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Country or Bust
03:17
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Country or Bust
We plant it in the spring time,
weed and hoe all summer long.
Making clear corn liquor and singing our own song
We live outside, with the kids and the dogs from dawn till dusk
Way out on the state road
Where the pavement turns to dust
We’re making our last stand, country or bust
Country or Bust
We did it in the city,
Chasing easy street
Had to learn it ain’t what you make, son it’s what you keep
And now we keep it all.
To live this life before it goes to rust.
Way out on the state road
Where the pavement turns to dust
We’re making our last stand, country or bust
Country or Bust
This is Real Organic
Perfect Place to Hide
Lose the scared and panic and find your way outside
We ain’t much for strangers
Never know who’s passing through
But everything we’ve got is yours, there’s a bed waiting for you
it’s outside, with the kids and the dogs and all of us.
Way out on the state road
Where the pavement turns to dust
We’re making our last stand, country or bust
Country or Bust
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Pure Grain Guarantee (ft. The HawtThorns)
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This Old Truck
03:57
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All they left was a post it on the mailbox
All it said was, “check your storage space”
All I did was, grab my keys and a flash light
and so I found them there in a sweaty embrace
when life gives you the finger, son, you need your special place.
This old truck always turns over
When I stomp the gas
This old truck held every thing I own
The day I left his ass
I can find the cheap parts any, and fix it with a socket set
I ain’t given up this truck, cause this truck ain’t quit me yet
No this truck ain’t quit me yet.
I spent some time swiping through the headshots
Looking for a love that I knew could not fail.
And I tried so hard to be great romancer
But I always ended up chasing my tail.
And I want a happy song, but mine is in a minor scale
This old truck always turns over
When I stomp the gas
This old truck held every thing I own
The day I left his ass
I can find the cheap parts any, and fix it with a socket set
I ain’t given up this truck, cause this truck ain’t quit me yet
No this truck ain’t quit me yet.
Sometimes we, go riding through the country
Just two old friends living past their prime
If I’m feeling flush I fill up on the good stuff
And let that motor sing in perfect time.
And he ain’t flesh and blood, but he’s the only thing that’s mine.
This old truck always turns over
When I stomp the gas
This old truck held every thing I own
The day I left his ass
I can find the cheap parts any, and fix it with a socket set
I ain’t given up this truck, cause this truck ain’t quit me yet
No this truck ain’t quit me yet.
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4. |
How Much Do You Want?
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5. |
Jailbird
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Make Your Move
03:13
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A long time ago you worked up your nerve
You walked across the room and you said you words
“How do you do? My name is Joe.”
She looked you up and and down and it was stop or go.
Time flies by
The old ways get hard to prove
Time flies by
But if you want it friend you better make your move
My first boss was an SOB
He had a good old time taking shots at me.
I picked up my nickels and learned to fast.
Told that old man that he could kiss my ass.
Time flies by
The old ways get hard to prove
Time flies by
But if you want it friend you better make your move
There’s always some new bill to pay.
A new bomb to fear, a new word to say.
But people they’re just all the same
You can get things done or shake the blame.
Time flies by
The old ways get hard to prove
Time flies by
But if you want it friend you better make your move
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Layaway
03:44
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That fender guitar sure sparkles in the window.
Periwinkle telecaster sounds like a dream
The neck pickup coos like a little baby
And single coil bridge sure knows how to twang and scream
Put it on layaway
I ain’t got the scratch today
But it will be mine and I’m gonna buy it in my own sweet time.
Good things wait for those who come with cold hard cash
Every pay day, I chip some away.
Put it on layaway.
That red velvet suit fits you like a warm bath
You walk down the street in that suit and folks step aside
Bell bottom slacks and a vest just like Tom Jones.
Clothes that swing for the fence with nothing to hide.
Put it on layaway
I ain’t got the scratch today
But it will be mine and I’m gonna buy it in my own sweet time.
Good things wait for those who come with cold hard cash
Every pay day, I chip some away.
Put it on layaway.
That bike sounds like righteous rolling thunder.
1200 cc’s of Wisconsin American steel.
Chrome in front. Chrome in the rear and just enough chrome On the side.
I know just how to make this big ticket deal.
Put it on layaway
I ain’t got the scratch today
But it will be mine and I’m gonna get it in my own sweet time.
Good things wait for those who come with cold hard cash
Every pay day, I chip some away.
Put it on layaway.
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8. |
Keep It Coming
02:34
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I don’t know why you want me so
I don’t know how to tell you no
But just in case you need a show…
Just keep it coming
Just keep it coming
I will come running to you.
I’ve wasted years on childish games
Begging for mercy, life in flames
But You stole me heart like Jesse James
Just keep it coming
Just keep it coming
I will come running to you.
I’ve got a Ph.D. in romantic deceits
Square pegs and round holes and dead end streets
It’s tempting to try and boil it down.
Pick thru my past in this cut throat town.
But you are the luck that turned me round
Just keep it coming
Just keep it coming
I will come running to you.
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9. |
This Heavy Load
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10. |
As Is Sale
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11. |
Corporate Hack
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12. |
Singalong
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