Speaking in Lyrics
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Any back alley street
Is where we'll probably meet
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air's cold and damp
I'm a nasty surprise
I'm a devil in disguise
I'm a footstep at night
I'm a scream of the fright
All hear my warning
Never turn your back
On the ripper, the ripper, the ripper
Is where we'll probably meet
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air's cold and damp
I'm a nasty surprise
I'm a devil in disguise
I'm a footstep at night
I'm a scream of the fright
All hear my warning
Never turn your back
On the ripper, the ripper, the ripper
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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Rip this joint, gonna save your soul
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley
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I'm still on the road, headin' for another joint
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
Let's head on down the road
Let's head on down the road
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley
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I wish coke was still cola
And a joint was a bad place to be
It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV
And a joint was a bad place to be
It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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cigarettes
coca cola
Hell Yes, Honey I still could hold ya
coca cola
Hell Yes, Honey I still could hold ya
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley
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When the coast is clear I drive with my knees
Mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Don't hurt people, and don't take their stuff.
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Crossroads, will you ever let him go? Lord, Lord.
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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I fly a starship across the universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again...and again...and again...
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again...and again...and again...
I keep it all together for the sake of the kids.
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Everybody knows me down at the local bar
I drink until I can't see, then I wonder where you are
I drink until I can't see, then I wonder where you are
And I knew when I woke up Rock N Roll would be here forever
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"...one day you know that beaver tried to leave her, so she caged him up with cyclone fence."
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eating pussy and kicking ass
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Up against the wall redneck mother
Mother, who has raised her son so well
He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk
Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell
Mother, who has raised her son so well
He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk
Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell
If you don't run you rust
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I was just thirty-four years old and I was still wandering in a haze
I was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were lost in a maze
I don't know why I thought I should have some kind of divine right to the blues
It's sympathy not tears people need when they're the front page sad news.
I was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were lost in a maze
I don't know why I thought I should have some kind of divine right to the blues
It's sympathy not tears people need when they're the front page sad news.
Let the outside air in
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I'm just second hand news yeah
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Have you heard the news?
Can't afford no shoes.
Can't afford no shoes.
Don't hurt people, and don't take their stuff.
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I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley
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There's sailboats and conch shells and palm trees galore,
But Jimmy Buffett doesn't live in Key West anymore
But Jimmy Buffett doesn't live in Key West anymore
Let the outside air in
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Monday, I'm all high, get me out of FLA
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What about Laura?
She's slipping right through the cracks
What about Laura?
Chances are she won't make it back
What about Laura?
What about Laura?
Laura ran back to Jacksonville for a thrill
But Tampa was her place to play
The Lake County cops don't know her yet
But when she runs away, I'm sure they will
She's slipping right through the cracks
What about Laura?
Chances are she won't make it back
What about Laura?
What about Laura?
Laura ran back to Jacksonville for a thrill
But Tampa was her place to play
The Lake County cops don't know her yet
But when she runs away, I'm sure they will
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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Oh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley
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Earth people
New York and California
Earth people
I was born on Jupiter
New York and California
Earth people
I was born on Jupiter
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Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee
My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me
'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now.
I can remember the fourth of July runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' chasin' down a hoodoo there
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou.
My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me
'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now.
I can remember the fourth of July runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' chasin' down a hoodoo there
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou.
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley
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We should've jumped out of that airplane after all
Flying skyways overhead, it wasn't hard to fall
And I had so many crashes that I couldn't feel at all
And it feels like I'm seventeen again
Feels like I'm seventeen
Times might break you, God forsake you, leave you burned and bruised
Innocence will teach you what it feels like to be used
Thought that you'd done everything, you didn't have a clue
And it feels like I'm seventeen again
Feels like I'm seventeen
Flying skyways overhead, it wasn't hard to fall
And I had so many crashes that I couldn't feel at all
And it feels like I'm seventeen again
Feels like I'm seventeen
Times might break you, God forsake you, leave you burned and bruised
Innocence will teach you what it feels like to be used
Thought that you'd done everything, you didn't have a clue
And it feels like I'm seventeen again
Feels like I'm seventeen
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
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I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost highway
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost highway
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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I’ve seen you outside my window.
It’s those dark seeds that bring you in.
I don’t know if its hunger or habit,
but I’m big on the idea of sin.
It’s those dark seeds that bring you in.
I don’t know if its hunger or habit,
but I’m big on the idea of sin.
Don't hurt people, and don't take their stuff.
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My true love drowned in a dirty old pan
Of oil that did run from the block
Of a Falcon sedan 1969
The paper said '75
There were no survivors
None found alive
Trees break the sidewalk
And the sidewalk skins my knees
There's glass in my thermos
And blood on my jeans
Nickels and dimes of the Fourth of July
Roll off in a crooked line
To the chain-link lots where the red tails dive
Oh how I forgot what it's like
Of oil that did run from the block
Of a Falcon sedan 1969
The paper said '75
There were no survivors
None found alive
Trees break the sidewalk
And the sidewalk skins my knees
There's glass in my thermos
And blood on my jeans
Nickels and dimes of the Fourth of July
Roll off in a crooked line
To the chain-link lots where the red tails dive
Oh how I forgot what it's like
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Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing