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My Own Stunts
03:44
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I could use a silver dollar for the wishing well
One hundred and seventeen pounds of raising hell
I’ll take another breakdown and I’ll take another drink
But I’m better off arrested and I’m safer in the clink
I do all my own stunts, all my own bleeding
This barroom’s packed all wall to wall with thirsty cowgirl clones
Lining up straight out the door to be my methadone
Sometimes too much good whiskey can barely be enough
To forget that she don’t miss me and the mornin’ll be rough
I do all my own stunts, all my own bleeding
Already had a woman who did the things you do
Already had a woman who beat me black and blue
Already had a woman who said the things you say
Already drive a stolen car with out of state plates
I do all my own stunts, all my own bleeding
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2. |
Katie Dear
04:13
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I asked if I could have a light
Said no but I could spend a night
Katie I might
Incinerate before your eyes
Like lazy lovers marinate
In hazy fogs of heavy sighs
Kiss like a needle in my vein
A river rising in the rain
Katie tonight
Somewhere the sky is burning bright
But you and I can’t see the stars
Through the silver city lights
Don’t wanna take it anymore
Don’t wanna wake up on your floor
Oh Katie dear
I cut my face in your mirror
I get these trembling hands
Every time you standing near
A love that follows me around
A love I can’t get in the ground
Oh Katie dear
What the hell’re you doing here
I got no money in the bank
I got no music for your ears
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3. |
Drag My Liver
03:36
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There’s a story told in the way she smells
I’ll sing it twice as fast and half as well
Swagger past heaven on her way to hell and
Drag my liver through broken glass
Know how she feels when I do what I do
Crossing the line in her high heel shoes
Her bed’ll look better besides my boots and I’ll
Drag my liver through broken glass
She was a friend of mine, she was a friend of mine
Within an earshot shout it out roundabout reason to cry
How high do I have to be
How long do I watch it bleed
How hard does it have to be, gonna
Drag my liver through broken glass
Girl said ‘son you know i got scars too
And this aint love, I don’t burn for you’
Just black Maria shootin’ the moon gonna
Drag my liver through broken glass
She was a friend of mine, she was a friend of mine
She was a cold-cock double-shot left me half a bottle of rye
Drag the river for what's left of my soul
Old truck tires and rock and roll
What used to be diamond burning like coal
Drag my liver through broken glass
Said gimme cold comfort gimme the storm
Let the heat lightning keep me warm
Spittin thunder since the days she’s born
Drag my liver through broken glass
She was a friend of mine, she was a friend of mine
She was a cold-cock double-shot left me half a bottle of rye
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4. |
Vices
03:12
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I never drink whiskey
At least not in the morning
My eye never wanders
At least not after you warned me
I never smoke, in the house
If I can help it, I never run my mouth
I got these vices under control
At least so far as I know
There’s certain cuss words
you don’t like me to say
And I hardly ever
Say em all anyway
I never smoke, in the house
If I can help it, I never run my mouth
I got these vices under control
At least so far as I know
I never drink whiskey
At least not in the morning
My eye never wanders
At least not after you warned me
I never smoke, in the house
If I can help it, I never run my mouth
I got these vices under control
At least so far as I know
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5. |
Snake River Canyon
04:39
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I was only two or three
Sittin’ on my daddy’s knee
We caught the whole thing on TV
With a black and white display
Nineteen cars at the Astrodome
Countless wrecks and broken bones
The Last Gladiator since old Rome
Was gonna jump that day
At Moose’s bar he got the itch
Back in nineteen sixty-six
Nothin’ could turn off that switch
He had to make his play
Montana Mules and a couple shots
The more he drank the more he thought
That he really had a shot
To make the jump that day
All the papers called him crazy
Said he shouldn’t even try
No way in Hell he’d make it
No man could make a motorcycle fly
500 feet deep and a mile wide
He couldn’t see the other side
Full of confidence and pride
Atop that rocket sleigh
It was finally time to fly
He might live and he might die
But either way he had to try
To make the jump that day
‘Cause dyin’s always been a part of livin’
None of us get’s out alive
So don’t you go sit down on the sidelines
You gotta try and make the other side
From the start it all went wrong
Headwinds were a bit too strong
The Sky Cycle didn’t make it long
And he went down in flames
Screams went up from his fans
Twelve thousand people ran
To see what happened to their man
Who tried to jump that day
When you hear about the old Snake River Canyon
Think about what happened there one day
A man so bad everybody called him Evel
Stared down death and then he walked away
‘Cause dyin’s always been a part of livin’
None of us get’s out of here alive
So don’t you go sit down on the sidelines
You gotta try and make the other side
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6. |
Paint
05:00
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Was the 13th of September and I had something to prove
To thirteen generations, with an infantry tattoo
Left home on a Sunday, she begged me not to go
Kissed her in her driveway, like a thousand times before
I was off to Cochise County, cut my hair and left her ill
In love with desert views from reservoir hill
And the road explodes along, it expects another song
But it’s love, with all the paint rubbed off, all the paint rubbed off
Six thousand miles away, never asked for her to wait
But she's no good at being lonely and a kiss is all it takes
Stole a stone out of a river, cut her face into the rock
Stole my skin from my poor mother, carved her name into my arm
Turned my gun into a Gibson ES 135
Hot tubes in a Marshall, it’s keeping me alive
Caught in Mesa, Arizona, drowning in the dry
With a girl that thinks she knows me, but she couldn’t tell you why
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7. |
Backroad
03:43
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I had a girl down in Indiana
Lord’ll let me tell ya that she stood four-ten
She kicked like a twelve gauge shotgun
That I’ll never shoot again
I had a woman down West Virginia
In her high heels she stood five-foot-four
Rumor mill said she was my third cousin
And now she don’t call me no more
I had a woman in Cincinnati
Maker didn’t waste a damn bit of five-three
I fell harder than diamonds but she was
Hunting bigger game than me
I had a woman from Dallas, Texas
Every last bit of blonde five foot nine
She grabbed my hand went off the pill
I guess now that woman’s mine
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8. |
Whiskey Too
03:06
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An old friend of mine said I was looking good
Said I was feeling way better than I probably should
He called me liar and told me to tell
Exactly how it was I get along so well
I guess the cigarettes help and the whiskey too
And I change my strings and I shine my shoes
I got songs to sing, I sit and read the news
And the cigarettes help and the whiskey too
I keep never getting younger in a threadbare bar
I keep never getting better at this old guitar
Noon's a fine enough time for mixing alcohol
Three's too late or early for anything at all
Yeah the cigarettes help and the whiskey too
And I change my strings and I shine my shoes
I got songs to sing, I sit and read the news
And the cigarettes help and the whiskey too
Well I got a hundred dollars and I got all night
To count how many wrongs it takes to make a single right
This lonely girl’s only here to make it all worse
With lipstick on her teeth and cheap vodka in her purse
O lord the cigarettes help and the whiskey too
And I change my strings and I shine my shoes
I got songs to sing, I sit and read the news
And the cigarettes help and the whiskey too
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9. |
Lipstick Stains
03:36
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You stare ahead without speaking
Got nothing to say
But I know what you’re thinking
Your eyes give you away
Can’t say that I blame you
I’d feel the same
Such a nasty mash-up
Of anger and shame
Cause it’s hard to sneak in when it’s 3 AM
With cheap whiskey on your breath
It’s hard to explain why the lipstick stain
Is pink when you wear red
I can’t go back and undo it
But I wish I could
I know I really blew it
Really fucked up good
Cause it’s hard to sneak in at 3 AM
With the night still on your breath
It’s hard to explain why the lipstick stain
Is pink when yours is red
‘Cause it’s hard to sneak in when it’s 3 AM
With cheap whiskey on your breath
It’s hard to explain why the lipstick stain
Is pink when you wear red
Yeah it’s hard to sneak in at 3 AM
With the night you spent on your breath
And it’s hard to explain why the lipstick stain
Is pink when yours is red
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10. |
Union Girl
03:58
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Give me a reason, give me a sign
Give me a bottle of whiskey, give me a bottle of wine
Gimme an hour of your precious time
Give me a reason, give me a sign
Told me you're leaving, told me it's time
Past ain't repeatin', but sometimes it rhymes
I'm getting tried twice for the same crime
Told me you're leaving, told me it's time
Let's make it all bigger, let's make it on back
Keep falling forwards until we fade to black
Head on my shoulder, breasts against my back
Let's make it all bigger, let's make it on back
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Sons of Ditches Wixom, Michigan
Roots rock and outlaw country for cow tippers and shit kickers
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