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Let Me Down
03:26
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Let Me Down
Scott Kirk
Pretty Girl, Angel smile, She makes me want to stay a while. The pretty words that she said, Make lovely thoughts inside my head.
Then that thought occurred to me, It slapped me back to reality. There’s one thing that I know, This ain’t my first rodeo…
I know that you’re gonna let me down, And save a few words for me as I hit the ground. Seems I would have known better, And break my fall somehow… Cause I know that you’re gonna let me down.
Am I jaded? Well maybe so, My lonely heart sure tells me so. Should I give it one more try ? Maybe things will work out fine.
Then that thought occurred to me, It slapped me back to reality. There’s one thing that I know, This ain’t my first rodeo…
And I know that you’re gonna let me down, And save a few words for me as I hit the ground. Seems I would have known better, And break my fall somehow… Cause I know that you’re gonna let me down.
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If a Frog Had Wings
02:06
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If a Frog Had Wings
Kenny Clark
You say if I come back to you, and if I do what you tell me to, If I give up my guitar, trade my truck in for a car, then I might be loved by the likes of you.
Well if a frog had wings he could fly. And he’d never ever bump his little behind. He could glide from here to there, And he’d never have a care. If a frog had wings he could fly.
Now if you would only understand, That I’m just an ordinary man. If you’d open up your eyes, I think you’d realize, That’s the way I fit into your plans.
Well if a frog had wings he could fly. And he’d never ever bump his little behind. He could glide from here to there, And he’d never have a care. If a frog had wings he could fly.
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Battle of Wounded Knee
04:29
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Battle of Wounded Knee
Mitch Laney
Sit down and have a smoke and think about the cruel jokes that life just seems to hand me all the time
Christmas cheer, and hello dear Why is all your stuff packed up? And why do you want to kick me when I’m down
I wanna crawl inside a bottle and go back to the battle of wounded knee Wait patiently for death to come For those of you I look up to I wish I could take it back just one more time
When the cheers, turn into fears and go the way of Billy Shears and all this shit just didn’t turn out the way you planned and you hold me just like you do, to something I can’t live up to and how much farther can a guy like me fall down
I wanna crawl inside a bottle and go back to the battle of wounded knee Wait patiently for death to come For those of you I look up to I wish I could take it back just one more time
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Neon Lights
03:05
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Neon Lights
Kenny Clark
Well I loved you, and you said you loved me too, but somehow it all came to an end. It brought me down, to the other side of town, Where the wine and liquor flow from within.
Neon lights and honky tonk music, Bar room angels that always understand. Neon lights and honky tonk music, Always make me feel like a brand new man.
Well it’s hard core, when they step out on that floor, And dance all night to the sound of a honky tonk band. Well I don’t know why, but it brings a tear to my eye, while I’m half drunk dancing with a long neck in my hand.
Neon lights and honky tonk music, Always make everything turn out right. Neon lights and honky tonk music, That’s why I’m down here almost every night.
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Long Weekend
04:03
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Long Weekend
Mitch Laney
You said that you hated me With such sincerity And then you turned and waltzed back through the door Sometimes hurt will come and pass Broken hearts are hard to cast And feelings oversell an even score
Been a long year this weekend While we tore each other down I hope they know we didn’t mean it Now the night is winding down
I said once on Halloween There would be no in between And we danced to the Jayhawks and wanted more Stuck here in this one horse town I know that I let you down Watching as your hopes fell on the floor
Been a long year this weekend While we tore each other down I hope they know we didn’t mean it Now the night is winding down
Been a long year this weekend While we tore each other down I hope they know we didn’t mean it Now the night is winding down Now the bloodstains on the ground Now the night is winding down
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6. |
Eyes of a Fool
03:59
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The Eyes of a Fool
Mitch Laney
Well I met you on the steps outside the courthouse I never thought to ask what took you there Lookin back I should, have checked your background good And I might be holding hands with someone else
Looking through the eyes of a fool At the time it seemed like the thing to do In spite of rhyme or reason And a good talking to I’m looking through the eyes of a fool
Well the next time that I saw you in the courtroom Paying for your bond as I recall I wrote you my last check, now I’m a nervous wreck Robbing from St Peter to pay St Paul
Looking through the eyes of a fool At the time it seemed like the thing to do In spite of rhyme or reason And a good talking to I’m looking through the eyes of a fool
Well the next time that I say you in the barroom Sitting at the bar all by yourself I should have wondered why, now all I do is cry As you drive off into the sunset in my Chevelle
Looking through the eyes of a fool At the time it seemed like the thing to do In spite of rhyme or reason And a good talking to I’m looking through the eyes of a fool
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Last American Hero
03:38
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Last American Hero
Mitch Laney
And the light at the end of the tunnel is a train I made my bed, dancing with the devil in the dead of night And the best laid plans of mice and men sometimes Don’t turn out right In the end you’ve got to give old bony fingers his pay After all those years of talking you got nothing left to say
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Time brings down the mighty, and everything turns to dust, turns to dust Turns to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Time brings down the mighty, And everything turns to dust, turns to dust Turns to dust
And the light at the end of the tunnel is a train And I’m flying there as fast as I can, like a moth to a flame I got the devil on my shoulder and I’m running out of time Like the last American hero, I'm headin' to the end of the line
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Time brings down the mighty, And everything turns to dust, turns to dust Turns to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Time brings down the mighty, and everything turns to dust, turns to dust Turns to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Time brings down the mighty, and everything turns to dust, turns to dust Turns to dust
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8. |
Virginia Slim
04:23
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irginia Slim
Kenny Clark
Some days I feel rough as a cob, But I’m still holding down my job and I spend a lot of nights in this bar. Some nights I’ll hang ‘til two a.m. and carry home Miss Virginia Slim, I’m proud to say I’ve made it this far.
My friends are all matter of fact, They like to pat me on my back, They say they’re glad to finally see me smile. But I know they’re just blowing smoke, They’re sincerity is just a joke, But I haven’t shed a tear in a while.
I haven’t shed a tear, it’s been more than a year, Since you walked out of my life. I guess you’re still with him, and I’m with Virginia Slim, and I haven’t shed a tear in a while.
I haven’t shed a tear, it’s been more than a year, Since you walked out of my life. I guess you’re still with him, and I’m with Virginia Slim, and I haven’t shed a tear in a while.
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Saint Luke's Drifters Tennessee
Saint Luke's Drifters is a band with deep hillbilly roots and a punk rock twist. Influenced by artists from Hank Williams to The Ramones, Saint Luke's Drifters brings an exciting new sound to country music. Based in Watertown, Tennessee, the trio of Kenny Clark, Scott Kirk, and Mitch Laney are electrifying crowds in clubs all over Tennessee and North Carolina from Raleigh to Nashville. ... more
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