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Intro
00:18
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Daddy Was a Badass
05:03
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Daddy was a badass, oil field white trash, never took nobody’s lip
He was a honky tonk dancer and even beat cancer, 40 years smokin’ just quit
He had Korean pin-up black ink tattooed forearms from the war
He won a purple heart medal, but never heard him peddle, the killin’ he did with the Corps
So they shipped him on home, his mind all blown, and nightmares about his past
Well it’s a dang good thing, Mama met Daddy, cuz Daddy was a badass
He met Mama on the dance floor in deep East Texas, she was the bell of the ball
He had a oil baron’s son givin’ him a run for her hand in marriage to call
So he took the rich kid to the back of the bar, threatened him with his life
Said “hey little girl your date had to leave, now you’re gonna be my wife”
I guess his country charm turned her on cuz 50 years has past
He got the one and only girl, in the whole wide world, cuz Daddy was a badass
Well Daddy made it out of the drillin’ rig patch and gamblin’ paid for his school
The University of Texas sure got reckless, livin’ on 8 ball pool
He had back room all night poker games, a pistol by a rotary phone
He was a hot-tip handicapper on football, never took a student loan
So he passed with honors by sellin’ numbers to everybody in his class
Then he drove back home to ol’ East Texas....well, you know what he was
So they had us kids and he built us a house and he started his company
He made drillin’ bits for the oil rigs and made a truck-load of money
Hired all my uncles and the good ol’ boys from back in his rough neck days
‘Til his shop burned down lost everything he had and they went their separate ways
Well he flew to Vegas, he borrowed 5 grand and he put it on the red and black
He made 200 g’s, he got the business back
Daddy retired, sold the business the kids are grown and gone
He said woman I just can’t sit around here ya know I got to keep bringin’ it on
Climbed on his 1963 Pan Head Harley Davidson
And rode it wide open to the end of the world, off a cliff and into the sun
Well at his funeral, Mama was cryin’ sayin’ “that’s the way he should’ve passed
In a blaze of glory, just done with the world, cuz Daddy was a badass”
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The Way We Are (Intro)
00:38
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The Way We Are
02:57
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We blew our minds out the night before
On Mexican lettuce and cold Lone Star
Now we’re drivin’ to a gig too far
We can’t help the way that we are
Last night we sold out, we had it wired
Tonight we couldn’t get arrested if we set ourselves on fire
Still we’re pickin’ on these guitars
Brother we can’t help the way that we are
Can I sing to you, the truth about the blues
And the heartache that we all go through
It ain’t the ex-wife or the whiskey
Or the life of a gypsy
Just the toll on the souls of me and you
So now we’re up there on the stage
Just pickin’ for the wealthy and the minimum wage
And we’d do it for nothin’ or drinks from the bar
Cuz we can’t help the way that we are
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Well Mama said Jess, you’ve got to get out of bed, son
Drag a comb across your achin’ head
If you come back you better bring us some bread
Now cut and fade to red
I may have to do it (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it, do it, do it, don’t have to like it
Well the boss said son, you’ve got to punch in by nine now
Check everything comin’ down the line
Well if you need a break, you better give us a sign
‘Cause we’re goin’ ‘til the sun don’t shine
I may have to do it (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it son (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it, do it, do it, don’t have to like it
Well Aunt Jemima said to Uncle Sam
We gonna send you off to Afghanistan
Help bring you back on the family plan
And we hope you don’t mind the sand
I may have to do it (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it, do it, do it, don’t have to like it
Well the Doc said Jess, you ‘bout to run out of time, son
Drinkin’ all that Jim Beam and wine
Stop having any fun and you’ll be fine
And we’ll see you in the check out line
I may have to do it (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it son (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it, do it, do it, don’t have to like it
I may have to do it (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it (may have to do it)
But I don’t have to like it (don’t have to like it)
I may have to do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
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I’ve been hurtin’ behind the pine curtain
Tore up in Cherokee County
I’m blowin’ smoke, until I’m ready to choke
I’m shootin’ liquor, I’m feelin’ rowdy
‘Cause she ain’t never comin’ back
The girl’s got Dallas on her mind
In my country shack
I’ll be sippin’ cornshine ‘til I’m blind
I’ll be drinkin’ cornshine
I’ve been hurtin’ behind the pine curtain
Strung out on a binge
We had a baby
And she drove off with my boy, y’all
That’s when I came unhinged
‘Cause she ain’t never comin’ back
The girl’s got Dallas on her mind
In my country shack
I’ll be sippin’ cornshine ‘til I’m blind
I’ll be sippin’ cornshine
Well about the time we hit big D
This jar of liquor starts a workin’ on me
We both wake up in a different place
Man, that’s just the cold hard facts
She ain’t never comin’ back
Well I’ve been hurtin’ behind the pine curtain
People say the boy looks like me
I cranked my hemi
And I drove my Barracuda
Down DFW I-20
Well she ain’t never comin’ back
The girl’s got Dallas on her mind, yeah
In my country shack
I’ll be sippin’ cornshine ‘til I’m blind
I’ll be sippin’ cornshine
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Take Out the Trash
03:23
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Just think of me when you take out the trash honey,
Take out the trash baby, that’s what ya did
Think of me when you take out the trash honey,
Take out the trash baby, that’s what ya did
I get no credit for the tryin’ I did baby,
Tryin’ I did baby, trying I did
I’ve been lookin’ for ya, since I was a kid honey,
Since I’s a kid baby, since I’s a kid
I get no mercy from the devil I serve honey,
Devil I serve baby, devil I serve
I had to push it ‘til I got what I deserve honey,
What I deserve baby, what I deserve
Nobody’s gonna rescue me, that only happens in the movies and magazines
And books about people that I’ve never met
So when you’re out at the garbage can, spare a thought for your long lost ex-old man
Cuz that’s about as close as I’m gonna get
You put a hurtin’ on me and left a mark
Ya left a mark baby, ya left a mark
So I took my bullets and I cried in the dark honey
Cried in the dark baby, cried in the dark
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Charlottesville (Intro)
01:29
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Charlottesville
03:51
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There’s a time for cryin’ and mournin’, talkin’ and scornin’
Son, this ain’t the time
Well my Granddaddy he fought them sons of bitches
Them nazis and them snitches
And talkin’ ain’t what got it done
We better rise up to the power
This ain’t no time for cowards
When the clock strikes the witchin’ hour
This ain’t no time for cowards
Charlottesville, that rally wasn’t you
Just a bunch of damn fools, mad at themselves
Say a prayer for sweet Heather Heyer, she’ll never be forgotten
Don’t let ‘em make you scared
We better rise up to the power
This ain’t no time for cowards
When the clock strikes the witchin’ hour
No, this ain’t no time for cowards
All the lessons like do unto others
And listen to your mother and kindness to strangers
Will our children see past the color of our skin
And all of our sins and all of our wrongs
Yes they are
You better rise up to the power
This ain’t no time for cowards
When the clock strikes the witchin’ hour
Lord, this ain’t no time for cowards
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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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