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Glory, Glory
04:31
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This bottle of jack is my new best friend
because my old friends left me for a closet-kept leather suitcase
that my mother will find when she hauls all my shit
down to the street in exchange for rent
and i'm sure she wants back that travelin' bag
and I'll box my records up in the attic
cause the winos have been beggin' to get at 'em
and so is the gun and pawn on the boulevard
We sing
Glory, glory, hallelujah
The devil's out roaming the streets
Singin'
Glory, glory, hallelujah
I guess that bastard's out
he's a'looking for me
If you close your eyes is it easier
to wave goodbye, shift in reverse
and never ever return
Well, farewell pops I'll take of ma
I'll make up for when we were growin' up
on the farm on the outskirts of town
If you drink away everything they say
then hell becomes some real place
and the pews flood with refugees
Dad I hope everything works out
like you taught me down in the deep south
and all those promises are redeemed
If you get a chance could you ask your friend
why my grandparents are 86
and he crippled your fifties
justify that for me
We'll sing
Glory, glory, hallelujah
the devil's out roaming the streets
Singin'
Glory, glory, hallelujah
He's the best friend I got that never leaves
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21 Overnight
02:27
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Me and my friends we run around, rolled down the blanket steps of town
left home, it shot us down
left every woman that we've found
on a record player or three nights of wine
From a county road in a dodge van to a basement apartment
You can tell there's a long road ahead if you look behind
We came a long way
To the first beer of the new year
Feet on the ground alright
We turned 21 overnight
You can call it a hydrogen tank
picked me up to the high ceiling
whiskey-flooded veins forget the blood
and trouble runs with us
every night he wakes up
with a taste for something new,
maybe a brown-haired girl that'll smile at you
and you'll beg to tell her
I came a long way
To the first beer of the new year
Feet on the ground alright
I turned 21 overnight
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Babe, I'm Goddamn Sorry
05:13
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And I'm so sorry, I was just a kid in love
This empty stomach has been hanging around all month
You say you want a man with money
The kind that I don't have and don't care to have
And you say you want to just be happy
And that don't happen with me, no
And I'm so sorry, I am up in the clouds
And I hope to god, I don't come down tonight
I know these things will kill me
But I haven't learned my lesson
And I still don't really care for goodbyes
I've been smoking in the closet
dreaming of rocky top Tennessee
If you still love all of my dress shirts,
They no longer smell like me
I've been smoking in the closet,
Dreaming of rocky top Tennessee
If you still love all of my dress shirts,
I'm so, very goddamn sorry
I'm not the man to sleep all night and hold you tight
I'm not the man, I'm not your man
I'm not the man
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4. |
Los Angeles
03:46
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5. |
Caroline Greene
03:30
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6. |
Mail-Order Magazine
04:04
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7. |
You Got Me Thinking
04:14
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