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Cowboy Disco
03:00
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COWBOY DISCO
Got a pocket full of picks and a t-post clip
Trunk full of strings and a drip tape strip
Got chicken shit on my guitar case
And baling twine on my electric bass
CHORUS:
Well, we don't wanna stay up all night, playing 'til the morning chores
But these summer nights, they're short & sweet and we might rock it all the way through
'Cause around here they won't wait – for no cowboy disco
Back up singers in the pig pen now
Here's a bell solo from our favorite cow
There's glitter floatin' in the trough tonight
Call Katie a bumpkin and you're asking for a fight
Fixed my amp and my fence to the same outlet
Get five little chickens and you gotta a quintet
Gotta learn to dance with your muck boots on
Then keep on rockin' till the break of dawn...
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2. |
Little Miss Green Thumb
04:14
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LITTLE MISS GREEN THUMB
Little Miss Green Thumb, she's got the Blues
Three Dozen Starts, but she still – can't – choose
Where to sow
In whose field
'Cause she's got no home
from which to yield
But when the farmer's son
offers his land – she knows
better than to trade her hand
CHORUS:
Take your leaves
And take your roots
Sleep alone in your working boots
(but) take your time
to choose a bed
the seeds you've sown, well they're already... dead
Little Miss Green Thumb, she tries again
(with a) backseat of soil, ready to – begin
While goin' sixty
seedlings sprout
But when the summer comes
she begins to doubt
The man at the pitstop
has a yard – No, turn that ignition and –
Little Miss Green Thumb, she's plowing the ground
beside new friends on a plot of earth – they've – found
Share the toil
Share the reap
What they sow
They all shall keep
But when it's time to lay down all their seeds
Where – is – Little Miss Green Thumb now?
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3. |
The King
05:31
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THE KING
When all that's fair is foul
And all that’s foul is fair
When the King has had his fill
He’ll claim he’s had enough
CHORUS
He won’t sell his soul
Until the market’s hot
He don’t need no peace of mind
Unless it’s buy-on-get-one-free
Take a chance on me and please don’t mind
The liability—
At home we find the heart
Our blood is in the walls
But the king’s learned how to flip
Now the castle’s up for sale
Well, the kingdom’s starving now
And he sees he’s done them wrong
So he tries to pawn his crown
But it’s jewels are counterfeit
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4. |
Sad Song
05:28
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5. |
Something to Lose
04:03
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SOMETHING TO LOSE
Mama – had a child
Gave it – all she had
Loving was like breathing, you
Exhale your heart
And when you take another breath
that love done fill you back up
But then that baby grew up
And he done moved away
Mama took another breath
it was her dying day
CHORUS:
Please – don't lose – yourself – when you find... something to loose
Papa – bought a farm
To feed – his town
But the day he started plowing
The feds showed up
They said they're building a road
And it goes right throgh his plot
Well, after ten years of fighting
Pops won the trail
But he forgot about the town
Only that deed was worthwhile
He – had a song
To share – with the world
So he holed himself up
in his little apartment
And he practiced all day
And he unplugged the phone
Well, his friends gave up
And they all moved away
So when that boy emerged
He found no one for which – to – play
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