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Two Daughters And A Beautiful Wife
| When he reached the gates of heaven
He didn't understand
He knew that folks were coming over
Or was it all a dream?
Was it all a crazy dream? He saw them playing there before him
What were they doing there?
It felt like home, It must be alright
Or is it just a dream?
Is it just a crazy dream? Memories replay before him
All the tiny moments of his life
Laying round in bed on a Saturday morning
Two daughters and a wife
Two daughters and a beautiful wife Meanwhile on Earth his friends came over
Shocked and horrified
Dolls and flowers at the storefront
Everybody cried
Everybody cried and cried Is there vengeance up in heaven?
Are those things left behind?
Maybe everyday is Saturday morning
Two daughters and a wife
Two daughters and a beautiful wife
Twodaughters and a beautiful wife Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Patterson Hood Two Daughters and a Beautiful Wife lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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The Righteous Path
| I got a brand new car that drinks a bunch of gas
Got a house in a neighborhood that's fading fast
Got a dog and a cat that don't fight too much
Got a few hundred channels to keep me in touch
Got a beautiful wife and three tow-headed kids
A couple of big secrets I'd kill to keep hid
I don't know God but I fear his wrath
I'm trying to stay focused on the righteous path
I got a couple of opinions that I hold dear
Got a whole lot of debt and a whole lot of fear
Got an itch that needs scratching but it feels alright
Got the need to blow it out on a Saturday night
Got a grill in the backyard and a case of beers
Got a boat that ain't seen the water in years
More bills than money, I can do the math
I'm trying to keep focused on the righteous path
I'm trying to keep focused as I drive down the road
On the ditches and the curves and the heavy load
Ain't bitchin' 'bout things that aren't in my grasp
Just trying to hold steady on the righteous path
There's this friend of mine I've known all my life
Who can't get it right no matter how hard he tries
Got kids he don't see and several ex-wives
And a list of bad decisions 'bout eight miles wide
Trouble with the law and the IRS
And where he'll get the money's anybody's guess
He's a long way off but if you was to ask
He'd say "I'm trying to stay on the righteous path"
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I'm Sorry Huston
| I just met Huston,
He was lookin' for your door.
He said he'd like to buy a horse.
I saw he had a map of the county in his hand.
He had your house circled red.
Cherokee is too damn far to come back by and ol' Huston needs a ride. You just missed Huston,
He was lookin' so confused.
I guess he really needed you.
He was old and tired and lookin' for the truth.
I guess ol' Huston's got the blues.
Cherokee is too damn far to go back dry,
I promise Huston I'll try. You ain't givin' up on lookin' for your thing,
Even if you probably should.
I'm sorry Huston.
I ain't got what you need
But I promise you I'd help you if I could. Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Brad Morgan / John Cooley / John Neff / Patterson Hood / Shonna Tucker I'm Sorry Huston lyrics © Razor And Tie Music Pub Obo Something Heavy Publishing |
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Perfect Timing
| Here I am again perfect timing,
The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming
I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning
Now I tolerate him all day long Out on the highway, I hear the moaning
That low and lonesome whisper,
You only know from longing,
Through those naked trees at the windows glowing orange,
Taking over that cold shoulder racing by I might have known before
If I'd got this old before I thought I got too cool to give a damn
That who you see in dreams at night seem to spend their afterlives
Trying hard to live the last one down Here I am again perfect timing,
The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming
I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning,
Now I tolerate him all day long Source: LyricFind Songwriters: John Michael Cooley Perfect Timing lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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Daddy Needs A Drink
| Daddy needs a drink
To deal with all the beauty
To deal with all the madness
To keep from blowing up
Daddy needs a drink
To calm down his badness
To execute his gladness
On the fullness of his cup
Daddy needs a drink
To keep the wheels from rubbing
To compensate for nothing
Or nothing going on
[Chorus]
Daddy needs a drink
So Mama, fix one quick
Pour it nice and strong
With your cleaning outfit on
Daddy needs a drink
So Mama, fix one quick
Pour it nice and strong
With your cleaning outfit on
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Daddy needs a drink
To hem in all his demons
To hear through baby screaming
Or the TV set turned on
Ain't nothing on the radio
Like the wave my transmitter's on
Put that drinking jacket on
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Self Destructive Zones
| It was 1990 give or take I don't remember
When the news of revolution hit the air
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters
When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough
It ought to have a proper home
Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch
About the goings' on in self destructive zones The night the practice room caught fire
There were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals
"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"
And it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough
To make you think it's coming true,
It's easier to let it all die a fairy tale,
Than admit that something bigger is passing through The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces,
That the devil wouldn't even put a shoe
Caught between a generation dying from its habits,
And another thinking rock and roll was new
Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,
Hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
And the young'uns all turned to karaoke,
Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars My Grandaddys shotgun is locked in a closet
And it never shot a thing that could have lived
An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison
Till you're nearly old enough to vote for him
They turned what was into something so disgusting
Even wild dogs would disregard the bones
Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch
About the goings on in self destructive zones Source: LyricFind Songwriters: John Michael Cooley Self Destructive Zones lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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Bob
| Bob goes to church every Sunday
Every Sunday that the fish ain't bitin'
Bob never have to have dinner with the Preacher
Cos' Bob never bothered gettin' married He likes to drink a beer or two every now and again
He always had more dogs than he ever had friends Bob ain't light in the loafers
He might kneel but he never bends over Bob takes care of his Momma
She's the only one he lets call him Robert
She don't drive anymore so he takes her to the store
And keeps her yard lookin' just like she wants it Every week at the beauty shop Bob's Momma hears
That another woman's paid 'nother man disappears Robert ain't exactly scared o' women
He's just got his own way o' livin' Bob's still gotta antenna on a pole
2 channels come in 2 more comin' through
He used to watch the news but he don't anymore Ain't none of it new it's the same as before
He figures all any of it's any good for's
Keepin' everybody bored till there ain't nobody
Like Bob anymore Bob takes care of his Momma
She's a mess but he feels like he oughtta
A big a mess today as bob will say
"she's a big un and she's gonna be a lotta" He likes to drink a beer or two every now and again
He always had more dogs than he ever had friends Bob ain't light in the loafers
He might kneel but he never bends over Source: LyricFind Songwriters: John Michael Cooley Bob lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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Home Field Advantage
| You ain't much of a player
And you ain't playing for free
You just know all the chatter
And you've been chatting to me But now you're taking me down
With a home-field advantage
Now you're calling me out
With a home-field advantage You may thrown me a curve ball
You threw a doozie at me
You ain't too fast 'cause you're so tall
You threw a doozie at me But now you're taking me down
With a home-field advantage
Then you calling me out
With a home-field advantage You don't know what to do
Yeah, you're looking 'round
Nobody's at home
And you know the count
Well, you break and run
Just to tie it up Well, you're taking me down
With a home-field advantage
Then you're calling me out
With a home-field advantage Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Shonna Tucker Home Field Advantage lyrics © Wayward Johnson's Music |
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The Opening Act
| There's a big fat man on a mechanical bull in slow motion like Debra Winger
And he gets knocked off and I think he's hurt,
It's a bitch facing facts and figures
There's a band on stage that used to be huge
They sound on but no one's listening
They're told to turn down and they politely oblige
Ain't no such thing as a free ride It ain't my problem and it ain't my show and I ain't being condescending
It's just the opening slot and I hit my mark and split as the crowd is thinning The man's on the guest list so I guess it will be alright... So the paramedics arrive and they haul off that Urban Bovine Knievel
I see my friend and give him all my money and tell myself it's a necessary evil
And it's all such a fleeting thing so I'd best try and enjoy it
So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it I'm just the opening act And it ain't my crowd and it ain't my night but I'd be lying if I said I can't relate
I'm just the opening act and the van is packed and I'm hauling ass to another state And I'm driving north as the sun was rising over a Technicolor horizon
I reached out to touch you but you're not there, a thousand miles away from here
I turned up the radio, heard some preacher talking salvation
My tank is half full and I reached over and changed the station I'm just the opening act Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Patterson Hood The Opening Act lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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Lisa's Birthday
| It's always Lisa's birthday when I get that call
She's got no money for a cab she's way to drunk to walk
Lisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songs
About trying to love two women and only taking one girl home It's a good thing that her dancing shoes don't run on gasoline
She could dry up Texas in one night the way she feels that beat
If I don't find them under the bed we make love on,
She's lighting Lisa's candles and they'll be burning all night long So happy birthday Lisa Good evening Jim Beam
Goodnight all you socialites don't wait up for me
I'll be out way past the time the scenes' no sight to see
Ya'll don't live with Lisa
And she don't stay with me It's always Lisa's birthday when I get that call
Her car's not where she parked it it's with her wallet and her phone
Lisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songs
About trying to love two women and only taking one girl home I get older and Lisa keeps on turning twenty-one Source: LyricFind Songwriters: John Michael Cooley Lisa's Birthday lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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That Man I Shot
| That man I shot,
He was trying to kill me
He was trying to kill me
He was trying to kill me
That man I shot I didn't know him
I was just doing my job, maybe so was he That man I shot, I was in his homeland
I was there to help him but he didn't want me there
I did not hate him, I still don't hate him
He was trying to kill me and I had to take him down That man I shot, I still can see him
When I should be sleeping, tossing and turning
He's looking at me, eyes looking through me
Break out in cold sweats when I see him standing there That man I shot, shot not in anger
There's no denying it was in self-defense
But when I close my eyes, I still can see him
I feel his last breath in the calm dead of night That man I shot,
He was trying to kill me
He was trying to kill me,
He was trying to kill me
Sometimes I wonder if I should be there?
I hold my little ones until he disappears I hold my little ones until he disappears
I hold my little ones until we disappear
And I'm not crazy or at least I never was
But there?s this big thing that can't get rid of That man I shot did he have little ones
That he was so proud of that he won't see grow up?
Was walking down his street, maybe I was in his yard
Was trying to do good I just don't understand Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Patterson Hood That Man I Shot lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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The Purgatory Line
| This ain't exactly hell.
It sure as hell ain't heaven.
I love you like the dickens and I miss you like the Devil.
I guess I'll do my time waitin' in this purgatory line.
Angels here are wearin' fancy new perfume,
And all the bread's unleavened.
Well I guess it'll have to do till I find you.
I don't know what I'm doin' here or why
I'm waitin' in this purgatory line. I ain't exactly up.
I ain't gone too far down.
I'm lookin' for some answers and there ain't no one around.
I guess I'll lose my mind waitin' in this purgatory line.
If Jesus walked on water then where'd he get them shoes?
It just keeps gettin' harder to lose these walkin' blues.
I want you to come and take me home for a while.
Save me from this purgatory line. Sometimes I can laugh.
Other times I cry.
It ain't exactly funny.
My feet are both on fire.
I guess they'll just burn for a while waitin' in this purgatory line.
Lovin' you is so easy, but waitin' here just ain't.
I know I can be patient, but please don't hesitate to cross my mind.
That's all I've got for a while.
Waitin' in this purgatory line. Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Brad Morgan / John Cooley / John Neff / Patterson Hood / Shonna Tucker The Purgatory Line lyrics © Razor And Tie Music Pub Obo Something Heavy Publishing
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The Home Front
| The hours creep across the face
As she paces across the floor
She can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war
She feels bitch-slapped and abandoned
By a world she thought she knew
Cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two Now they're saying on the flat screen
They ain't found a reason yet
We're all bogged down in a quagmire
And there ain't no end to it
No Nine Eleven or Uranium to pin the bullshit on
She's left standing on the home front
The two of them alone Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Patterson Hood The Home Front lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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Checkout Time In Vegas
| Bloody nose, empty pockets
A rented car with trunk full of guns
It ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas
I've seen it once She might have been somebody's mama
He might have been somebody's son
But if the sun went down on them that night in Vegas
Their luck was good as gone They'll be after me by the time the buffet closes
Making sure Sin City still shines brighter than creation's dark
If all you need is a badge to take what's left from those who lost it
A badge ain't no more real than bullets are A bloody nose, empty pockets
A rented car with trunk full of guns
Checkout time is sundown in Las Vegas
But it only rises once Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: John Cooley Checkout Time in Vegas lyrics © Razor And Tie Music Publishing, Wayward Johnson S Music, Wayward Johnson's Music, Wayward Johnson Music |
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You And Your Crystal Meth
| You've become such a mess.
You and your crystal meth You lost your family and wrecked your truck, I used to love you but now you suck
We were friends, among the best
You and your crystal meth I ain't exactly a no-drug guy,
Don't dig the way that you get high
Hope your kids don't see you throwing up,
Hope they ain't there if the house blows up
Hope you ain't murdered in your sleep,
Up all night with that cranked out creep
You ain't eaten and you ain't slept,
You and your crystal meth Indiana and Alabama, Oklahoma and Arizona.
Texas, Florida, Ohio, Small town America, right next door
Blood soaked your pillow red, You and your crystal meth Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Patterson Hood You and Your Crystal Meth lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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Goode's Field Road
| Honey, take care of the children
Make them do as they're told
I got a meeting in the morning
Down at the end of the Goode's Field Road Nothing much for a man in my position
A man like me won't last too long in prison
And all them friends down at Police Department
Will act like they never had anything to do with me I started out down at the junk yard
Taking orders from a moron
And a man my size don't like taking orders
From anyone
Then I bought myself an old beat-up wrecker
And built an empire with my labor, brains, and sweat
But it's hard to make an honest living
And a man takes any help he gets Nothing much for a man in my position
A second mortgage and three college kids' tuition
And all them friends that I helped along the way
Will act like they never had anything to do with me
Will act like they never had anything to do with me But you and me, we had us some good times
And I've always been a family man deep down
Ain't much a believer for hired work from "out of state"
But they'll be asking questions when I'm found
They'll be asking questions when I'm found Honey, take care of the children
Pay the house off when the salvage yard gets sold
And you don't know nothing when the insurance man asks questions
'Bout what went down at the Goode's Field Road
'Bout what went down
'Bout what went down
'Bout what went down at the Goode's Field Road Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Patterson Hood Goode's Field Road lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group |
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A Ghost To Most
| I guess I'll never grow a sideburn
It's a shame with all I've got to go between
I hope somebody's cause takes soon
It's getting hard to find a place a root can sink
Mama said a lot of things
And "Be thankful" was the one she never minded saying twice
Thanks to her I can think clear enough
To be thankful that she died before tonight Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping
Like they're gonna come through my skin
If they could get along without the rest of me
It wouldn't matter if they did
But skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money
Nobody makes britches that size
And besides, you're a ghost to most
Before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide Saving everybody takes a man on a mission
With a swagger that can set the world at ease
Some believe it's God's own hand on the trigger
And the other dumping water in the streets
Talking tough's easy when it's other people's evil
And you're judging what they do and don't believe
It seems to me you'd have to have a hole in your own
To point a finger at somebody else's sheet Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping
Like they're gonna come through my skin
If they could get along without the rest of me
It wouldn't matter if they did
Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money
Nobody makes britches that size
And besides, you're a ghost to most
Before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide I don't know how much good it does a man
To keep on telling him how good it is he's free
Free to wash his ghost down the drain
And free for them to tell him there's no such a thing Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping
Like they're gonna come through my skin
If they could get along without the rest of me
It wouldn't matter if they did
Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money
Nobody makes britches that size
And besides you're a ghost to most
Before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: John Cooley A Ghost to Most lyrics © Razor And Tie Music Publishing, Wayward Johnson S Music, Wayward Johnson's Music, Wayward Johnson Music |
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The Monument Valley
| It's all about where you put the horizon
Said the Great John Ford to the young man rising
You got to frame it just right and have some luck of course
And it helps to have a tall man sitting on the horse
Tell them just enough to still leave them some mystery
A grasp of the ironic nature of history
A man turns his back on the comforts of home
The Monument Valley to ride off alone
And when the dust all settles and the story is told
History is made by the side of the road
By the men and women that can persevere
And rage through the storm, no matter how severe
And whether it's a horse or a car or a train
There's gonna be some fine times and there's gonna be some pain
In the end it's a silhouette framed by the sun
And just The Monument Valley when the evening comes
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
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