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JEWEL lyrics - Pieces Of You

Daddy

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My bones are tired, Daddy I don't get enough sleep I don't eat as good as I could, Daddy What's that say about me Sometimes I sleep past noon, Daddy Drink lots of black coffee and I smoke like a chimney. Yes, I left the refrigerator door half open, Daddy. What's that say about me Sometimes I want to rip out your throat, Daddy For all those things you said that were mean. Gonna make you just as vulnerable as I was, Daddy What's that say about me Sometimes I want to bash in your teeth, Daddy. Gonna use your tongue as a stamp Gonna rip your heart out the way you did mine, Daddy Go ahead and psycho-analyze that. 'Cause I'm your creation, I'm your love, Daddy. Grew up to be and do all those sick things you said I'd do Well last night I saw you sneak out your window With your white hood, Daddy What's' that say about you I'm sloppy, what's that say about you I'm messy, what's that say about you My bones are tired, Daddy

I Can Sleep When I'm Dead

John Wiggins "The Dream"
(Leslie Winn Satcher/Max T Barnes) Well it's 9pm, four hours of overtime I'm not working my way up the corporate ladder Just a hard hat on the line, I'm just a hard hat on the line Well I'm dog tired and draggin But I'm gettin my second wind These boots were made for dancin And kickin back with friends Loadin dock, punch the clock Crank the truck, kickin dust Gonna paint th whole town red I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead Time's way too short They ain't makin anymore I'm havin fun My workin day is done I ought to put these tired bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I know a place that's open all night They got a sawdust floor and flashing neon light They got a flashing neon light they got a flashing neon light They know me cause I'm sure there alot And nobody takes my favorite parking spot Loadin dock, punch the clock Crank the the truck, kickin dust Gonna paint the whole town red I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead Time's way too short They ain't makin anymore I'm havin fun My working day is done Time's way too short They ain't makin anymore I'm havin fun My workin day is done I ought to put these tired bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I;m livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead Livin it up Livin it up Livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead

I Can Sleep When I'm Dead

John Audrey Wiggins "The Dream"
(Leslie Winn Satcher/Max T Barnes) Well it's 9pm, four hours of overtime I'm not working my way up the corporate ladder Just a hard hat on the line, I'm just a hard hat on the line Well I'm dog tired and draggin But I'm gettin my second wind These boots were made for dancin And kickin back with friends Loadin dock, punch the clock Crank the truck, kickin dust Gonna paint th whole town red I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead Time's way too short They ain't makin anymore I'm havin fun My workin day is done I ought to put these tired bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I know a place that's open all night They got a sawdust floor and flashing neon light They got a flashing neon light they got a flashing neon light They know me cause I'm sure there alot And nobody takes my favorite parking spot Loadin dock, punch the clock Crank the the truck, kickin dust Gonna paint the whole town red I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead Time's way too short They ain't makin anymore I'm havin fun My working day is done Time's way too short They ain't makin anymore I'm havin fun My workin day is done I ought to put these tired bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I;m livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead Livin it up Livin it up Livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead

Cleaning This Gun (Come On In Boy)

RODNEY ATKINS "If You're Going Through Hell"
The declaration of independence Think I can tell you that first sentence But then I'm lost I can't begin to count the theories I had pounded in my head that I forgot I don't remember all that spanish Or the gettysburg address But there is one speech from high school I'll never forgot [Chorus:] Come on in boy, sit on down And tell me 'bout yourself So you like my daughter, do you now Yeah we think she's something else She's her daddy's girl and her mama's world She deserves respect, that's what she'll get, ain't it son Now y'all run along and have some fun I'll see you when you get back Bet I'll be up all night Still cleaning this gun Well now that I'm a father I'm scared to death one day my daughter's gonna find That teenage boy I used to be Who seems to have just one thing on his mind She's growing up so fast it won't be long 'fore I'll have to put the fear of god Into some kid at the door [repeat chorus] It's all for show, ain't nobody gonna get hurt It's just a daddy thing, hey believe me man, it works [repeat chorus]

Oh Daddy

Adrian Belew "Mr. Music Head"
Oh daddy, when you gonna write that big hit? Oh daddy, when you gonna hit it real big, real big? Well, now that's a tall request for such a small little girl but I'll try, try till I get it just right 'cause I'm gonna make it, maybe even twice Oh daddy, when you gonna make it to the big time gig? Oh daddy, when you gonna blow off the lid? Well, it's like a backstage pass into paradise there's a long lonely waiting list but I'm gonna give it everything I've got to give Oh daddy, when you gonna be a big star? I got the suit and a pink guitar Oh daddy, when you gonna break it wide open I don't know but I still keep hopin' Oh daddy, are you gonna make a million bucks? All it takes it a whole lotta luck Oh daddy, when you gonna have that fat Cadillac like you always said? Oh daddy, when you gonna put on some stretch pants, yeah? Well, don't hold your breath 'cause it'll make you blue but the whole opera's not over yet and I aim to make the fat lady sweat Oh daddy, how you gonna make it to the top? All I know is I'm not gonna stop Oh daddy, what are ya' gonna buy your little girl? Hey, I'm gonna getcha DisneyWorld Oh daddy, you could hit the jackpot yet Like I told now don't hold your breath Oh daddy daddy, Oh daddy daddy I'm gonna buy you DisneyWorld!

Migration

JIMMY BUFFETT "A1A"
Lookin back at my background tryin' to figure out how I ever got here. Some things are stil a mystery to me While others are much to clear. I'm just livin' in the sunshine, Stay contented most of the time. Yeah, listenin to Murphy, Walker and Willis, Sing me their Texas rhymes. Now most of the people who retire in Florida are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch. And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys; Well I hate those bastards so much. I wish a summer squall would blow them all the way up to fantasy land. They're ugly and square, they don't belong here. They look a lot better as beer cans. [Chorus:] Yeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me, Why some people live like they do. So many nice things happening out there, Never even seen the clues. Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme. I know we've been doing our part. Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control and some Texas hidden here in my heart. Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine, If I hadn't learned how to sing. And on top of that I got married too early, And it cost me much more than a ring. But those crazy days are over, You've just got to learn from the wrong things you've done. I came off the rebound, started looking around, Figured out it's time to have a little fun. [Chorus] Well now, if I ever live to be an old man, I'm gonna sail down to Martinique. I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suit and an African parakeet. And then I'll sit him on my shoulder and open up my trusty old mind. I'm gonna teach him how to fuss, Teach him how to cuss, And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine. [Chorus] Yeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely control and some Texas hidden here in my heart.

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