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Munot Heartbreak
03:36
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Well there's a castle in Switzerland
it's called the Munot, it's on the Rhein in Schaffhausen
it's got a big old bell that rings every night
and if you listen closely it might wreck your life
the Rhein rolls
the bell tolls
I never shoulda left my hometown
Now I climbed the Munot just twice in my life
once in the summer, but now there's snow and ice
first time I was up here I was your man
now it seems baby, you got another plan
There's a farm in Indiana it's my grandparents place
where there's a lot of love and always a smiling face
but I left it all to come out here just to hear this big bell toll
and to have you dump me baby and to watch the Rhein roll
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Badlands
02:51
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I was born in the badlands in a nuclear waste pit
my pappy whipped me with a belt buckle and I learned to like it
you see gettin whipped and gettin kicked is how it's gotta go
might as well take the beating and enjoy the feeling low
now I left that waste pit when I was 17
I roamed around but the badlands never did quite leave me
now I've drank in most every bar and I fought every man named Jack
did a little too much whippin and kickin so I had to come on back
And now I guess I'll never more leave this place
that's the way it's gotta be
it's not that I don't like all the folks in other places
it's the folks in other places don't like me
now sweet Wanda Lou I can't believe I did find you
showin out at the barn dance til 2
well you came with johnny mullins but another heart was stolen
when you smiled at me and I smiled back at you
Well you knew that I was rotten wanted to stuff my mouth with cotton
even slapped me in the face that very night
but you followed this man out to the badlands
now you're trying to turn a left boy right
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Downtown
03:19
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Don't have a care in the world when the clock strikes 5
time to leave all my worries from the week behind
cause when the neon's glowing and the sun sinks down
my baby and I are gonna paint the town
I'm going downtown in a hurry
gonna see my baby in the city tonight
going downtown round 730
gonna swing my baby round the city tonight
Well the band is playin when the clock strikes 9
and the people are swaying to the rhythm and rhyme
got a glass in my hand and my man at my side
i'm a good time charlie on a downtown ride
every rose has its thorns
every wrong has a right
every dog has his day
and every week has a friday night!
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Dalton Foundry
02:40
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named after Dalton Foundry in Warsaw, Indiana
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Shaky Motor
04:24
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don't know which road I'm on anymore
don't know what this trip is for
the radio plays a mix of static and hank
and sometimes gives the weather report
there's a wobbling coming from the rear
that matches a sound in my mind
it goes wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
I hear it almost all of the time
Roll on Shaky Motor
keep pushing me down the line
I don't wanna break down
I wanna make it on time
and I don't know where to go from here
and I don't know how to stop
the storm clouds are up ahead
there's lightning, thunder and raindrops
the temperature gauge is rising fast
the check engine light starts to glow
everything's telling me I ought to stop
but I still have got so far to go
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6. |
Fall
03:39
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if a bird wants to fly around
up to the sky and down
it just has to fly
if you want to fall in love
maddeningly in love
you just have to fall
you know how to
it's easy to do
fall
do not ask why
when you're heart decides
fall
if you want to fall in love
maddeningly in love
you just have to fall
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It might be time to get a straight job
and move off of pappy's farm
quit my bumming, stop strumming
sell the old flat-top guitar
but at night when I sleep the sandman he creeps
right up to my bed and he kills me dead
and them i'm walking towards that little white light
i see a nasty look in old st. peter's eye
he says, "you lived your sorry excuse of a life
bummin round like a beggin stray dog
always looking for a place to hang your head
and a meal to get you along
boy you ain't welcome behind these pearly gates
this ain't your pappy's farm
you'd best get away!"
he fired a shotgun at my feet and i ran
down to the old river sticks where I jumped in
it was there I started drowning
so after I'd already died, I died again
when I woke up, I was a frog
hopping round on a lilly pad
pickin on an old flattop box
and living with my dad!
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I went to the parking lot of my mind
to pay my ticket on time
and you were there
with your sandy blonde hair
and a teardrop in your eye
I hate seeing you that way
I hate being in that place
can't we meet somewhere else
i hear there's a nice bar at the hotel
i don't like being in the parking lot of my mind
there's something about this place
that always makes
that always makes
you cry
I went to the parking lot of my mind
to pay my ticket on time
and you were there
with your sandy blonde hair
and a teardrop in your eye
I hate seeing you that way
I hate being in that place
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i was going down the road gonna play me a show
at a little bar in el reno
when out popped a man thumbbing his hand
saying "please help me amigo!"
well he jumped in we started cruisin
listening to the radio
when we got passed by a texan haulin ass
he said "friend there's something you should know!
All the Okie's say it
and I swear it's a fact
the Texans stole Oklahoma music
and they don't want to give it back!
now Bob Wills sang 'Take me back to Tulsa'
and he played the 'Oklahoma Rag'
and Wayon sang about the Okie Sunshine
and that ain't the half of it man
you see every Texan loves Merle Haggard
and of course Woody Guthrie
but they're both about as Oklahoman as
Red Dirt can be!
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10. |
The Hot Mess
03:48
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I got a pile of dirty clothes my wash machine's been broke since last month
there's crumbs on the floor and my old sweeper cord is a piece of junk
I got a parking violation from each state in the nation in my glovebox
and my door's made of rubber so it don't matter brother how many times you knock!
There's a dish at the Brick in the Crossroads
it's a pile of tater tots with some nacho cheese
chili beans, sour cream and tomatoes
they call it the Hot Mess, just like me!
I'm tired of hanging round naked frying up bacon gettin burnt by the grease
I'm tired of always getting screwed by you know who when the coolant leaks
I need to get myself together or else I'll be untethered by my birthday
I think I'll go to the brick, chew a toothpick and order up my namesake!
I got rocks in my pocket a picture of davy crockett hanging on the wall
my sister says we're related she read it on some pages online last fall
i wear a coonskin cap everytime I take a nap it's my lucky charm
but I think it quit workin cause buddy i've been hurtin since I left my pappy's farm
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Roann
04:00
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i could blame it on the leaky roof
on a bad excuse
on the rain
i could blame it on the shaky motor
on the old warped rotors
on the frame
Roann my dear old friend
I'm so sorry this is the way it ends
i could blame it on the changing times
on unwritten lines
on the snow
I could blame it on a diamond ring
on most anything
on how it goes
but the truth is I let you down
I turned around and walked away
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12. |
Victory Bound
02:02
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well I tell you boys I'm Victory Bound
I tell you boys I'm Victory Bound
No cold shackle can keep me down
I tell you boys I'm Victory Bound
I tell you boys I'm on my way
I tell you boys i'm on my way
no cold shackle can make me stay
i tell you boys i'm on my way
i tell you boys i'm rising up
i tell you boys i'm rising up
on the wings of a snowwhite dove
i tell you boys i'm rising up!
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