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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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Jailhouse Religion
03:09
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Here we are now darlin’
Better start prayin’ to your rosary
Broke down in Churchpoint
Bag of medicine on your knee
Waitin’ on Johnny Law
To come down here put the cuffs on you and me
(So I sing)
Jesus gonna wash me in the water
Jesus gonna wash me in the water
Lord if you get me outta this
Well, I promise I’ll live for you
Headin’ to the station
Ridin’ with the man in blue
With a court appointed future
And nothin’ really left to lose
(So I sing)
Jesus gonna wash me in the water
Jesus gonna wash me in the water
Jesus gonna wash me in the water
Waitin’ on the warden
But my confidence ain’t too strong
Parole board don’t like me
Say son, where did you go wrong?
Ain’t no time to get set up
I gotta get myself back home
(So I sing)
Jesus gonna wash me in the water
Jesus gonna wash me in the water
Jesus gonna wash me in the water
Jesus gonna wash me in the water
Jesus gonna wash me in the water (all day long)
Jesus gonna wash me in the water (all day long)
Jesus gonna wash me in the water (all night long)
Jesus gonna wash me in the water (all night long)
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3. |
Changin' My Ways
03:04
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Banged up like a cowboy who’s been out bustin’ broncs
Went to war with the whiskey and a million honky tonks
But no matter how I strayed, she always takes me in
She cleans me up and feeds me and sends me out again
Now the scars and the miles are finally showin’ on my face
Thirty’s in the rearview and fifty sets the pace
But she sees past my charm straight down in my soul
Fills my grave with dirt, buries the pain in that hole
But I’m changin’ my ways this time
I gotta start walkin’ the line
‘Cause nothin’ could ever replace
The smile on her face
I got one more lonesome bullet, it’s the last round in my gun
Gotta clean myself up, watch some more settin’ suns
But my finger’s on the trigger and it’s shakin’ like a tree
Better put that pistol down son and set your mind free
But I’m changin’ my ways this time
I gotta start walkin’ the line
‘Cause nothin’ could ever replace
The smile on her face
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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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We Lost It
04:01
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As I stare out the window of our mansion
Our little boy and little girl play in the yard
And I wonder how I’ll tell ‘em
That their Mama and their Daddy
Can’t stay together ‘cause it’s just too hard
Can’t stay together ‘cause it’s just too hard
So our preacher sat us down for some counsel
He said the Lord frowns on all your runnin’ ‘round
And all your money and your cars
And all of your lovers
Spend eternity deep beneath the cold ground
Spend eternity deep beneath the cold ground
Too far gone and past the point of returnin’
And over hills into a trap we can’t escape
So who’s the leader of this dance
Oh Lord we didn’t stand a chance
One look, that’s all it took
And we lost it
One look, that’s all it took
And we lost it
After years of being married to each other
Still every day we call each other on the phone
And we cry Lord we cry, about the times gone by
How did we lose it all, and wind up alone?
How did we lose it all, and wind up alone?
Too far gone and past the point of returnin’
And over hills into a trap we can’t escape
So who’s the leader of this dance
Oh Lord we didn’t stand a chance
One look, that’s all it took
And we lost it
One look, that’s all it took
And we lost it
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Well you like havin’ a drink or two
Sometimes twenty if you’re feelin’ blue
Sometimes one in the mornin’ so you can get out of bed
You like Jim, you like Jack, you like Maker’s Mark
Drinkin’ in the day time
Drinkin’ in the dark
Drinkin’ with a crowd
Or drinkin’ alone
Drinkin’ in the shower
Drinkin’ on the phone
Well I tried to quit, but I just quit tryin’
I tried to hide it
But I’m bad at lyin’
So I am still drinkin’ if you’re still buyin’
I tried to quit, but I just quit tryin’
Well you like women but you’re a married man
Sneakin’ around every chance you can
The feminine nation’s gonna be the ruination of you
Well you like brunettes, and redheads and bottles of blondes
Pullin’ them jeans off, and mowin’ them lawns
Starin’ down the barrel of the same old gun
‘Cause your wife and your girlfriend can’t get along
Tried to quit, but I just quit tryin’
Havin’ several women is death defyin’
If there’s eggs to break I can’t help but fry ‘em
I tried to quit, but I just quit tryin’
Yeah, you like smokin’ my cheap homegrown
That Mexican lettuce really gets you stoned
Cotton mouth so dry you’ll drink the water from a bong
You like Sensimilla Red, Acapulco Gold, Maui Wowie
Resin from a bowl
But we ain’t worth a song in so long I don’t know
And Johnny law’s waiting for us after the show
Well I tried to quit, but I just quit tryin’
Roll me a joint and I’ll start flyin’
Made us laugh so hard that we both started cryin’
I’m tryin’ to quit but I just quit tryin’
I tried to quit, but I just quit tryin’
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Charlottesville
02:56
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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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Belly Of The Beast
03:40
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The barbarians are at the gate
Doin’ everything they can to break through
And my TV’s been spoutin’ hate
And my country’s divided red and blue
And the workin’ man he can’t catch a break
‘Cause the corporations nickel and dime his ass
And we can smell the desperation
While the politicians sittin’ on a mountain of cash
Well, folks are hungry
And you promised them a feast
While they’re waitin’ inside the belly of the beast
You knock ‘em down and pray to the high priest
Waitin’ on heaven in the belly of the beast
Well the headlines, they’re all the same
‘Cause they threw out all the rules of the game
Now when the sun shines, well they’ll tell you it’s rain
‘Cause the lawyers fix damn near anything
And these fat cats, they’re buyin’ up the land
While the workin’ class prepares for hand to hand
It’s a money trail all on the take
While they’re sittin’ back waitin’ for it all to break
Yeah, folks are hungry
And you promised them a feast
While you’re waitin’ inside the belly of the beast
You knock ‘em down and pray to the high priest
Waitin’ on heaven in the belly of the beast
Folks are hungry
And you promised them a feast
While you’re waitin’ inside the belly of the beast
You knock ‘em down and pray to the high priest
Waitin’ on heaven in the belly of the beast
Yeah, waitin’ on heaven in the belly of the beast
Waitin’ on heaven in the belly of the beast
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Burnin'
03:15
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Reckless like, reckless like, reckless like a drunk
Yes a fool about to fall, hangin’ over the edge, and about to lose it all
I can feel, I can feel, I can feel the spirit
Burnin’ deep inside of me, while I’m lonesome in this crowd, is just where I wanna to be
But she’s burnin’ in my soul
And I’m spinnin’ out of control
While I’m stuck down in this hole
She’s burnin’ in my soul
Burnin’ dim, burnin’ dim, my flame is burnin’ dim
But the world don’t seem to care, if I let go with a whim and just vanish in thin air
Walkin’ to, walkin’ to, I’m walkin’ to the sea
Gonna jump head first, not the deep end but the shallows, where it only makes it worse
Swimmin’ with, swimmin’ with, swimmin’ with them sharks
Screamin’ bon appetite, as they make a meal of me, spit my bones out on the street
But she’s burnin’ in my soul
And I’m spinnin’ out of control
And I’m stuck down in this hole
She’s burnin’ in my soul
Waitin’ for, waitin’ for, waitin’ for a sign
For 51 straight years and a zig zag line, bout to bring me to tears
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10. |
Killer On The Lamb
03:54
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We were twins to be born that day
But I could never let it be that way
Mama’s lifeline proved a good noose
With a taste for killin’ I was on the loose
My folks hated me for what I did that day
So I slit their throats sent them to their grave
I headed for The Smokies in Tennessee
Yeah a lot of good killin’ was ahead of me
I’m a killer on the lamb
Yeah I don’t mind livin’ with some blood on my hands
Your life to me ain’t worth a damn
To this killer on the lamb
Met a mountain girl from a mining town
Our first time when the sun went down
All she wanted was to marry me
So I cut her where she loved me and I watched her bleed
Her daddy from the hollow saw blood so red
So I chucked him in the river and I drown him dead
I’m a killer on the lamb
Yeah I don’t mind livin’ with some blood on my hands
Your life to me ain’t worth a damn
To this killer on the lamb
Wore out my welcome in Arkansas
Killed a Christian family of the Pentecost
A Georgia cracker was talkin’ at me
So I cut out his tongue hung it from a tree
Now the Southern law wants to put me in jail
But I’ll still be killin’ when I’m burnin’ in hell
I’m a killer on the lamb
Yeah I don’t mind livin’ with some blood on my hands
Your life to me ain’t worth a damn
To this killer on the lamb
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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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