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Cuttin' thru, cuttin' thru
Don't mind me, I'm just cuttin' thru
Pay no mind to the lines that you keep
I'm gonna go anyway that I please
'Cause all my life I been cuttin' thru
Don't mind me and I won't mind you
But that got me lost till I stumble across
A little dirt road without no mailbox
All of a sudden there come a blue pickup truck
Do a little dance, seems I might be in luck
Went over to the window, I said how's about a ride?
Driver says that's fine, but pay my daughter no mind
Driver he points his thumb to the back
In the bed was a gal about my age, said sir, I can live with that
Climb over the wheel well, I said hello what's your name?
She shot me a look, threw me backwards over the tailgate
That gal kick me out just as soon as I was in
Turns out she do not much care for trespassin' men
Well driver he took off without no goodbye
All but a great big cloud of smoke comin' out his tailpipe
Sat there in the dirt thinkin' I just might maybe
Start paying' more mind to someone other than me
So no more cuttin' thru, you won't find me cuttin' thru
Don't mind me but I best start mindin' you
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I got so far out forgot how to swim
Playing cards at the bottom of the ocean
No life gaurd and no life vest
Ain’t no one gonna clean up my mess
Ain’t no rain if you is already wet
I don’t ever wanna not be a kid
But that attitude drove me to this
To telling my brothers it’s sink or swim
That it’s their fault they're homeless
That they should pull themselves up by their boot strap
You’d think with all this space well we could get
A single room for him to stay in
But the business man he raise the rent
Obsessed with his enormous profit
Tiny hands filling giant pockets
Fake news filled with real violence
Question mark for a president
Clear as mud it don’t make much sense
But I know how to make it great again
Hire a bunch of Mexican
I ain’t trying to be a pessimist
No I ain’t got no solution
I'm just trying to have a conversation
‘Bout how it hurts so good to be American
Remind myself that I’m human
We not here for a short sprint
We in it for the distance
So if you lose just go again
I said losing is a way to win
You gotta sink to learn how to swim
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Heart Burn 2.0
03:41
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He never told her he love her
Forgot to say how much he care
Maybe he just stubborn, or maybe he really don’t
But i know truth is he got scared
A lion don’t make much of a show
Who’s afraid of growing too close
So he’s left alone, to act like a clown
Telling himself a bad joke
‘Bout an old friend with magical power
Who could turn his heart into a fire
And lift him right up like a hot air balloon
Taking him higher and higher
Till he hit himself a shooting star
And fell down underneath the bar
Down by the dust and an old cigarette
Wondering where you are
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Autumn Lake
02:34
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Big Kahuna (Gum Bus)
04:00
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Took a midnight ride through to Missouri
All the while deep in a coma
Dreaming of a beautiful woman
On my way back home
On my way back home
Took her on a date wore my best cologne
Out for sushi sashimi tuna
We order the Big Kahuna
Whatever floats your boat
Whatever floats your boat
At the sign of the check we go to the
Local indie art house cinema
None quite like dinner and a movie
To get in the mood
To get in the mood
At the intermission I lean in to kiss her
I think how strange and rude
She chew a stick of pink bazooka
So much for making moves
So much for making moves
When the bubble pop well I awoke
There on that bus I was all alone
But the bus it stop, get a new passenger
She look awful cold
She look awful cold
She come down the aisle, say is this seat taken?
I said no ma’am in fact I been waiting
I must have started salivating
Cause she gave me some gum
Yeah she gave me a stick of gum
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I just about done run out of
My supply of patience
Why can’t we just get her done?
We ain’t always gonna be so young
Day gone come when our hair turn gray
Back gone ache and our breath gone stink
One day we up and just pass away
Will you be there as I reach my grave?
Cause I grow ill without your love
Like a tree without no sun
Like hot coffee without no mug
Like a cowboy who lost his gun
I toss I turn I sing a song
‘Bout how I think she ought to have a ring on
Her hand I watch spin ‘round the clock
But this time she don’t never stop
She buy my time
She bite my tongue
She say baby don’t mind
Just always try and keep in mind
We is still young
She just might could be right
I said maybe we ain’t meant to fly
But ask yourself well why can’t I?
I sure as hell would like to try
Like a wind-filled kite in a summer blue sky
Or the autumn leaves falling oh so quiet
Kept as silent as a winter night
But now it’s spring time to decide
Ain’t asking if you is for sure
I’m asking if you'd give it a go
'Cause of all the folks in this here world
I said is you or ain’t you gonna be my girl?
You know damn well that I’m your guy
Is you willing to be mine?
I know you like to take your time
But I like to take mine I like to make her my wife
She buy my time
She bite my tongue
She say baby don’t mind
Just always try and keep in mind
We is still young
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7. |
First Time I Met Jesus
02:15
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First time I met Jesus
I was on my Daddy’s farm
Took me to a big white house
With a big white fence
Said this could all be yours
You just gotta keep on movin’
Don’t stop when things get low
It’ll be OK
When the music play
It sound so colourful
Like a stained glass window with the light behind
It shine so turquoise blue
But when the sun go down
And the light go out
Left alone with the glow of the full moon
That big white disc behind the old oak tree
She’s a crystal ball filled with memories
That remind me of
Everyone I love
And all of the people that I’ve yet to meet
There’s so much potential it’s hard to describe
Like a flower that blooms in the new sunrise
While the church bell ring
And the blue bird sing
And I kept help but think it will all be alright
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