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Intro (Live)
00:56
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You get a gun, then I'll get a gun
Welcome to America, bitches
You can't outrun the gun, so maybe try to hide
'Cause no amount of blood can kill the happiness inside when
You get a gun, and I get a gun
Columbus knew that America was a land of impossible riches
That's why he got guns, then we got guns
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Columbia Girl (Live)
03:06
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I met a girl
She said she’d always love me
Until I mess up
I’ll do it eventually
I met her dad
He said he’ll probably kill me
When I mess up
He'll do it eventually
I met her mom
She’s a little crazy
Said the sky was green
We argued about it on facebook
I met her... brother...?
...
There's not too much to say about him
I met her uncle
He said he was my uncle from another cousin(?)
And it makes him my step-uncle(?)
I met her... cousin...?
…
There’s not too much to say about him either
I met her other cousin
He said if you can’t hack it
You should get a jacket
I said I’m wearing pants
I met her brother
He was even crazier than her dad
Told me how many guns he had
Said the Parkland kids couldn't take 'em
I met her great-grandfather
He said, “you better take care of my daughter”
I said, “sir I’m with your great-granddaughter”
He said, "I know take care of her grandmother"
I met her daughter
I said “where’d you come from?”
She said “the sky above”
Descended like a dove
I met her biographer
I said, “what’s my chapter about?”
He said he left that chapter out
At my girl’s request
I met her lover
He asked me why I loved her
I said, “let me ask you the same thing”
And we’re both still thinking
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Southern Cities (Live)
02:56
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When the ecstasy wore off she no longer cared for me
The cocaine on the counter, I should’ve let it be
But I am not the kind of man to turn down something free
Still the cocaine on the counter, I should’ve let it be
Well my head it spun and rung and I was wide awake
Although it was early, some might call it late
Now it won’t be the last night I see the break of day
Still the cocaine on the counter might should’ve been put away
Now I was telling lies, told her I was trying to be
Some kind of rap producer but that is not quite me
Now I was trying to play my hand at being young and wild and free
Still the cocaine on the counter never really felt like me
In the coming days we’ll see if what we had was real
I can hold out all my hope, but it’ll probably be revealed
That the only love affair that night that could last and ever will
Was between that cocaine on the counter and a sweet little ecstasy pill
Damn, yee-haw
When the good lord does come I hope he will see
The man that I became that night has not always been me
And if he asks I’ll gladly say and mean it too probably
That cocaine on the counter, I should have let it be
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I’ve been a dirty varmint and a no-good low-down man
I’ve been a wild varmint and a no-good low-down man
I said if anyone can help me then I bet that Jesus can
Jesus came to save me with his Bible and his gun in hand
Jesus came to save me, Constitution and gun in hand
But the Sheriff shot him, afraid of an armed black man
Down by the courthouse the Sheriff said he feared for his life
Down at the courthouse the Sheriff said he feared for his life
Grand jury can’t indict him 'cause the Sheriff doesn’t lie
Alright
Well I sure miss Jesus, his gun and his Bible too
I said I sure miss Jesus, six-shooter and Bible too
Well if Jesus came to save you, what else could you do?
Not sure
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I love liquor, but liquor don’t love me
They say that if you love something then you should set it free
So I must say goodbye to my friends Jack and old Jim Beam
'Cause I love liquor, but liquor don’t love me
I’ve done fought half my friends and I've been arrested twice
I’ve woke up to swollen hands, busted knees and a few black eyes
It’s about time I take my sweet dad’s old advice
“Son us Cappses can’t drink liquor, you’ve got to realize”
'Cause
I have pissed in closets, in dressers, on the floor
I have gotten beaten down and come back for more
I even once stumbled into a brand new four door Ford
I don’t know what had the bigger dent, my pride or the door
I always try to hold it, but I should know my place
It’s a fight I’ve been trying to lose since the tenth grade
When me and Foot and Brody stayed out way too late
Drinking too much moonshine, the earth slapped me in my face
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10 Beers Ago (Live)
03:29
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She used to love me tender
She used to love me slow
She used to love me rich
She used to love me broke
But that’s all in the past now
‘Cause that was 10 beers ago
She used to hold my heart
She used to blow my mind
But she tore my world apart
When I crossed that line
But that’s all in the past now
And that was 10 beers back in time
Nowadays we just can’t see eye to eye
After so many beers have done gone by
I wanna be the man that she holds dear
But a lot has changed after 9 or 10 beers
She used to keep me warm
She used to keep me fed
She used to like that I was born
She didn’t used to want me dead
But that’s all in the past now
And those are 10 beers I regret
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Lifestyles (Live)
03:13
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If I had a four-door Chevy or a six pack of Nattys
Baby then do you think I could?
If I wore Saint Laurent daily would that make for a maybe?
Sounds nice but it never would
Baby it’s a lifestyle
Mama carry me home for good
Baby it’s a lifestyle
Sounds nice but you never would
If I had an office in the city and a 9 to 5 livin'
Baby then do you think I might?
If you could brag to all your friends that my stacks never end
Mama would it keep you warm at night?
I'm talkin' bout a lifestyle
No you never would
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Myrtle Beach Girl (Live)
03:17
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She was working as a stripper
It was alright with me
'Cause on those nights I missed her
I felt no jealousy
Because I knew it was true:
We've all got bills to pay
We've all got deals to make
Between ourselves and ours
I was a bartender
Barely getting by
Trying to be a folk singer
She said take your time
You’ve gotta try, but in the meantime:
I was getting by one day at a time
I was getting by with no end in sight
Barely getting by almost my whole life
Barely getting by but she didn’t seem to mind
But he was working as a lawyer
Handsome, successful too
The last time I saw her
There was nothing I could do
Because I knew it was true:
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My hometown is a place I don’t see much anymore
I guess it probably needs me as much as I need it
In my hometown I kind of feel a little insecure
I say hi to the girl at the store, but I don’t think I know her anymore
‘Cause my hometown exists somewhere between a memory
And the reality of what it’s become
I’m not sure if what I love is what it was
Or what it seems to be in a backroad moonlight memory
My hometown’s a bottle of shine, or homemade wine
Whatever you might find inside your dad’s cooler
Three best friends, a pickup truck; we're nice for what
But with a little luck we’ll make it home tonight
'Cause my hometown’s the kind of place you learn to drink and drive
Watching other guys make mistakes
An old dirt road, or so I’m told, will heal your soul
Or at least help you catch a buzz with the windows down and the radio up
'Cause my hometown’s a smoky bar, beers by the car
Everyone knows who you are when you walk in
Falling down at 4am, then we rise again
Most honest men don’t live this life of sin
'Cause my hometown is a facade: hands high to God
So it’s kind of odd the way we treat each other
My dad says a cat has no eyes past midnight
But what happens in the dark always surely comes out in the light
I make my best songs when it’s raining and I’m home
But I don’t get that chance very often
I just want to write something honest, sincere and pure
But I have trouble with that sometimes
But my hometown’s a backroad night, or morning light
Waking up inside of Bek’s spare bedroom
My mother’s hands, or my daddy’s smile when we talk awhile
And he tells me how wild he was in younger days
It's a long backporch song at the break of dawn
Uncle Tim left the radio on an old country station
It’s “hey man take me to the store, I need 24”
But finding something more along the way
It’s a dream of a friend I haven’t seen again
Since I left back then for Ohio
It’s everyone I don’t see when I’m visiting
It’s all the times I couldn’t stay awhile
It’s everything I’ve ever loved and God above
It’s me scrubbing my dad’s tub when he asks
It’s everything I’ve ever known; it’s my home
It’s everything I’m never getting back
Columbia I love ya, I’m thinking of ya now
It will be night soon, I’m in my bedroom, yeah,
If you’d like, you can stay the night, yeah
Those nights meant everything to me
All we really wanted was to be free
But everything just has to change
This year has knocked me on my back
Til I fall or fail, I’m not looking back
Everything stays the same
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