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JOHNNY CASH lyrics - Everybody Loves A Nut

Take Me Home

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Well I've been from Boston to LA seen Boulder Dam and Frisco Bay I seen New York City and Washington Seen Montreal and Saskatchewan and Rhode Island And I've worked in three all night service stations and I drove a truck Take me home my heart is heavy and my feet are sore Take me home I don't wanna roam no more Well I slept all night in a water trough Had the flu and the croup and the whoopin' cough Had the mumps and the measles and the seven years itch And I can't count the times that I've had a cold and a sore throat Not to mention all the times that I cut my fingers on a sardine can Take me home my heart is heavy... Well I can just see 'em all now just a gatherin' round Mama's supper table when the sun goes down And my good old pappy when the blessing is said Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas and all that stuff and side meat And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's hot buttered cornbread Take me home my heart is heavy... Take me home my heart is heavy...

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RUSH "Chronicles"
There's a snake coming out of the darkness Parade from paradise End the need for eden Chase the dreams of merchandise There is tic and toc in atomic Leaders make a deal The cosmic is largely comic A con they couldn't conceal There is no safe seat at the feast Take your best stab at the beast The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Raise the art to resistance Danger dare to be grand Pride reduced to humble pie Diamonds down to sand Take heart from earth and weather The brightness of new birth Take heart from the harvest Shave the harvest from the earth Reasoning is partly insane Image just an eyeless game The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin Miracles will have their claimers More will bow to Rome He and she are in the house But there's only me at home Rose is a rose of splendor Posed to respond in the end Lonely things like nights, I find, end finer with a friend I hear in the rate of her heart A tear in the heat of the art The night turns thin The saint turns to sin ¡¡

Wishing Well

THE AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT "The Airborne Toxic Event"
Standing on a bus stop Feeling your head pop Out in the night In the kind of night Where you want to be out On the street, on the street Crawling up the walls Like a cat in heat And the air is thin And it blows through your skin And you feel like something Is about to begin But you don't know what And you don't know when So you tear at your hair And you scratch at your skin You wanna run away, run away Just get on the fucking train and leave today And it doesn't matter where you spend the night You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight Or caught in your room in a concrete shell Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed In a wishing well, a wishing well A wishing well, a wishing well Well you're tossed in the air And you fell and you fell Through the dark blue waters Where you cast your spell Like you were just a wish that could turn out well So you stand on the corner Where the angels sit And you think to yourself, "This is it, this is it This is all that I have All I can stand Is this air in my lungs And this coin in my hand That you tossed in the air And I fell, and I fell All the way to the bottom Of the well, of the well." Like those soft little secrets That you tell, that you tell To yourself when you think No one's listening too well And the walls spin And you're paper-thin From the haze of the smoke And the mescaline The sweat of your brow Under unmade sheets In your ear with the noise From the darkened streets Where you ran far and wide You screamed, you cried You thought suicide was an alibi But you were always a mess You were always aloof Yeah, it's awful, I guess But it's the awful truth It was true from the first To the last words that she read And she emerged from the dark Like a ghost in my head She said, "I haven't forgot Any words that you said I just stare at the clocks And I cry in my sleep And I tear up your letters And I burn them in heaps And I gather the ashes In that hole in the ground Where we fell"

Brothers Under The Bridges

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "18 Tracks"
Every spring when the weather gets warm They come pourin' into town straight off of them farms Driving 455s running hard and strong They'd scratch built in them tool sheds all winter long 'Neath the trestless drinkin' the beer and the wine Now some came on run, some just to pass the time With the brothers under the bridges Me and Tommy we was just fourteen, didn't have our licenses yet Our walls were covered with pictures of cars we'd get We'd listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake As they drove in through town when the weekend'd break Bringin' girls with that distant look in their eyes Now together 'neath the trestless they'd be laughing in the night With the brothers under the bridges Well me and my brother'd hitched a ride in Joey's pickup to the edge of town And we watched from the tall grass as the challenges were made and the duels went down We'd hitchhike back home, sneak in, get in bed before our mom'd come And we'd lay there in the night talkin' about how we might someday be one Yeah someday run with the brothers under the bridges Well now I hear a cry in the distance and the sound of marching feet come and gone Well I'm stittin' down here by this highway figuring, figuring just where I belong Tonight up on Signal Hill I watch a young man in a red shirt walking through a night so still Put his jacket 'round his girl as the autumn wind send a chill Through the brothers under the bridges

Cry Awhile

BOB DYLAN "Love And Theft"
Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith Nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't want to have to deal with But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile I don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the pan All right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man I'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keepin' a low profile Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Feel like a fightin' rooster, feel better than I ever felt But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is a-goin' to melt I went to the Church house, everyday I go an extra mile Well, I cry for you, now your turn, you can cry awhile Last night, 'cross the alley, there was a poundin' on the wall It must have been Don Pasquale makin' a 2 a.m. booty call To break a trusted heart like mine was just your style Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile I'm on the fringes of the night fightin' back tears that I can't control Some people they ain't human, they ain't got no heart or soul But I'm a-cryin' to the Lord, tryin' to be meek and mild Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Well the preacher's in the pulpit and the babiis in their cribs I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs I'm goin' t' buy me a barrel of whisky, I'll die before I turn senile Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile Well, you bet on the horses, they ran the wrong way I always said you'd be sorry and today could be the day I might need a good lawyer, could be a funeral mad trial Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile

Part Man Part Monkey

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Tracks"
They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States for teachin' that man descended from the apes They coulda settles that case without a fuss or fight If they'd seen me chasin' you sugar Thru the jungle last night They'd a called in that jury and a one two three said 'Part man part monkey, definitely' Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple Man in a monkey suit swears he'll do no evil Offers his lover's prayer but his soul lies Dark and driftin and unsatisfied Well hey bartender tell me what'd ya see Part man part monkey looks like to me Well the night is dark the moon is full The flowers of romance exert their pull We talk a while my fingers slip I'm hard and cracking like a whip Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire Well the man on the street Believes what the bible tells him so But you can ask me mister because I know Tell them soul-suckin' preachers to come on down and see Part man part monkey, baby that's me

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