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Barbara Mandrell lyrics - Greatest Hits

Fast Lanes And Country Roads

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theres a eight line highway out in L.A. headed nowhere every day is a rat race their fightin' for first place it's like a nightmare it's a life of mass confusion its a heavy load I'm ready to trade the fast lane for a country road theres a new york skyline but theres no sunshine down on broadway watching the stocks rise keeps them paralized up on parkplace its a 5th avanue elusioin diggin' for the gold I'm ready to trade the fast lane for a country road I'm gonna take a turn for the better it's been a long hard ride this can't go on forever I need a sunday driveeeeeeeee....... Let me get behind the wheel before I lose control and trade this fast lane for a country road theres a desert sunset I haven't seen yet just out of tuscon down in hotsprings arkansa you can get an overhaul I sure could use one I'm gonna ride the bus to madness then I'll be layin low I'm ready to trade the fast lane for a country road I'm gonna take a turn for the better it's been a long hard ride this can't go on forever I need a sunday driveeeeeeeee....... Let me get behind the wheel before I lose control and trade this fast lane for a country road come on get out of the fast lane get on a country road no more fast lanes get me a country road (background singers start at the) ( same time as lead sings line above) no more fast lanes get on a country road (fade out) get out of the fast lane get on a country road get out of the fast lane

Livin' It Up

Fred Durst
Livin' in the fast lane This is dedicated to you Ben Stiller You are my favorite mutherfucker I told you, didn't I? Drama makes the world go around Does anybody got a problem with that? My business is my business Who's guilty? Can I get a witness? First things first The Chocolate Starfish is my man Fred Durst Access Hollywood lisence to kill A redneck fucker from Jacksonville Bangin' on the dumpster funk My microphone machete's in the back of my trunk Rocker's who's steady with the He says, she says And don't forget about the starfish navigation system Don't hate me I'm just an alien With thirty seven tons of new millenium Dum diddie dum Where's it coming from? Mrs Aguilera, come and get some Oh know, which way to go To the dance floor It's on my stereo Pay me no mind I seen The Fight Club About twenty eight times And I'm 'a keep my pants saggy Keep a skateboard A spray can, for the taggin' And I'm 'a keep a lot of girls in my beer wagon Cause I don't give a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane I'm just a crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane Another crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck In the fast lane Take two Hoo haa! Now who's the star sucker? I'm the Starfish You silly mutherfucker Puff puff Give the marujuana cig Oops I don't even smoke But I love the way it smells Here's a toast to the females Sippin' lung champagne from a seashell I think I gotta feel And pop his ass like a zit With the starfish navigation system I'm no cheap thrills baby Fill the briefcase with three dollar bills I'm just an ordinary run of the mill fella Spittin' out hella mic skillz And I'm 'a keep my pants saggy Keep a skateboard A spray can, for the taggin' And I'm 'a keep a lot of girls in my beer wagon Cause I don't give a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane I'm just a crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane Another crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck In the fast lane Cause it's so easy To tell a lie And it's so easy to run and hide But it's not easy to be alive So don't be wasting None on my time This world is like a cage And I don't think it's fair And I don't even think That anybody cares It'll leave a hole down the side of me And it'll leave a scar Can anybody see? That we gotta get it out We gotta get it out And I'm 'a get it out With the mutherfucken microphone Plugging in my soul I'm a renegade riot getting out of control I'm 'a keep it alive And continue to be Flying like an eagle To my destiny So can you feel me? (Hell yeah) Can you feel me? (Hell yeah) If you feel mutherfucker then you'll say (Hell yeah) Hell yeah, I'm livin' life in the fast lane Cause it's so easy To tell a lie And it's so easy to run and hide But it's not easy to be alive So don't be wasting None on my time I'm just a crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane Another crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck In the fast lane

Road Ladies

FRANK ZAPPA "Chunga's Revenge"
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian Underwood (rhythm guitar) Jeff Simmons (bass, vocals) George Duke (organ) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) The Phlorescent Leech and Eddie (vocals) Don't it ever get lonesome? yeah! sure gets lonesome Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road? oh, there was one time in Minneapolis.. when I thought I had the clap for sure Don't it ever get lonesome? whoa-ho! lonesome ain't the word Don't it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour? You got nothing but groupies and promotors to love you and a pile of laundry by the hotel door. Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever give a young man the blues? Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever make a young man wanna go back home? When the P.A. system eats it, And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you've ever known. Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma too? Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma too? Don't you better get a shot from the doctor for what the Road Ladies do to you. I know someday I will never, I'll never go out on the road again. I know someday I will never, I ain't gonna roam the country side. No more. I'm gonna hang up them ol' holiday inns and heal my knees up, from when I was doin' it on the floor See me doing it! See me doing on the floor Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma too? Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma too? Don't you better get a shot from the doctor for what the Road Ladies do to you.

Take Me Home Country Road

ISRAEL KAMAKAWIWO'OLE "Facing Future"
Almost Heaven, West Makaha, high-ridge mountain, crystal-clear blue water. All my friends there hanging on da beach, young and old among them, feel the ocean breeze. Country road, take me home, to the place I belong, West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala. Oh, take me home, oh, country road. I heard a voice, in the morning calm, she calls me, as though to remind me of my Home far away. Driving down the road, I feel the Spirit coming to me, from yesterday, yesterday. All my memories hold Heaven on high, brown-skinned woman, clear blue island sky. Daytime sunshine, oo-ooh so bright, midnight moon a-glowing, stars up in the sky. Country road, take me home, to the place I belong, West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala. Take me home, take me home, country road. I hear a voice, in the morning calm, she's calling, as though to remind me of my Home far away. We driving down the road, I feel the Spirits coming to me, of yesterday, yesterday. Almost Heaven, West Makaha, high ridge mountain, crystal clear blue waters. All my friends there sitting on the beach, young and old among them, eating fish straight from the sea. Country road, take me home, to the place I belong, West Makaha, oh, Mount Ka'ala. Take me home, oh country road. Country road, take me home, oh to the place I belong. West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala, take me home, oh country road. Country road, oh take me home, yes to the place, to the place, I belong, West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala, take me home country road. Country road, take me home, to the place I was born, West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala. Take me home, country road....... Huuhuu. Huuu-tah. Good fo' be back. White san', clean watah. Hô boy, the mountain...feel the makani... whew, what a place.

Dust Down A Country Road

JOHN HIATT "Walk On"
Could not get to sleep It was on my wedding night I was tangled in the sheets And I was dreaming of a light Pouring from her window Coming up through the floor Lifting up the darkness Crashing through my kitchen door Down to that old oak table I went to take a look And my whole life flashed before me Just like a story book She used to make me breakfast Or sit around and talk Have another cup of coffee Or maybe take a little walk CHORUS: Dust down a country road Blowing int he wind Behind an old truck load Up before the rooster crowed There's an old dog staring At the dust down a country road And that truck is going somewhere I just can't be sure When tomorrow's just the day After all that's gone before And I always thought of leaving I never could stay too long Now her memory's catching up And our sweet dreams are all gone CHORUS If I had a bullet I'd put it in this gun And I'd catch that old dog napping And I'd shoot him before he runs Cause he ain't much good for nothin' Except staring at the dust Lord I wonder what he's looking at Sneaking up on us CHORUS

Down This Road

ALABAMA "When It All Goes South"
Down this road there's an old brick house My mama cried the day that I moved out And my first summer job was pumpin' gas and fixin' flats But at Henry Walker's Texaco Down this road, down this road Down this road there's a maple tree In a cotton field where Jenny first kissed me And I can still remember the night she said good-bye I stood there like a fool and watched her go Down this road, down this road And it goes on forever And it goes by too fast It'll take you anywhere you want to go And every memory will bring you back Down this road there's a small white church Daddy lived his life by the preacher's word He raised me right, I could always feel his love Even when the angels called him home Down this road And it goes on forever And it goes by too fast It'll take you anywhere you want to go And every memory will bring you back Down this road Down this road Down this road

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