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The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
He got some in prison and others in bars
The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime
They looked like tombstones in our yard
And I never seen him when he wasn't tired and mean
He sold used parts to make ends meet
Covered with grease from his head to his feet
Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat and mosquiters
And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
But they brung their cars for pa to fix anyhow
He was veteran-proud, tried and true
He'd fought till his heart was black and blue
Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times
He bought our house on the G.I. Bill
But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it
He drank pearl in a can and Jack Daniels black
Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack
Had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
And there wasn't too much
That he would take from a stranger

There were thirteen kids and a bunch of dogs
A house full of chickens and a yard full of hogs
I spent the summertime cuttin' up logs for the winter
Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord
Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
Coal-burin' stove, no natural gas
If that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country,
It'll hairlip the pope
If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke
I've seen the Grand Ole Opry,
And I've met Johnny Cash
If that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass

Mama sells eggs at a grocery store
My oldest sister is a first-rate whore
Dad says she can't come home anymore
And he means it
Ma just sits and keeps her silence
Sister, she left 'cause dad got violent
And he knows it
Mama she's old far beyond her time
From chopping tobacco and I've seen her cryin'
When blood started flowin' from her calloused hand
And it hurt me
She'd just keep workin' tryin' to help the old man
To the end of one row and back again like always
She's been through Hell since Junior went to jail
When the lights go out she ain't never failed
To get down on her knees and pray
Because she loves him
Told all the neighbors he was off in the war
Fightin' for freedom,
He's good to the core and she's proud
Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles
At the end of the porch there was four stacks of wheels
And tires for sale for a dollar or two cash.

There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family we was livin' proof
The people who forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
And if that ain't country, It'll hairlip the pope
And if that ain't country, It's a damn good joke
I've seen the Grand Ole Opry,
And I've met Johnny Cash
And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Concerning the great speckled bird
I didn't know God made Honky-Tonk Angels
And went back to the wild side of life.
 
99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer....
 
Could be holding you tonight

Could quit doing wrong,starting doing right

You don't care about what I think

I think I'll just stay here and drink



Hey, putting you down won't square the deal

A least you'll know the way I feel

Hey, take all the money in the bank

I think I'll just stay here and drink



Hey, listen close so you can hear

That loud jukebox playing in my ear

Ain't no woman gonna change the way I think

I think I'll just stay here and drink



Hey, hurtin' me know don't mean a thing

Since love ain't here I don't feel a thing

My mind ain't nothing but a total blank

I think I'll just stay here and drink
 
George Thorogood's I Drink Alone:


I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
You know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself

Every morning just before breakfast
I don't want no coffee or tea
Just me and good buddy Wiser
That's all I ever need
'Cause I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself

The other night I laid sleeping
And I woke from a terrible dream
So I caught up my pal Jack Daniel's
And his partner Jimmy Beam
And we drank alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself

The other day I got invited to a party
But I stayed home instead
Just me and my pal Johnny Walker
And his brothers Black and Red
And we drank alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself

My whole family done give up on me
And it makes me feel oh so bad
The only one who will hang out with me
Is my dear old granddad
And we drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
 
The New Pornographers - The Slow Descent Into Alcoholism

I say my, my slow descent
Into alcoholism it went
To my head where I really need it
With the views that remain untreated
I say my, my, my, my slow descent
Into alcoholism it went
Something like this
Salvation holdout central
I say my, ever-loosening grip
On the commonest courtesies slipped
From my hands
When I really need her
When I need change for the parking meters
I said my, my, my, my slow descent
Into alcoholism it went
Something like this
Salvation holdout central
 
fluffPE said:
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
He got some in prison and others in bars
The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime
They looked like tombstones in our yard
And I never seen him when he wasn't tired and mean
He sold used parts to make ends meet
Covered with grease from his head to his feet
Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat and mosquiters
And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
But they brung their cars for pa to fix anyhow
He was veteran-proud, tried and true
He'd fought till his heart was black and blue
Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times
He bought our house on the G.I. Bill
But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it
He drank pearl in a can and Jack Daniels black
Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack
Had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
And there wasn't too much
That he would take from a stranger

There were thirteen kids and a bunch of dogs
A house full of chickens and a yard full of hogs
I spent the summertime cuttin' up logs for the winter
Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord
Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
Coal-burin' stove, no natural gas
If that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country,
It'll hairlip the pope
If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke
I've seen the Grand Ole Opry,
And I've met Johnny Cash
If that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass

Mama sells eggs at a grocery store
My oldest sister is a first-rate whore
Dad says she can't come home anymore
And he means it
Ma just sits and keeps her silence
Sister, she left 'cause dad got violent
And he knows it
Mama she's old far beyond her time
From chopping tobacco and I've seen her cryin'
When blood started flowin' from her calloused hand
And it hurt me
She'd just keep workin' tryin' to help the old man
To the end of one row and back again like always
She's been through Hell since Junior went to jail
When the lights go out she ain't never failed
To get down on her knees and pray
Because she loves him
Told all the neighbors he was off in the war
Fightin' for freedom,
He's good to the core and she's proud
Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles
At the end of the porch there was four stacks of wheels
And tires for sale for a dollar or two cash.

There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family we was livin' proof
The people who forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
And if that ain't country, It'll hairlip the pope
And if that ain't country, It's a damn good joke
I've seen the Grand Ole Opry,
And I've met Johnny Cash
And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Concerning the great speckled bird
I didn't know God made Honky-Tonk Angels
And went back to the wild side of life.
hell of a song
 
Hell yeah turn it up, right on, hell yeah sounds good sing that song
gutair man singin all night long take be back to when the girls were pretty
life was good
hell yeah

Songs about me

We can skin a buck we can run a trot line and a country boy can survive

pour me another one Im finished with the other one Im drinkin my baby goodbye

I got drunk so sue me I made up my mind to not give a damn, I try to forget the way that you do me, so I got drunk and I still am
 
Hello, Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are
Standin here, visiting with a back slidin Christian in a neighborhood bar

Well, yes thats my bottle and yes, thats my glass
And I see you're eyeballin this pretty young lass
It aint none of your business, but yes, she's with me
And we dont need no sermon, you self righteous woman
Just let us be

The Lord knows i'm drinkin, and runnin around
And he dont need your loud mouth Informin the town
The Lord knows Im sinnin, and sinnin Aint right
But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk
Later tonight

Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson, you self righteous bitty
I dont need your preachin, and I dont need your pity
So, go back to whatever, you hypocrite you
And when I talk to Heaven, then I said I'll put in a good word for you
 
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your tits to chew,
I'm half crazy,
My balls are turning blue
I can't afford a condom,
A plastic bag will do,
But you'll look sweet,
Under the sheets,
With me on top of you.

:D
 
And now I've the most charming of verandas
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks and pimps and whores
Five green bottles sitting on the floor
And I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ
That I had fifteen more


The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam
And my brother earned his medals raping gooks in Vietnam


Shane Mcgowan - Boys from County Hell.
 
Home for a rest
Spirit of the west


You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.

We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats

CHORUS:
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home....

Euston Station the train journey North
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

- CHORUS -

By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home....

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home


This is Your LIfe

The Dropkick Murpheys

Its another November evening
As you remember your way home
You mete out your aggressive tendencies
On whats left of your blackend soul.
You've come to this conclusion
As your dragged from another bloody fight
You've reached the edge where you decided
That you've lived out your whole life.

Another busted knuckle,
taken down by a kick to the balls
You've wasted time, wasted time
As life's shadow grows so tall

Its another busted knuckle
Its a fight you'll never win
And now you bow your head in shame
For a sin no one forgives

[Chorus]
Fight fight you'll never win
(this is our life)
Tonight ill start again
(this is our time)
Fight fight you'll never win
(this is our life)
How will I make amends
(this is our time)
This is our life
This is our time
This is my life
Dont waste my time.

Your wife cant understand you
And you've alienated your oldest friends
Breaking back and fingers to the bone
Buring candles at both ends
Tired of this petty life you lead
A series of dull events
A two-bit, half-assed effigy
Of someone else's dread

Another busted knuckle,
taken down by a kick to the balls
You've wasted time, wasted time
As life's shadow grows so tall

Its another busted knuckle
Its a fight you'll never win
And now you bow your head in shame
For a sin no one forgives

[Chorus X2]

Kiss Me I'm Shitfaced
The Dropkick Murphys


I play in a band
We're the best in the land
We're big in both Chelsea and France
I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar
There's a line of chicks waiting for their chance
So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty
These other gals mean nothing to me
Let's finish these drinks and be gone for the night
'Cause I'm more than a handfull you'll see

[Chorus:]
So kiss me, I'm shitfaced
and i'm soaked and i'm soiled and brown in the trousers,
She kissed me!
And I only bought her one round

I can bench press a car
I'm an ex football star
with degrees from both Harvard and Yale
Girls just can't keep up
I'm a real love machine
I've had far better sex while in jail
I designed the Sears tower
I make two grand an hour
I cook the world's best duck flambe
I'll take the pick of the litter
And girls jockey for me
I don't need these lines to get laid

[Chorus]

I'm the man of the night
A real ladies delight
See, my figure was chisled from stone
One more for the gal then I'll escort her home
Come last call, I'm never alone
I own a house on the hill with a red water bed
It puts Hugh Heffnor's mansion to shame
With girls by the pool and italian sports cars
I'm just here in this dump for the game

[Chorus x2]

Ahh, fuck it. Who am I shittin'?

I'm a pitiful sight
And I ain't all that bright
I'm definitly not chisled from stone
I'm a cheat and a liar
No woman's desire
I'll probably die cold and alone

But just give me a chance
Cause deep down inside
I swear I got a big heart of gold
I'm a monogamous man
No more one night stands
Come on, honey, let me take you home

[Chorus x4]


The Last Sakatchewan Pirate
Captain Tractor


Well I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine
I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
But times went by and though I tried the money wasn't there
And bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair
I looked for every kind of job the answer always no,
"Hire you now" they'd always laugh, "we just let twenty go"
The government, they promised me a measly little sum
But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum

Then I thought "who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone,
I'm gonna be a pirate on the River Saskatchewan..."

And it's a Heave!Ho! High!Ho!Coming down the plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a Ho!Hey!High!Hey!Farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores

Well you'd think the local farmers would know that I'm at large
But just the other day I found an unprotected barge
I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser
I rammed the ship and sank it, and I stole their fertilizer
A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans the mighty river
Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a quiver
'Cause they know that Captain Tractor is hiding in the bay
I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail off with the hay

And it's a Heave!Ho! High!Ho!Coming down the plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a Ho!Hey!High!Hey!Farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores

Well Mountie Bob, he chased me, he was always at my throat
He followed on the shoreline 'cause he didn't own a boat
But cutbacks were a comin' and the Mountie lost his job
So now he's sailin' with me and we call him "Salty Bob"
A swinging sword a scull 'n bones and pleasant company
I never pay my income tax, and screw the GST -- "Screw It!"
Sailing down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea,
If you want to reach the Co-Op boy, you gotta get by me

It's a Heave!Ho! High!Ho!Coming down the plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a Ho!Hey!High!Hey!Farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores


Well the pirate life's appealing, but you don't just find it here
I hear that in North Alberta there's a band of buccaneers
They roam the Athabasca, from Smith to Fort McKay
And you're gonna loose your Stetson and if you have to pass their way
Well winter is a comin' and a chill is in the breeze
My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
But I'll be back in springtime,and now I have to go
I hear there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico

And it's a Heave!Ho! High!Ho!Coming down the plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a Ho!Hey!High!Hey!Farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores

And it's a Heave!Ho! High!Ho!Coming down the plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a Ho!Hey!High!Hey!Farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores

And it's a Heave!Ho! High!Ho!Coming down the plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a Ho!Hey!High!Hey!Farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores

When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores


Yeah, i'm a happy drunk
 
Mr. Thorogood knows from drinking...

Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
And out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you in a month.
Next I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
Leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
And out the door I went

So I go down the streets,
Down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see it in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
She ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
 
going_long said:
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your tits to chew,
I'm half crazy,
My balls are turning blue
I can't afford a condom,
A plastic bag will do,
But you'll look sweet,
Under the sheets,
With me on top of you.

:D
Ive read worse poetry on this board. :D
 
WELL, IT WAS ALL
THAT I COULD DO TO KEEP FROM CRYING’
SOMETIMES IT SEEMED SO USELESS TO REMAIN
BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN’, DARLIN'
YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME BY MY NAME

YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME WAYLON JENNINGS
AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME CHARLIE PRIDE
AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME MERLE HAGGARD/ANYMORE
EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE ON MY FIGHTING’ SIDE

CHORUS:
AND I’LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME
AND I NEVER MINDED STANDING’ IN THE RAIN
BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN’, DARLIN’
YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME

WELL, I’VE HEARD MY NAME
A FEW TIMES IN YOUR PHONE BOOK (Hello, Hello)
AND I’VE SEEN IT ON SIGNS WHERE I’VE PLAYED
BUT THE ONLY TIME I KNOW
I’LL HEAR "DAVID ALLAN COE"
IS WHEN JESUS HAS HIS FINAL JUDGMENT DAY

REPEAT CHORUS

RECITATION:
WELL, A FRIEND OF MINE NAMED STEVE GOODMAN WROTE THAT SONG
AND HE TOLD ME IT WAS THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG
I WROTE HIM BACK A LETTER AND I TOLD HIM IT WAS NOT THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG BECAUSE HE HADN’T SAID ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT MAMA,
OR TRAINS,
OR TRUCKS,
OR PRISON,
OR GETTING’ DRUNK
WELL HE SAT DOWN AND WROTE ANOTHER VERSE TO THE SONG
AND HE SENT IT TO ME,
AND AFTER READING IT,
I REALIZED THAT MY FRIEND HAD WRITTEN THE PERFECT
COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG
AND I FELT OBLIGED TO INCLUDE IT ON THIS ALBUM
THE LAST VERSE GOES LIKE THIS HERE:

WELL, I WAS DRUNK THE DAY MY MOM GOT OUT OF PRISON
AND I WENT TO PICK HER UP IN THE RAIN
BUT BEFORE I COULD GET TO THE STATION IN MY PICKUP TRUCK
SHE GOT RUN NED OVER BY A DAMNED OLD TRAIN

CHORUS:
AND I’LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME
AND I NEVER MINDED STANDING’ IN THE RAIN
NO, A’ YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN’, DARLIN’
YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME
WELL I WONDER WHY YOU DON’T CALL ME
WHY DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME BY MY NAME
 
And I'd Sing The Red River Valley
And He'd Sit In The Kitchen And Cry
Run His Fingers Through Seventy Years Of Living'
Wondering, Lord, Has Every Well I Drilled Ran Dry
We Were Friends, Me And That Old Man
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train

He's A Drifter And A Driller Of Oil Wells
And An Old School Man Of The World
Taught Me How To Drive His Car When He's Too Drunk To
And He'd Wink And Give Me Money For The Girls
And Our Lives Was Like Some Old Western Movie
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train

From The Time That I Could Walk He'd Take Me With Him
To A Place Called The Green Frog Cafe
And There Was Old Men With Beer Guts And Dominoes
Lying' About Their Lives While They Played
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train

And I Looked Up And He Was Pushing Eighty
And There Was Brown Tobacco Stains All Down His Chin
To Me He's One Of The Heroes Of This Country
See Why's He All Dressed Up Like Some Old Man
Drinking' Beer And Playing' Moon In Forty-two
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train

The Day Before He Dies I Went To See Him
I Was Grown And He Was Almost Gone
We Just Closed Our Eyes And Dreamt Us Up A Kitchen
And Sang Another Verse To That Old Song
"don't Cry, Jack, It's Only Jesus Coming"
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train
Like Desperados Waiting For The Train
 
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I HEARD THE BURRITOS OUT IN CALIFORNIA
COULD FLY HIGHER THAN THE BIRDS
ROGER MCGINNIS HAD A TWELVE-STRING GUITAR
IT WAS LIKE NOTHING I'D EVER HEARD
AND THE EAGLES FLEW IN FROM THE WEST COAST
LIKE THE BIRDS, THEY WERE TRYING TO BE FREE
WHILE IN TEXAS, THE TALK TURNED TO OUTLAWS
LIKE WILLIE AND WAYLON AND ME

HEY,
WELL, THEY SAY TEXAS MUSIC'S IN THE MAKE
AND WE'VE BEEN MAKING' MUSIC THAT IS FREE
DOING' ONE-NIGHT STANDS,
PLAYING' WITH OUR BANDS
WILLIE, WAYLON AND ME
OH MAD DOG

THEY SAY THE BEATLES WERE JUST THE BEGINNING
OF EVERYTHING MUSIC COULD BE
JUST LIKE THE STONES I WAS ROLLING ALONG
LIKE A SHIP LOST OUT ON THE SEA
AND JOPLIN WOULD DIE FOR THE FUTURE
AND DYLAN WOULD WRITE POETRY
AND IN TEXAS, THE TALK TURNED TO OUTLAWS LIKE
WILLIE AND WAYLON AND ME

RECITATION:
HEY, MY NAME IS DAVID ALLAN COE AND I'M FROM DALLAS, TEXAS

THEY SAY TEXAS MUSIC'S IN THE MAKE
AND WE'VE BEEN MAKING' MUSIC THAT IS FREE
DOING' ONE-NIGHT STANDS,
PLAYING' WITH OUR BANDS
WILLIE, WAYLON AND ME
BIG JIM

I HEARD THE BURRITOS OUT IN CALIFORNIA
COULD FLY HIGHER THAN THE BIRDS
ROGER MCGINNIS HAD A TWELVE-STRING GUITAR
IT WAS LIKE NOTHING I'D EVER HEARD
AND THE EAGLES FLEW IN FROM THE WEST COAST
LIKE THE BIRDS, THEY WERE TRYING TO BE FREE
WHILE IN TEXAS, THE TALK TURNED TO OUTLAWS LIKE
WILLIE AND WAYLON AND ME


OK, enough of Coe for now!
 
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