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SHOOTER JENNINGS lyrics - Electric Rodeo

Little White Lines

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I got a problem seems I could use your advice Of all the things I need the most and went and got myself a brand new vice The first time that I did it I did it till the mornin' sun came And now those little white lines, little white lines gonna sizzle up my brain I woke up this mornin' didn't recognize my own face I was lookin' thin and pale, boys, with little lines all over the place Sometimes I wake up with my woman sometimes another man's girl And all those little white lines, little white lines gonna set fire to my whole world [Chorus] Little white lines on the highway Ill pick you up if you're goin' my way and you wanna roll All those little white lines pullin' me down the highway Its a dusty, bumpy road if you're goin my way Got myself in a little mess got busted down around Abilene I was goin' way to fast boys feelin' lonesome, on'ry and mean That judge said: Shave your face boy I'm kickin' you down the line Now those little white lines, little white lines got me doin 20 years of hard time Oh no! Take me back to the way it was now boy! [Shooter talks] [Chorus] Little white lines on the highway Ill pick you up if you're goin' my way and you wanna roll All those little white lines pullin' me down the highway Its a dusty, bumpy road if you're goin my way Yes Sir Oh yes Sir Yes Sir No I haven't been drinking tonight Oh my wife's license I think I left them in my other pants These pills are for my back... I have a bad back. You want me to what? I ain't getting out of this car You want me to take what? What if I refuse Ah Man you want me to shave my what? Oh Hell not this again Hey man these cuffs are a little too tight. BUSTED AGAIN?

Casting Lines

JACK'S MANNEQUIN "People And Things"
You learn to run, you learn to race through life, this unforgiving pace These lines we're tracing to the truth And stepping over endless cracks, I navigate these crooked paths But all my roads lead back to you And who are we to argue fate and who is time to make us wait I'm standing here with nothing left to prove And we're still coming home, a thread through the unknown Yea, all the lines we cast into forever Got tangled like some wreckage in the road A road we walked alone but all the time that's passed held us together And all the lines we cast will bring us home It's a long way but I'm coming home All the time I kept the score I never grasped what love was for You, you always gave me what I need To know what's true and still ask why To break the bonds and raise the sky You tear the soil from the sea But who am I to argue fate And who are you to walk away I'm standing here with nothing left to prove And we're still coming home, A thread through the unknown All the lines we cast into forever Got tangled like some wreckage in the road A road we walked alone But all the time that's passed held us together And all the lines we cast will bring us home It's a long way but I'm coming home to you Who are we to argue fate and who am I to think this way I'm standing here with nothing left to lose And we're still coming home, A thread through the unknown Yea, all the lines we cast into forever Will come back when the weather hits the road A road we walked alone, But all the time that's passed held us together And all the lines we cast will bring us home It's a long way but I'm coming home You learn to run, you learn to race through life, this unforgiving pace These lines we're tracing to the truth

Choctaw Bingo

JAMES MCMURTRY "Saint Mary Of The Woods"
Strap them kids in, give 'em a little bit of vodka In a cherry coke, we're goin' to Oklahoma To the family reunion for the first time in years It's up at uncle Slaton's 'cause he's getting' on in years. No longer travels but he's still pretty spry Not much on talk and he's too mean to die And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and from west Arkansas It'll be one big old party like you've never saw. Uncle Slaton's got his texan pride Back in the thickets with his asian bride He's got an airstream trailer and a Holstein cow Still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how. Plays that Chocktaw bingo every Friday night You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala Caught a great big old bluecat on a driftin' jugline. Sells his hardwood timber to the chippin' mill Cooks that crystal meth because his shine don't sell He cooks that crystal meth because his shine don't sell You know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell. My cousin Roscoe, Slaton's oldest boy From his second marriage up in Illinois He's raised in East St Louis by his mamma's people Where they do things different thought he'd come on down. He's goin' to Dallas Texas in a semi truck Caught from that big Mcdonalds, you know that one thats built up on that Big old bridge across the Will Rogers turnpike Took the big cabin exit stopped and bought a carton of cigarets. At that indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings In the Cherokee nation hit Muskogee late that night Somebody ran the stoplight at the Shawnee bypass Roscoe tried to miss him but he didn't quite. Bob and Mae come up from some little town Way down by Lake Texoma where he coaches football They were two A champions now for for two years running But he says they won't be this year, no they wont be this year. And he stopped off in Tushka at the pop knife and gun place Bought a SKs rifle and a couple full cases of that Steel core ammo with the berdan primers From some east bloc nation that no longer needs 'em. And a desert eagle thats one great big old pistol I mean fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews And some surplus tracers for that old BAR Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're gonna have us a time We're gonna have us a time. Ruth-Anne and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs That's one hell-raisin' town way down in south eastern Kansas Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store That's got Rolling Stones lips up there in bright pink neon And they're right downtown where everyone can see 'em And they burn all night, you know they burn all night You know they burn all night. Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me Man, I don't care I want to get between 'em With a great big ol' hard on like a old bois d'arc fence post You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some sister twisters 'Til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time. Uncle Slaton's got his texan pride Back in the thickets with his asian bride He's got a corner pasture and an acre lots He sells them owner financed strictly to them. It's got no kind of credit 'cause he knows they're slackers And they'll miss that payment and he takes it back Plays that Choctaw bingo every Friday night He drinks his Johnny Walker at that club 69 We're gonna strap those kids in give em a lil bit of Benadryl And a cherry coke we're goin' to Oklahoma, we're gonna have us a time We're gonna have us a time.

One Of Those Boys

LAUREN ALAINA "Wildflower"
I gotta little picture painted in my mind Of that special, not so perfect guy My heart wants me to find He ain't too pretty, he ain't to sweet A little rough around the edges Cute and country just like me [Chorus:] One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin' Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin; Swears a John Deere revvin' up Is music instead of noise Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin' Riverside saturday night and Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys He ain't gotta have money or a brand new truck But he better shake my daddy's hand When he comes to pick me up Gotta be a little reckless, a whole lotta fun And he's gotta know my midnight curfew Don't mean 12:01 [Chorus:] One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin' Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin; Swears a john deere revvin' up Is music instead of noise Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin' Riverside saturday night and Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys One of those cornfed, bonfires Goin' down a hill in a tractor tire Cow tippin', rope swingin' Backwoods, front porch swingin' boys Yeah One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin' Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin' Swears a John Deere revvin' up Is music instead of noise Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin' Riverside saturday night and Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys Yeah

Nowhere Fast

JOSH TURNER "Everything Is Fine"
I used to think that I was living big Bet my money on almost anything Time and time, I got caught struggling Oh, I had plans, I had dreams And I had an open bar policy Spending time tryin' to numb the pain Lost my family just to gain a friend Oh, strange faces I didn't need I'm on a highway Ain't going no place Ain't got nowhere to run I think this deal is done Traveling goin' nowhere fast My folks used to tell me Turner stop and think Don't waste your whole life Doing selfish things Hurting your loved ones Just to get yourself a stir There comes a time when You gotta let it be I thank the Lord He had his hands on me Not really thinking I had sunken deep I looked all around And I was standing all alone I had dug my myself a hole I'm on a highway Ain't going no place Ain't got nowhere to run I think this deal is done Traveling goin' nowhere fast And I looked around And I was standing all alone I had dug my myself a hole I'm on a highway Ain't going no place Ain't got nowhere to run I think this deal is done Traveling goin' nowhere fast I'm on a highway A lonesome byway You know, I don't know where to start With changes on my heart Traveling goin' nowhere fast Traveling goin' nowhere fast Traveling goin' nowhere fast

Skidding Out Of Control

BADLY DRAWN BOY
Now you and me, we're skidding out of control It's like I don't wanna believe this time we might be losing our souls We've got to slam on our coaster brakes And pick our brains from the road It's time the heat killed the cold Now you've got me feeling rough When I just wanna be smooth You can get back up to heaven, but I've got nothing to prove You've gotta just keep this tyre and this groove And you me, we're skidding out of control It's like I don't wanna believe this time we might be losing our souls We've got to slam on our coaster brakes And pick our brains from the road It's time the heat killed the cold ... Now forget about the troubles, and forget about the cost We're gonna take this ... of wheels and rev it up just one more time Now it's funny to remember how I used to need it all Now I know this power dream machine is never gonna stall This super flying motorcycle's gonna take it straight through the wall And we'll recover it all Yeah you and me, we're skidding out of control It's like I don't wanna believe this time we might be losing our souls We've got to slam on our coaster brakes And pick our brains from the road It's time the heat killed the cold

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