of an easy life
Sleeping underneath the shade
You don’t have to pay the price
For decisions that you’ve made
Please keep me in mind
Please keep me in mind
Please keep me in mind
When you go and leave this behind
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Driving downtown with the Range Rovers
Dreaming of when I get mine
I’ll park in the lot with my name on my spot
And breeze into the office feeling fine
Stirrup to stirrup with the Range Rovers
Just like we were home on the range
I tip my hat to each as they pass
And they look at me like I was strange
But I realize my plight
When they merge to the right
And get off at Copley Square
And I keep driving straight to the factory
If it weren’t for the dough I spend on repairs
I’d have me that fancy machine
But the check engine light keeps me up through the night
and apart from my Range Rover dreams
When I’m at work my mind is afloat
And gravity tugs on my eyes
I can’t stay awake, my body it aches
I feel like I’m losing my mind
I realize my plight
When my boss picks a fight
And I punch out his two front teeth
That won’t help me when I see him in court
I met a guy who works at some bank
He’ll loan me the money I need
All he wants in return is all that I earn
For the rest of the century
So I’m going to that bank
Don’t care what it takes
This car’s gonna change my life
Ill leave this old world in the dust
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9. |
Lovers Misled
03:40
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When I was a kid
The grass wasn’t grey
It wasn’t the sun
burned the lines that you see
On my face
The colors were real
The sound of the trees
The smell of the rain
The heat swept away
By the breeze
There’s nowhere to hide
There’s a hole in the sky
And the canyons are flooded with light
Everyone knows
They pretend like they don’t
And keep on deflecting the blame (alt. Keep on fanning the flame)
I’m learning to live with the shame
We loved with restraint
We danced on our toes
We filled up our lungs
For fear that our hearts
Would explode
We knew it was pure
They polluted our heads (poisoned, clouded)
Ther lies and advice
Left naive little lovers misled
We became self aware
Innocence became fear
But its anger that tends to prevail
We keep on our ways
We work through the maze
And try not to step on the cracks
While we burn everything in our path
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10. |
Spacing
03:29
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I need some time to myself
I can’t be with nobody else
My brain is a-spacing
I’m mid-conversation
I need some time to myself
I don’t mean to cause a stink
I’d hate for my friends to think
That I’d ever desert ‘em
Avert em or hurt em
That ain’t what I’m trying to say
Sometimes when we’re out on the town
My eyes start to shifting around
In other dimensions
I can’t pay attention
I need to get away
I need some time to myself
I can’t be with nobody else
My brain is a-spacing
I’m mid-conversation
I need some time to myself
I feel myself losing control
I feel all my blood start to boil
I feel sharp agitation
At the least complication
It’s nobody’s fault but my own
I’ve got too much food on my plate
II’m trying to clear up some space
I’m bent out of shape
I’m limping away
I need to be alone
I need some time to myself
I can’t be with nobody else
My brain is a-spacing
I’m mid-conversation
I need some time to myself
Yodel-ay-hee
Yodel-ay-hee-yo
Yodel-ay-hee
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I don’t mind getting all the groceries
I don’t mind cooking all the food
I don’t mind the cracked egg shells
the compost smell
If I can eat with you
I don’t mind driving everywhere
I don’t mind picking you up from work
I don’t mind a passenger princess
Having you here is
Enough to keep me full
I don’t mind spending all my money
I don’t mind going out to dance
I sure don’t mind the way you look
The way you hook my eyes with
Just a glance
I don’t mind wasting all my time
I don’t mind getting old with you
I don’t mind the way you change
Or stay the same
Or anything you do
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