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101 (Live)
02:05
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I was still young and life had just begun
But it couldn't all be fun
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Busch Beer (Live)
02:28
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Sippin' on a Busch Beer
Long hair don't care
I'm on the road to hell
And there's only one way to get there
I've been drinkin' 10 to 9
And I can hardly stand
But I still might stagger the line
Pretty mama if you take my hand
'Cause baby ain't no way
We're gettin' out of this world alive
And it might be my last day
So I'm livin' for the night
She said "I think you're wrong"
I said "you're probably right"
But I've got a lot of hell to raise
Before I run out of time
Carolina full moon
Smoke-filled barroom
Drop a quarter or two
And I got my whole world swayin' to Hank tunes
Said it makes her way too sad
She said it kills the vibe
I could give a fuck about your vibe
When I'm so lonesome I could cry
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I got a girl from Tennessee
She doesn't want or need anything from me
But we know how the story goes
We fall apart at 2am
A real work of art, the shape I'm in
But when I wake up
That's when I make up
Things to say
I got a girl from Delaware
Sometimes I just wish that Joe Biden would fuck back off back up there
But we know how the story goes
We stumble out and into a bar
Bright lights and gun rights out by the car
Give me one last try
I swear this time
I'll make things right
Come morning light
I got a girl from Connecticut
The night collapsed but it was lit
Askin bout Xans in the VIP
You know you can't get that shit from me
Bartender give me your cheapest drink
Matter of fact, I'll take three
I'm out of hand so I'll just leave
I might say something I don't mean
Please let me stay
I'm on my way
I've come to say
I might just
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Don't spite the moon
Little darlin'
Night will be here soon
I'm from old South Carolina
Between the coast and the swamp
Let me die in my footsteps please Lord
While I ramble and romp
Not sure what could go wrong
Nothin to lose but a song
We ain't got a whole lot of money
But we sure eat good
Butterbeans and cornbread honey
Stove full of wood
Ain't got nothin' to lose
Except maybe my banjo and the blues
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Breakup Song (Live)
02:55
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It was a stroke of fucking genius
Letting you go
Nights I'd call home all alone
Letting you walk away
Every single day seemed the same
Letting your storm off
You blamed the alcohol but it was my fault
Loading up my truck
You wished my ass good luck but I gave no
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There is a house out in nowhere I'd like to see
But only if you'll come with me
There are no signs on the trees near where it is
But it's the kind of place that you can't miss, unless you want to
The sky is blue, the trees are green, out in the yard
When we make it life won't be so hard
We'll wash our hands down by the river before we get there
We'll do away with all our cares
There is no writing on the walls, besides what's in our hearts
When we get there we can make a new start
'Cause it's so deep in the woods, we'll hear no automobiles
And we'll have nothing that they can steal (they can't take love)
And it might take some time to find, but it'll be worth it
And we will want to, but we can't quit
When we make it, the reward will out weigh the pain
And we'll have shelter from the rain
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Who Are You? (Live)
03:45
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I barely know you
I should have told you
But for all we’ve been through
I just can’t be honest
You were a lover
Like none other
But undercover
You were fairly obvious
That last long weekend
You went off the deep end
And I wanted to sleep in
And look at where it got us
It turned for the worst when
You said I deserved it
All structures were burning
And that’s just being modest
And everything that I did say was met with
Criticizing all of the friends I kept with
And you were far from amused
She interrupted my breakfast
With the scientific method
She took my beer and kept it
That was ill-advised
She crashed through the household
Explaining a mouthful
Her intentions were doubtful
At least at the time
She said to confess it
Before she had me arrested
“Think of the impression!"
Take your own advice
She said that she loved me
And held it above me
Guessed it was for nothing
Quite the sacrifice
And everything that I did say was met with
Emphasizing all the mistakes I slept with
And you were far from amused
Looking back now I can see it
But can hardly believe it
It was quite the achievement
Staging such a scene
Past the doorframe I swore off
By the alley I forgot
In the streets I hear gunshots
But don’t know what they mean
These days I see beauty
Passing around and through me
The visions are soothing
Careless and obscene
There’s a piece of my past there
And it's back down those sad stairs
But there’s no going back there
At least not for me
And everything that I now say is met with
Uninviting silence and sweet kind deaf ears
And you, you're still far from amused
I barely know you
And I should have told you
But for all we've been through
I just can't be honest
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A white nationalist, a conservative, and an evangelist walk into a bar
And they find themselves passing 'round an old guitar
They sing songs about cutting taxes
And how protecting the border don't make you fascist
That white nationalist, that conservative, and that evangelist are going far
(To the right, to the right)
That white nationalist, that conservative, and that evangelist became the best of friends
They might've ostensibly disagreed on means, but they all liked the ends
They always had each others' backs
'Cause at least Russians and rapists aren't Democrats
That white nationalist, that conservative, and that evangelist are gonna take America back
To Jim Crow
To the Gilded Age
To the Great Depression
To fucking black-and-white TV
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