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Help! In this Junk I'm drowning Drowning How long? Til I sell? My mother So I become Important to you In this junk Drowning How long? Til I sell My mother Must I tolerate your shit Dwell in your shallow pit Now the thought police Are following me Everywhere Eyes are always On your children

Little Man

ALAN JACKSON "High Mileage"
I remember walk'in round the court square sidewalk Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want There's johnson's hardware and morgans jewelry And the ol' Lee king's apothecary They ware the little man The little man I go back now and the stores are all empty Except for an old coke sign from 1950 Boarded up like they never existed Or renovated and called historic districts There goes the little man There goes the little man Chorus: Now the court square's just a set of streets That the people go round but they seldom think Bout the little man that built this town Before the big money shut em down And killed the little man Oh the little man He pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass And one cold rainy night he fixed your flat The new stores came where you do it yourself You buy a lotto ticket and food off the shelf Forget about the little man Forget about that little man He hung on there for a few more years But he couldn't sell slurpees And he wouldn't sell beer Now the bank rents the station To a down the road And sell velvet Elvis and Second-hand clothes There goes little man There goes another little man Now the are lined up in a concrete strip You can buy the world with just one trip And save a penny cause it's jumbo size They don't even realize They'er killin' the little man Oh the little man It wasn't long when I was a child An old black man came with his plow He broke the ground where we grew our garden Back before we'd all forgot about the little man The little man Long live the little man God bless the little man

Collapsible Plans

JASON MRAZ
What if these plans are collapsible Why don't we try to be responsible For the other motherfuckers that were searchin for the end of the rainbow Ask me about the impossible I tell you that everything is applaudable For life is a proscenium stage and we are the stars And the audience that we captivate is already ours And we're more aren't we Yes we're more aren't we all we are So collapse all your plans Like a map in your hands Cause it won't take long to burn the motherfucker down Many disaster unnatural We have the ability it's remarkable To cycle through the seasons adapting to the reason the waters low If we listen to the sign of the times when she calls we'll know That we're more aren't we Yes we're more aren't we all we are So collapse all your plans Like a map in your hands Cause it won't take long to spot the motherfucker down So goodbye to your plans And hello to a land Where it won't take long to burn the motherfucker down Move your feet when you pray child Are you ready to change the way that you've been living your life up til now The danger is more than a rain cloud Will you adhere to the new solution to use less the useless uses of pollution hell yes So collapse all your plans Like a map in your hands Cause it won't be hard to spot the motherfucker down Say goodbye to your plans And hello to a land Where it won't take long to burn the motherfucker down Say goodbye to your family And hello to understanding That it won't take long to burn this mother down So collapse all your plans And relax if you can Cause it won't take long to burn this motherfucker down No it won't take long to burn this mother down No it won't take long to burn this mother down No it won't take long to burn this mother down No it won't take long to burn this mother down Oh to burn her to the ground No it won't take long to burn this mother down No it won't take long to burn this mother down No it won't take long to burn this mother down No it won't take long to burn this mother down No it won't take long to burn this mother down No it won't take long to burn this mother down No it won't take long to burn this mother down It won't take long to burn this mother down

Give Her A Gun

Echobelly "Everybody's Got One"
Let the fear dislocate, Lest we frown upon the female agressor, Makes no sense, goes against the gender, Let her anger curse the years of oppression, Blame the mother, sell the sister, Before she blows you away. Won't someone give her a gun,won't someone, Won't someone give her a gun, won't someone. In a lifetime full of changes, A woman's group is still a second-class convention, Look around who has the power, Am I a big mouth with a fix of paranoia, On your side, on your side, Not here for the ride. Won't someone give her a gun,won't someone, Won't someone give her a gun, won't someone. Oh oh a gun. Half the population, one percent of wealth, Half the population, one percent of wealth, Blame the mother sell the sister, Blame the mother, sell the sister, Oh before I blow you away. Won't someone give her a gun, won't someone, Won't someone give her a gun, won't someone, Won't someone give her a gun, won't someone, Won't someone give her a gun, won't someone.

Are All The Children In

JOHNNY CASH "Hymns By Johnny Cash"
When I'm alone I often think of an old house on the hill Of a big yard hedged in roses where we ran and played at will And when the night time brought us home hushing our merry din Mother would look around and ask are all the children in Well it's been many a year now and the old house on the hill No longer has my mother's care and the yard is still so still But if I listen I can hear it all no matter how long it's been I seem to hear my mother ask are all the children in And I wonder when the curtain falls on that last earthly day When we say goodbye to all of this to our pain and work and play When we step across the river where mother so long has been Will we hear ask her a final time are all the children in (I come)

West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown

JIMMY BUFFETT "Living And Dying In 3/4 Time"
Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit A lady in tie die, a bag by her side Not really lookin' like anything special Saw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride Sat right beside me as the meter hit sixty Explainin' her travels and her family background When she got thru I could not help but thinkin' She's a long way from a West Nashville grand ballroom gown Her father had money and her mother had love Channeled entirely to her dear sister Dove Twenty-two years in societies plan Canceled at the swing of her dear mothers hand Six hours later we hit Cincinnati Yawning she woke and asked where we were When she found out she said 'I must be going' This close to Nashville was too close for her So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars She took it then kissed me and gave me a note She told me just to read it then mail it in Nashville On old loose leaf paper to her mother she wrote She said Momma I'm fine if you happen to wonder I don't have much money but I still get around I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays So fuck all those West Nashville grand ballroom gowns Yea, she's a long way from the West Nashville grand ballroom gowns

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