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SHOOTER JENNINGS lyrics - The Wolf

Walk Of Life

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Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story Hand me down mu walkin' shoes Here come Johnny with the power and the glory Backbeat the talkin' blues He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah the boy can play Decidation devotion Turning all the night time into the day And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in the trouble and the strife You do the walk, you do the walk of life

Southwest Song

INSANE CLOWN POSSE "The Ringmaster"
Good people sometimes think bad things Good people dream bad things, don't you Good people even do bad things Once in a while, we do Factory smoke and choke in pain Cuz Del Ray funk is in my brain So I break the law but I'm not to blame You only know my place, you don't know my name Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal And I steal a car and I grip the wheel And I park the car then I steal it again Cuz I really don't know what's happening I wait for night to fall then I walk outside And then I run back in cuz I don't wanna die You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain And I pray to God to help me justify Look over me cuz my brain is fried And I don't have a name, I don't have a home I just lay alone on my bed of stone You see, death awaits me on my narrow path And when I stop to think I can only laugh Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long To see everybody singing that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake But I really don't care cuz it's all too late You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath As I crawl along I can feel the death Everywhere I go I bring with me pride And then I pay the carny and I take a ride But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death So I try it again with what pride is left If we have to go then you can take me fast You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast And when the joker's card is missing from your deck Then you know the road has finally caught my neck Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends He's always hanging round waitin for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy I feel him in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the afternoon And then I see the strain as I walk along I notice everybody singing that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song What does seem bad to you? I'm angry... What does seem bad to you? I'm angry... Everybody singing that southwest song If my time has come, then I'm ready to go Shoot me in the face with your forty-four And when I'm falling down to my soury death I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha) Lose some, win some, that's how it goes I've been down and out, I took many blows And there ain't nothing here I ain't seen before I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down You wanna start a family and ya own a home I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone You see the forks up, I see the forks down But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around Cuz my brain is gone and it's on it's way I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!! And I could be right and I could be wrong And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long But it does not matter what set you on Tonight everybody sings that southwest song (6x) Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song What seems bad to you? Is hitting other kids?

Golden Age Of Radio

JOSH RITTER "Golden Age Of Radio"
Picture they took of you in your cowboy hat Makes you look like you are one of the boys Out on a Saturday night Meanwhile on the outside of the dance hall I'm a joke that you'd probably enjoy On the outside of Memphis all the buildings look big And the white picket fences all dare to charge around the lawn And hold their heads up high When my headlights find them out They'll be the first to put their hands in the air With my radio on All singing a country song Soft and low So, living on the edge of the city limit line This is where the boundary finally ends And I swear that we're the last living souls In a populated ghost town All the billboards are our best friends Oh, which way did our last chance go and can we Get out if we go right now? 'Cause it seems that with the malls And the mega-church stadiums We would get out if we knew just how With the radio on All singing a country song Soft and low Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline On the Grand Ole Opry Show Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off On by the reverend who shouts to the converted Have mercy on this boy He did it all by the book But still kind of has his doubts Yeah you look pretty good in that jonquil dress But your smile is a wooden nickel's pride And I know that it ain't worth much It feels good to touch And I think that I could dance if I tried With your radio on All singing a country song Soft and low Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline On the Grand Ole Opry Show

Southwest Song

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Southwest Song Good people sometimes think bad things. Good people dream bad things, don't you? Good people even do bad things, once in a while, we do... Factory smoke and choke in pain 'Cause Del Ray funk is in my brain So I break the law, but I'm not to blame You only know my place, you don't know my name Well, I grip the fence and I bend the steal And I steal a car and I grip the wheel And I park the car and I steal it again Cuz I really don't know what's happening I wait for night to fall, then I walk outside And then I run back in cuz I don't wanna die You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain And I pray to God to help me justify Look over me cuz my brain is fried And I don't have a name, I don't have a home I just lay alone on my bed of stone You see, Death awaits me on my narrow path And when I stop to think, I can only laugh Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long To see everybody singing that Southwest Song Wooooooo...Oh! We-oh... Everybody singing that southwest song(x2) Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake But I really don't care cuz it's all too late You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath As I crawl along, I can feel the death Everywhere I go, I bring with me pride And then I pay the carny and I take a ride But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death So I try it again with what pride is left If we have to go, then you can take me fast See, I started under and I'm sinking fast So when the joker's card is missing from your deck Then you know the rope has finally caught my neck Hey yo, don't look now, but there he go again It's me and the Grim Reaper, best of friends He's always hanging 'round, waitin' for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy I feel I'm in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the afternoon And then I see the strain as I walk along I notice everybody singing that Southwest Song Wooooooo...Oh! We-oh... Everybody singing that southwest song(x2) What does seem bad to you? I'm angry... I'm angry(x2) Everybody singing that southwest song! If my time has come, then I'm ready to go Shoot me in the face with your forty-fo' And when I'm falling down to my sorry death I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha) Lose some, win some, that's how it goes I've been down and out, I took many blows And there's nothing here I ain't seen before I'm just a jugglin' juggla jugglin' more You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down You wanna start a family and ya own a home I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone You see the forks is up, see the forks is down But I'm a wicked clown So don't fuck around Cuz my brain is gone and it's on it's way I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!! Well I could be right and I could be wrong And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long But it does not matter what set you on Tonight everybody sings that Southwest Song Wooooooo...Oh! We-oh... Everybody singing that southwest song(x6) What does seem bad to you? Is it hitting other kids?

It's A Big Old Goofy World

JOHN PRINE "The Missing Years"
Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse Some day you'll own a home That's as big as a house I know a fella He eats like a horse Knocks his old balls Round the old golf course You oughta see his wife She's a cute little dish She smokes like a chimney And drinks like a fish There's a big old goofy man Dancing with a big old goofy girl Ooh baby It's a big old goofy world Now Elvis had a woman With a head like a rock I wished I had a woman That made my knees knock She'd sing like an angel And eat like a bird And if I wrote a song She'd know ever single word Kiss a little baby Give the world a smile If you take an inch Give 'em back a mile Cause if you lie like a rug And you don't give a damn You're never gonna be As happy as a clam So I'm sitting in a hotel Trying to write a song My head is just as empty As the day is long Why it's clear as a bell I should have gone to school I'd be wise as an owl Stead of stubborn as a mule.

Strange Song

Kevin Ayers "Collection"
Well, I met a traveller Never did learn his name; His eyes were bright coloured. But not both the same. He shook my hand warmly I could tell he was strong And he answered my questions By singing this song One find it, two lose it Same everywhere; One make it, two take it Mostly don't care. Well, it rained all that night And in the morning, rain still And I saw the traveller At the top of the hill He was laughing at the thunder And banging a gong And, at the top of his voice He shouted his song. One find it, etc. When the storm had died down He came to my door And he looked really happy As he dripped on the floor He said, Please excuse me But I won't stay long; Just give me what you don't want And then I'll move on, singing One find it, etc. Said he had to keep going But he didn't say where When I offered him money He refused with a glare. Then he roared out with laughter As ht picked up his gong And he left without looking back Singing his song: One find it, etc. (repeat)

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