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It was a straight shot
All it took was luck to not get caught
I laid three dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents
In the back seat her and a friend,
one out the window and the other on the other end
One belt loop away from Sunday night's news

If the part about being who he was didn't help Tom get loose,

I guess I'll never grow a side-burn
It's a shame with all I've got to go between
I hope somebody's cause takes soon
It's getting hard to find a place a root can sink
Mama said a lot of things and be thankful was the one she never minded saying twice
Thanks to her I can think clear enough,
To be thankful that she died before tonight
Saving everybody takes a man on a mission

When I crawled out of bed this morning
I could tell something wasn't right
There were cigarettes in the ashtrays
They weren't your menthol lights
There were beer bottles in the kitchen
And broken glass on the floor
Someone must have slipped me something
Passed out a couple days before

Economics shut the furnace down
Bull Connor hosing children down
George Wallace stared them Yankee's down
In Birmingham

Take a left on the interstate
In the middle of this sultry state
I can't wait to see your face

Which one's the birthday boy?
(She said) I ain't got all night
What'd your momma name you?
You can call me what you like

Every skin is a mystery
Gotta make it hard somehow
Sit your narrow ass down, hotshot

Bob goes to church every Sunday
Every Sunday that the fish ain't bitin'
Bob never have to have dinner with the Preacher
Cos' Bob never bothered gettin' married

He likes to drink a beer or two every now and again
He always had more dogs than he ever had friends

Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders.
She says they're on me when I sleep.
Waiting in the out-house for me.
Underneath the seat.
My great-grandmothers bout ninety-seven
And she is sure when she gets to heaven,
Old St. Peter's gonna throw his arms around her and say
'I've waited so long for us to meet'.

I met your mama when I was sixteen
You couldn't have been anymore than three
She caught me stealing y'all's color TV
She called the cops and they arrested me

She was the wildest thing I'd ever seen
The way she pointed that shotgun at me
The police hauled my ass off to jail

Life ain't nothing but a blending up of all the ups and downs
Dammit Elvis, don't you know
You made your Mama so proud
Before you ever made that record, before there ever was a Sun
Before you ever lost that Cadillac that Carl Perkins won

Mr. Phillips found old Johnny Cash and he was high
High before he ever took those pills and he's still too proud to die

Can my brother sit in?
Can my brother sit in?

Well there's a hole in the band and
As a favor to Cassie
We'll let her brother come and jam.
If he ain't no good,
We'll just leave him right out of the mix.

I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds
Look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes
Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes, it's true
Greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze

It's been a while since I put on a suit of my own clothes
And even longer since I cast my shadow on a church house door
They say every sin is deadly but I believe they may be wrong

Daddy needs a drink to deal with all the beauty;
to deal with all the madness, to keep from blowing up.
Daddy needs a drink to calm down his badness;
to execute his gladness on the fullness of his cup.
Daddy needs a drink to keep the wheels from rubbing;
to compensate for nothing or nothing going on.

Daddy needs a drink, so Mama fix one quick.

Ricky Boy, Ricky Boy, You got somethin' left to deal with
What you gonna do about merchandise?
Ricky Boy, You got the money, you got somethin' left to do
What you gonna do about countin' right?
Your shirts too damned small for your body
You got your freedom out in the open
We got to figure out how to quit all your dancing
And go and check out the swag

The darkest nights we look upon
They smolder on the lawn
What we smite and bathe in light
And where we crawl out from
Draw the blood, accept the stain
Everyone looks upon
Darkened flags on the cusp of dawn

[Chorus]
Demonic Possession
His court's in session
I sign my confession
Demonic Possession

It was raining on the day she told me
Them things that fella sold me

Moon beams we can dream on, at the setting of the sun
And the stars we can wish upon, when the working man is done
Sunsets we could cry over, have our trouble's on the run
But more than these miracles above, good people, we need love

Everybody needs the love, love, love
Everybody needs the love, love, love
Everybody needs the love, love, love

Flowers flying cross the room
Vases smashed against the floor
Said "I'd rather be alone
Take your chocolates and go home"

Be my valentine
Be my valentine
Be my valentine

First air of autumn up your nose
popcorn, heavy hairspray, nylon pantyhose
please stand and bow your heads and pray you don’t get old

The nurture and the admonition of your kind
the rules of only strong survive
Cross shaped swimming pools,
down in the blood and lifted up

You were talkin' on that cell phone, driving your Mercedes way too fast
All of the sudden there was this dial tone, you hit the pylons on the overpass
And your whole life passed before you, from the old days and the honky-tonks
To that last shot of vodka, and all them miles in between.

George Jones, better leave that cell phone alone
Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home
If you don't change your ways my friend

Kim said, "Jimmy, you better get yourself
Op off of that raggedy couch
I'm too pretty to work and I'm tired
Of you uglying up my house"

Jimmy said, "Baby, the guys at the top
Are doing bad as the guys on the street"
Kim said, "The guys at the top ain't about

I got green and I got blues
And everyday there's a little less difference between the two.
So I belly-up and disappear.
Well I ain't really drowning 'cause I see the beach from here.

I could take a Greyhound home but when I got there it'd be gone
Along with everything a home is made up of.
So I'll take two of what you're having and I'll take all of what you got

Something about the wrinkle in your forehead tells me there's a fit about to get thrown
If we get the van out of the ditch before morning ain't nobody got to know what I done
And I never hear a single word you say when you tell me not to have my fun
It's the same old shit that I ain't gonna take off anyone.
And I don't need to be forgiven by them people in the neighborhood
When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye
And said Paw, we just ain't no good.

There's a lot of bad wood underneath the veneer
She's an overnight sensation after twenty five years
Sharp fast curves, power steering
Unroll that twenty, buy me some beer
Ain't too bad, too bad at all, pick up the phone if I ever call
Hell no, I ain't happy.

There's a pretty little girl outside the van window

You ain't much of a player and you ain't playin' for free.
You just know all the chatter and you've been chattin' at me.
Now you're takin' me down with a home field advantage.
And you're callin' me out with a home field advantage.

You may have thrown me a curve-ball.
Yeah, you threw a doozie at me.
You ain't too fast cause you're so tall.

I do believe I do believe
I do believe I saw you standing there
Sunlight in your hair
Reflecting in your eyes
I was only five years old
Riding in your top-down Mustang
Taking me out to the beach
Your eyes matched the skies

Let me tell ya'll a story
So far fetched it must be true
Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida and a boy who was man enough for two.
Practiced twelve hours a day in the Hell House
In the swamps out side of town.
100 degrees without no open windows
Heat radiating off the tin.

It's always Lisa's birthday when I get that call
She's got no money for a cab she's way to drunk to walk
Lisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songs
About trying to love two women and only taking one girl home

It's a good thing that her dancing shoes don't run on gasoline
She could dry up Texas in one night the way she feels that beat
If I don't find them under the bed we make love on,

If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain
No more for my soul to keep
I wonder who will drive my car
I wonder if my Mom will weep

If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain
No more pain my soul to bare
No more worries about paying taxes

Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the seal.
This Friday evening traffic's about enough to break a man's will.
And I can't wait to see you and see how your week has gone,
And tear into Old No.7 and make love till dawn.

But your Mama she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door.
And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for.

I don't want to go to dinner with Margo and Harold.
I don't like the way he looks at you, and the way she looks at me,
Way they look at each other, like we're just part of some private joke.
I don't want to go dinner with Margo and Harold,

No matter how good the food.
I don't want to make small talk, innuendo,
Or go for a ride in Harold's Corvette.

I'm a sinister elf,
With a sinister plan,
Santa's little helper,
With too much time on my hands,
He's got a fine lookin' wife,
For such an old man,
I can see her lookin' at me,
When there is no one else around.

Here I am again perfect timing,
The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming
I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning
Now I tolerate him all day long

Out on the highway, I hear the moaning
That low and lonesome whisper,
You only know from longing,

He was ready for the big trip, he was moving to the city; he had packed his prize possessions and gave away the rest. He was almost doing ninety, the sky was blue, sun was shining. All the shit, he left behind for the big world waiting there. He was almost out of Leighton, when that phone truck didn't see him. Hit the brake and slided sideways, he never had a chance.

Plastic flowers on the highway. Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away.
Had to pass it on my way to where I'z going. For the next few minutes, I drove a little slower.

Them, M.A.D.D. mothers couldn't help him. He was sober, it was Sunday. He was full of good home cooking when he crashed the savior's door.

Plastic flowers on the highway. A greasy spot on the asphalt for a while.

It all started with the border
And that's still where it is today
Someone killed Ramon Casiano
And the killer got away

Down by the Sister Cities river
Two boys with way more pride than sense
One would fall and one would prosper

Church blew up in Birmingham
Four little black girls killed for no goddamn good reason
All this hate and violence can't come to no good end
A stain on the good name.
A whole lot of good people dragged threw the blood and glass
Blood stains on their good names and all of us take the blame

Meanwhile in North Alabama, Wilson Pickett comes to town

All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road
Lay them out across the dash in the August sun
And if they turn green don't be afraid
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself

I been given to visions from time to time (Mighty fields of vision)
And the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes

It was 1990 give or take I don't remember
When the news of revolution hit the air
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters
When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough
It ought to have a proper home
Dead fat or rich nobody's left to bitch
About the goings' on in self destructive zones

I've always been a religious man, I've always been a religious man
But I met the banker and it felt like sin, he turned my bailout down
The Banker Man, he let into me, let into me, let into me
The Banker Man, he let into me and spread my name around
He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense cause I talk slow and my money's spent
Now, I ain't the type to hold it against, but he better stay off my farm
Cause it was my Daddy's and his Daddy's before
And his Daddy's before and his Daddy's before

When I saw her standing there, with her bright eyes and shining hair
She was looking back at me
Some are meant to sing, some are meant to talk and some aren't meant to say a thing
But when she opened up her mouth and that sweet voice came out
I lost track of my own name

[ Chorus ]
Now she's found herself, and I lost mine

By the time you were born there were four other siblings
With your Mama awaiting your daddy in jail
Your oldest brother was away at a home
And You didn't meet him til you were nineteen years old

Old enough to know better, old enough to know better
But you took to his jaw line and long sandy hair
How he made you feel like none of the others

The hours creep across the face
As she paces across the floor
She can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war
She feels bitch-slapped and abandoned
By a world she thought she knew
Cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two

Now they're saying on the flat screen

It's all about where you put the horizon
Said the Great John Ford to the young man rising
You got to frame it just right and have some luck of course
And it helps to have a tall man sitting on the horse
Tell them just enough to still leave them some mystery
A grasp of the ironic nature of history
A man turns his back on the comforts of home
The Monument Valley to ride off alone

I got a brand new car that drinks a bunch of gas
I got a house in a neighborhood that's fading fast
I got a dog and a cat that don't fight too much
I got a few hundred channels to keep me in touch
I got a beautiful wife and three tow-headed kids
I got a couple of big secrets I'd kill to keep hid
I don't know God but I fear his wrath
I'm trying to keep focused on the righteous path

George A. was at the movies in December '41
They announced it in the lobby what had just gone on
He drove up from Birmingham back to the family's farm
Thought he'd get him a deferment there's was much work to be done
He was a family man, even in those days
But Uncle Sam decided he was needed anyway
In the South Pacific over half a world away
He believed in God and Country, things was just that way

"She's a beaute, yes sir she is" said EZ DAN, fifty five, a bad age,
Smelling of Brute from Fabrege' and sweat
EZ DAN don't bathe a lot these days (and why the hell should he anyway?)
"She's got a few miles on her, but then again, who don't?"
He said with a slight chuckle, the recent Binaca Blast still lingering on his breath,
"and besides, them's highway miles"

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other

It was a straight shot
All it took was luck to not get caught
I laid three dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents
In the back seat her and a friend,
One out the window and the other on the other end
One belt loop away from Sunday night's news

If the part about being who he was didn't help Tom get loose,

When he raised the gates of Heaven,
He didn't understand.
And near the friends were coming over.
Was it all a dream?
Was it all a crazy dream?

Saw them playing there before him,
What were they doin' there?

You met him at the dance hall
You only saw his charms
You said he really swept you off your feet
Then one night he's drinking
And jealousy enraged
He knocked out two of your front teeth

So you came over to hide out at my place

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You've become such a mess
You and your crystal meth

You lost your family - wrecked your truck.
I used to love you - now you suck