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The Hard Way
03:37
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Bangin' my head up against the wall ever since I was a kid
Could have took their advice for an easier life, but I guess I never did
Fightin' off rednecks, getting handcuffed and hauled away
Now I'm rottin' in hell in a county jail with nothing to say
And I did it the hard way
I did it the hard way
I did it the hard way yeah
I did it the hard way, now
Blew my money as fast as I made it never saved a dime
We're all marks for banks and credit cards when we're 25
Ten years later, well the IRS came knockin' on my door
They said son, you better pay us 500Gs before we ask for more
And I did it the hard way
I did it the hard way
I did it the hard way yeah
I did it the hard way, now
In my broke down palace
With a heart as big as Dallas
Well young, dumb and risky
With a liver full of whiskey
Lookin' back on them days
Being stuck in a cage
Well I did it, I did it the hard way
I did it the hard way
I did it the hard way
Tore up, drivin' a 454 and feelin' sky high
Until Johnny Law read me my rights for a DWI
Mandatory 30 days man in a little country jail
Now I'm waitin' on cash from some biker crank just to pay my bail
And I did it the hard way
I did it the hard way
I did it the hard way yeah
I did it the hard way, now
Well, luck of the Irish or divine fate either way I survived
Now I'm kneelin' on my knees at the foot of my bed and I'm grateful I'm alive
But the shitty committee's still raising Cain in the back of my head
Lord give me the sense not to jump the fence and wind up dead
And I did it the hard way
I did it the hard way yeah
(I did it the hard way)
(I did it the hard way)
(Well I did it the hard way yeah)
(Uh huh)
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Night Brain
03:24
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I've been waitin' on my night brain just to stop these crazy thoughts
But they just keep poppin' up in my head
It seems like every time I try to shut my eyes and go to sleep
Well, my night brain tortures me in my bed
Starin' at the clock, going tick-tock and it won't stop (no)
Starin' at the clock, going tick-tock and it won't stop (mm-mm)
I finally give up and I get up and I walk around the house
I'm exhausted and I can't even sleep
I see it's 4AM, I know I gotta get up by six
These crazy thoughts about them makin' me weep
Starin' at the clock going tick-tock and it won't stop
Starin' at the clock going tick-tock and it won't stop
Well, every night when I lay down and try to close my eyes
That's when my night brain's wakin' up to trouble me
It tells me I'm about to lose my money, lose my job, and lose my honey
I know that it's never gonna be
Starin' at the clock going tick-tock and it won't stop
Starin' at the clock going tick-tock and it won't stop
I've been losin' sleep a week and man, I'm about run down
I'm having crazy thoughts and drivin' me insane
I'd take some straight up scary nightmares just to get me some sleep
Cause they ain't shit compared to this night brain
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That was then, this is now
Ain’t no consolation prize for you anyhow
30 years punch in the clock
For a big steak dinner
And a fake gold watch
Yes, we’re living in trouble times
Like a lone wolf workin' stiff living by your wits
You put your dreams up on the shelf
Well you’re brotherhood's gone it’s every man for himself
Yea, the payoff is a rip off
And the buyout well it’s a sell out
And the cold call is the last call
'Cause there’s nothing left to lose
Talkin' company man blues
Well, you can’t shop at the mom and pop
'Cause they all went down when the corporation came to town
For what you’re given, the cost of livin’
At the pumps and the store, but you still need more
Yea, the payoff is a rip off
And the buyout well it’s a sell out
And the cold call is the last call
'Cause there’s nothing left to lose
Talkin' company man blues
It used to take one, to know one
But we all got eaten up by the big one
Ya scream and shout, ya tough it out
But they’re raising up the ladder brother you don’t even matter
Well, the payoff is a rip off
And the buyout well it’s a sell out
And the cold call is the last call
Because the pride comes right before the fall
There’s no communion in the union
Lots of splurgers on the mergers
Well, now the white collar, is just the blue collar
Singing the same blues as the field holler
And there’s a big tax on the tiny shack
With no expansion on the mansion
It’s just a tricky joke on the workin’ folk
'Cause they got nothing left to lose
Talkin' company man blues
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4. |
Baby's Long Gone
03:16
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Cajun girl from Beaumont town
Cooked the Étouffée drink the whiskey down
She loved to dance to Ms. Barbara Lynn
Kept a pistol in her purse had a 100 dollar grin
Well I married her on the courthouse stand
No wedding ring just a cigar band
She's gone, gone, gone
Yeah, Jesus called her home
Baby's long gone
Fishin' on the bayou bank
Makin' love on the ground by the wine we drank
Well I caught her steppin' out a couple of times
Ain't no saint myself and I know that rhymes
And she's gone, gone, gone
Yeah, Jesus called her home
Baby's long gone (come on)
One day we just drove to Florida
Pulled over by the law on the I-10 corridor
Cop said darlin' you're a long way from home
With your broke headlight and your shiny chrome
Well them guitar pickers can't bail you out
For $1,000 you can go on about your business
She left me with a beautiful boy
Apple of my eye and my pride and joy
And she's gone, gone, gone
Cajun girl from Beaumont town
Cooked the Étouffée drink the whiskey down
And she's gone, gone, gone
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5. |
Navasota
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6. |
Ballad of Boyd Elder
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7. |
Angel In My Pocket
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8. |
Huntsville Prison Rodeo
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9. |
Esther Pearl
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10. |
God Ain't Makin' No More of It
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Jesse Dayton Beaumont, Texas
Equally steeped in Texas/Louisiana blues, old-school country and punk-rock, East Texas native Jesse Dayton is the music world’s best-kept secret, hiding in plain sight as a guitarist for Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Ryan Bingham and L.A. punk pioneers X, as well as touring with Social Distortion, the Supersuckers and John Doe. ... more
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