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Folsom Prison Blues
02:56
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I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
Since, I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that train keeps a-rollin',
On down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby,
My Mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy,
Don't ever play with guns,"
But I shot a man in Reno,
Just to watch him die,
When I hear that whistle blowin',
I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folks eatin',
In a fancy dining car,
They're probably drinkin' coffee,
And smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a-movin',
And that's what tortures me.
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over a little,
Farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison,
That's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
Blow my Blues away.
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Walkin' these cold, dark streets alone
Got no map, so far from home
Drunk as hell, got nowhere to go
Got no money I'm all alone
Holding hands with the Devil on my way to hell.
Given up on Heaven, I'm on my way to Hell.
Lost myself, I lost my mind
out of luck, I'm out of time.
Such a drunk, I can't ever find
all the things I've left behind
Holding hands with the Devil on my way to hell.
Given up on Heaven, I'm on my way to Hell.
Need a friend, I need a break.
Need the help I'll never take.
Burning bridges, I'm tempting fate.
Need the money I'll never make.
Holding hands with the Devil on my way to hell.
Given up on Heaven, I'm on my way to Hell.
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3. |
I Wanna Be Your Dog
03:10
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So messed up I want you here
In my room I want you here
Now we're gonna be face to face
And I'll lay right down in my favorite place
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well, come on
Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well come on
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4. |
Spent the Rent
02:26
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Got me a buzz and a good idea.
It's time for a redneck shopping spree.
Got a list of everything I need.
Gonna buy up everything I see.
Stole your wallet, cashed your check.
Singles, fives and tens,spent it on my friends.
I spent the rent.
Mud tires for my F-150,
alligator boots and some brand new ink,
cartons of smokes, bottles of whiskey.
Bet next time you dont mess with me
Stole your wallet, cashed your check.
Singles, fives and tens,spent it on my friends.
I spent the rent.
Took a road trip down to Mexico.
Found Jesus and some redneck blow.
Drank mas tequilla, found the donkey show.
Pissed off federales made me go back home.
Stole your wallet, cashed your check.
Singles, fives and tens,spent it on my friends.
I spent the rent.
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5. |
Wagon Wheel
03:06
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Headed down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
And pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time string band
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now
Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin' back
To livin' that old life no more
[Chorus]
Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free
[Chorus]
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Piss Broke Rebels Los Angeles, California
from Los Angeles, California, An angry drunken angel rides a wave of fuzz guitars and neolithic
pounding.
sings songs of debauchery and blue collar bravado where guitar is King
works for a living
are young and good looking
would happily have a drink with you
makes it happen
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