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Knucklen'
02:27
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Turbulence in the present tense
Turned another year on the plane
Hardly handling the nightlife
Resurrecting once again
And if I’m candid I feel mean
I’ve been drunk in all my dreams
When they shut down the streets
It was a kind of relief
So can’t you cut a deal with me
I’m shaking and white knuckling
Bending the rules again
On my third second wind but I
Can’t quite breakdown
As per our partners agreement
Half of nothing at all
Split a spliff on the sidewalk
To haunt the back of the hall
And I don’t know what it means
If we can’t come to terms on anything
Even crimes committed to scenes
And when they shut down the streets
I wanna walk away with you
Shaking and white knuckling
Bending the rules again
On my third second wind but I
Can’t quite breakdown
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Took to crawling and then we couldn’t run away
Took the Fall and then we never got to take a taste
How’d we wind up working in the hands of the tools?
And we only got exactly enough to lose
It’s not like me and you
Speaking Ill of the blues
We’ll don’t worry because we’re never getting off the hook
What we took and what we leave are strictly
Off the books
Reading into it we learned to run on our knees
Just a little bit and always praying please
Because it’s not like me and you
Speaking ill of the blues
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3. |
Grapefruit
02:25
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Grapefruits gone but mixers will meet the dawn
Before too long that’s what they said where I come from
Come on it’s not that strong
I never was
Just go on send back all the letterheads
Who’s to care now that The Duke is dead
Who’s to hear the tree hit the forest bed
No one’s around
It’s bitter and it’s sweet like antifreeze
All the dogs in the street think they’re running free
A taste could kill you but it might be worth it
Forget the town when we could leave the earth, Yeah
I want that modern loving astral plane
I want a place where no one can say my name
I hold regret like a jealous child
I hold contempt all the way inside
A crooked mind
It’s bitter and it’s sweet like antifreeze
All the dogs in the street think they’re running free
A taste could kill you hell it might be worth it
Forget the town when we could leave the earth, Yeah
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4. |
Money On The Table
02:21
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Some money on the table is gone
Gamblers only love losing
Somebody left then you came along
I’m your sidekick if you choose it
I could use a secret that’s how I keep it between the lines
I don’t need a good time
Just between you and I
Caught In between a con and a scheme
What you gonna tell but a lie
Cruel thing we used to be sweet
Now we’re too sour for lime
I could use a secret that’s how I keep it between the lines
I don’t need a good time
Just between you and I
Cool tunes, average food
They left me just below the lights
You’re a fool if you think I can move
And what the hell gives you the right
I made straight time
Right to where I’m headed alright
I left the bandstand one too many times tonight
Chorus
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5. |
Wait For It
02:48
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Everyday I just wait for it
I ain’t chasing it down
Everyday I just wait for it
Until it comes back around
Patience, some virtue
To be just her own reward
Wait around so so long
You can’t remember what you waited for
I think I learned a lesson or two
I think that I deserve a few
On The House!
I got something I can teach you too
If you really wanna know how
Everyday I just wait for it
I ain’t chasing it down
Everyday I just wait for it
Until it comes back around
Missed opportunities, no there was nothing you could do for me
All I am that’s all I’ll ever be
And why bother doing it better for free
I give you my consistent love
I’m throwing in some kisses and hugs
On the House!
I always had more than enough
I never felt like giving it out
Chorus
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6. |
Country Westerns
03:01
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Started out, absolutely amateurs aiming for an hour to kill
Living hand to hand
We got to drink what we didn’t spill
We remained cautiously certain
Our credit could stay clean
I might admit that I regret a couple jobs
We took when times were lean
Lucky thirteen or a baker’s dozen
Call it something or call it nothing
You know it’s always been
Country Westerns for me
In the middle we were juiced up a little
But in the end we we’re fine
Lost lifers with a long list of reasons
To load and roll the dice
Stick around if you wanna know how
To tell a short story wrong
It took December and a lot of former members
To the limits Lounge
Lucky thirteen or an ace and a deuce
We ain’t the kind you know
You know that get to choose
And it’s always been
Country Westerns for me
Country Westerns hold an ace and a deuce
Now’s the time you know
You know you’ve got to choose
Cuz it’s always been
Country Westerns for me
That’s all it ever was
All it can ever be
Country Westerns for me
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7. |
It's A Livin'
03:03
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Here come the cut outs the new arrivals
Crowned in the same dust as their idols
The bar’s disciples no they ain’t my rivals
Carry On
I’ve been bitter I’ve been grateful as well
I’ve been cruel to you and guilty as hell
Trying to manage my expectations
And do no harm
But it’s the city
That you gotta forgive
Have to leave for a while
You gotta let them forget
Go make your bones
Before you’re coming home
It’s like a living
Seems like a long long time ago
A one year lease from a decade or more
Another shift another week on the road
Couple years off didn’t learn more than I know
Carry On
It’s the city
That you’ve gotta forgive
Gotta leave for a while
You have to let them forget
Go make your bones
Before you’re coming back home
It’s like a living
Feels like a long long time ago
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8. |
Something Goes Wrong
02:17
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When something goes wrong yeah you know it right away
It feels like the wheels came off
And it’s gonna cost a little more than you’ve got
It feels like the rules just changed
A little too old a little late in the game
When something something goes wrong you know it right away
It feels like your knee just gave
Can’t even support your weight anymore
And you’ve got that sense of shame
That makes you feel bad about your good good name
When something goes wrong yeah you know it right away
All of the days that you’ve wasted
All of the time that you can’t get back
All of the nights running wild
Yeah I want some more of that
But something goes wrong and you know it right away
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Cussin' Christians
01:57
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Hanging out with some cussing Christians
Trying to find someone that can dance the ritual
Trains arriving ain’t no one on them
Trying to find someone that wants to perform it
When I’m on the street
Down to beat you
Coughing Christians at the corner store
How’s anybody supposed to dance no more
Trains arriving no one wants a ticket
Now you’ve done the trick boy gotta stick it
When I’m on the street
Down to beat you
Cussing Christians
Call ‘em
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10. |
Where I'm Going
02:27
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Down the hall that’s where you are
That’s the last place you saw yourself
On the floor that’s where you fall
It could have happened to anyone else
You were standing in the rain
Well that’s such a strange place to stand
And your questions were all off
My answers are never enough
I don’t wanna go where I’m going to
It’s the last thing that I wanna do
I don’t wanna kill
I don’t wanna steal
I don’t want to feel anything that’s real
Overwhelmed and underserved
I said too much without saying a word
Wishing silence were the price
So I’d be paid up for every night
Chorus
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Hell
02:03
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It could be in your mind
Locked in some corner of space and time
Always ornery never satisfied
Not giving love and not letting love inside
Hell is here all of the time
You gotta call your good friends back
They’re gonna have some heart attacks
They know you best and probably
What you was on
You gotta call your baby now
Tell them it was all your fault
Hell is here all of the time
Live in the here and the now
Or put your head back in the clouds
I don’t care much what you do
Ain’t I been a friend to you
I don’t deserve your attitude
Hell is here all of the time
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12. |
Marinero
02:49
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Fast as the crow flies
Trying to beat a deadline
Outlast a shelf life
Drinking a well dry
Kicked in a nightclub
Only top ranking dub
I’m on a cheap trick
Stone cold Rick Nielsen shit
But you can’t cut any corners and you can’t get cross the borders buddy anymore
Twelve strings and five necks
Haven’t changed my mind yet
I’m bringing the Hamer down
Coming to your town
Can’t count on one hand
And I don’t want to try again
It’s such a bore
The sound of your own voice
Because you can’t cut any corners and you can’t get cross the borders buddy anymore
We survived on what was charm then mixing metaphors disarming any soft patrols
Far beyond control
Blasting Born to Go
The only siren only song you know
Any port in a storm
Took a cynical sip loose lips sinking ships
We calling it quits we went down with the ship
Yo no lo soy marinero no more
Chorus
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Country Westerns Nashville, Tennessee
Work harder, not smarter: classically bad advice, but when it works, it works. Country Westerns are a force, punk rock lifers playing rock music with hearted-sleeves and punched-guts. Loud and furious but with a nuance that belies their delicate and varied pedigrees. ... more
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