Speaking in Lyrics

[cortez the killer]

Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children, girls of the night
And them that don't know him won't like him and them that do
Sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right

[LBRod]

I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
And ride him all along the border line
With a pair of heavy duty
zircon encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand

[cortez the killer]

Well adios amigos, see you down the line
I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought back some good times
And if you see those pals we knew from days when we were young
Tell them I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run

[Slipkid42]

Might even ride back through Phoenix someday
Might even stop for awhile
But branded, no never! I'll not be tied down
Trapped by a fair lady's smile.

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
I'm as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp!

[Smitty]

So if you got a bucker, don't ever buck around
That buckin' mother bucker will buck you on the ground

[Slipkid42]

My parents can not stand him 'cause he rides the rodeo
My father says that he will leave me cryin'
I would follow him right down the roughest road I know
Someday soon, goin' with him someday soon

[cortez the killer]

I'm a ro-do-o de-o de-o cowboy
Bordering on the insane

[LBRod]

Next month it'll be those damned old
rodeos and fairs
He'll be gone for six weeks straight
to God only knows where
And he won't win any money and worse
than that, he won't care
When she asks him, he'll just smile,
he had a real good time out there

[Slipkid42]

Merry-go-rounds and burial grounds
Are all the same to me.
Horses on post and kids and ghosts
Are spirits that we ought to set free.
Them city slicker pickers got a lot of
Slicker licks than me.
But ridin' the range and acting strange
Is where I want to be.

And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)
Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot

[one belt loop]

I'm a space cowboy
Bet you weren't ready for that

[Smitty]

I know I won't be living in a tent
I got a .45 to pay my rent

[bovine knievel]

It's two a.m. the fear has gone
I'm sitting here waitin' the gun still warm
Maybe my connection is tired of taken chances
Yeah there's a storm on the loose sirens in my head
I'm wrapped up in silence all circuits are dead
I cannot decode
my whole life spins into a frenzy

[Smitty]

so I'm heading back up to the hills all alone
locking my door, disconnecting my phone
sobering up and loading my shotgun
you better stay off of my lawn

[Smitty]

I wanted her to want me so bad it hurt

[Slipkid42]

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you crying?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you crying?
Feeling all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dying
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you crying?

I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm begging you to beg me

I'll shine up the old brown shoes
Put on a brand-new shirt
I'll get home early from work
If you say that you love me

[one belt loop]

I don't want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there's life below me
But all that you can show me
Is the prairie and the sky

And I don't want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
It was in the wilderness
And the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain
In the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn,
I watched it burn.

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face

[Slipkid42]

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

[Smitty]

It's hard to be a good man listening to the Drive By Truckers

[Slipkid42]

An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no communication
An' everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
'Bout a bad reputation anyway
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

[Slipkid42]

I know I got a bad reputation
and it isn't just talk, talk, talk
If I could only give you everything
You know I haven't got

I couldn't have one conversation
If it wasn't for the lies, lies, lies
And still I ought to tell you everything
'till I close my eyes

Suddenly I'm on the street
Seven years disappear below my feet
Been breaking down
Do you want me now?
Do you want me now?

[one belt loop]

And I may be a bird in a cage
But at least it's your cage

[John A Arkansawyer]

It's a strong wind blowing on the open range
It's gonna be beautiful and it's gonna be strange
It's where to plant the camera and when to say action
When to print the legend and when to leave the facts in
And when to turn your back on the comforts of home
And wander round The Monument Valley alone

[Tequila Cowboy]

Impossible Germany
Unlikely Japan

Wherever you go
Wherever you land
I'll say what this means to me
I'll do what I can

Impossible Germany
Unlikely Japan

The fundamental problem
We all need to face
This is important
But I know you're not listening
Oh I know you're not listening

If this was still new to me
I wouldn't understand

Impossible Germany
Unlikely Japan

But this is what love is for
To be out of place
Gorgeous and alone
Face to face

With no larger problems
That need to be erased
Nothing more important than to know
Someone's listening
Now I know
You'll be listening

[bovine knievel]

^^^^^^^^
breaking in the new TV

Oh, I'm kickin'
Yeah, I'm calm
Oh, I'm kickin'
Television
Television

[LBRod]

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I'm the slime oozin' out
From your tv set

[one belt loop]

Turn me on 'cause I need it now
Turn me on 'cause I don't know how
Pick me up and shake me
Tune me in and take me
Lights are bright and the music's loud

Let me know what I need to know
Make me go where I want to go
Let me stand and wonder
Let me feel the thunder
See the lightning and the picture show

Put your hand on the power and

Turn me on again and again
Say you're always gonna be my friend
Love me like you mean it
Make a mess and clean it
Don't you stop 'til I tell you when

[Slipkid42]

Do you wanna be an angel
Do you wanna be a star
Do you wanna play some magic
On my guitar
Do you wanna be a poet
Do you wanna be my string
You could be anything

Do you wanna be the lover of another undercover
You could even be the
Man on the moon

Do you wanna be the player
Do you wanna be the string
Let me tell you something
It just don't mean a thing

You see it really doesn't matter
When you're buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallized
Still...you turn me on

[LBRod]

that gal's the gal for me
she loves me tenderly

[Slipkid42]

Oh she may be weary
Young girls they do get wearied
Wearing that same old shaggy dress
Yeah yeah
But when she gets weary
Try a little tenderness, yeah yeah
Oh my my, huh

[LBRod]

And in the hard light of an angry sun
No one remembers what was said or done
Tender are the words they choose
You win, I win, we lose