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Texas
04:05
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1. I was in Oklahoma city at the setting of the sun
In a bar full of self pity I had nothing going on
I started to write this song about Texas I could not believe its true
There was a woman there beside me writing a song about Texas too, she said:
Chorus 1: Do it for the money and it just wont work.
Do it for me honey and you wont get hurt
Let’s go make a living singing lullabies
Underneath the Texas skies
2. She said “let’s hit the road together”, I said I thought that sounded nice
You know I ‘m the kind of fellow like to make the same mistakes twice
So we gassed up my old pickup and we set off heading south
With a buckwheat cake upon her know and a banjo in my mouth singing:
Chorus 2:
3. In a hotel room in Dallas I could not believe my eyes
Lord she had a map of Texas tattooed in between her thighs
With El Paso and Texarkana on each corner of the map
When I got to Corpus Christi well there was no turning back
CHORUS 3
4. That November and December we did 47 shows
From the Oklahoma border to the Gulf of Mexico
We sold half a million records we made 7 million bucks
In a state as big as Texas hell you never know your luck
CHORUS 4
5. Well we busted up in Houston you will not believe your ears
She was playing there beside me after 27 beers
She sang “Life’s finer with a Shiner” in a voice like Mama Cass
I said “Madam you’re a drunkard” she said “Sonny kiss my ass!”
Chorus 5
Instrumental (similar to verse):
6. Well she got herself a lawyer and he got her all that wealth
Now I’m back in Oklahoma feeling sorry for myself
Got me wondering and a thinking how a good thing can go wrong
Guess there’s nothing left to do but to finish off this song singing:
Chorus 6
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2. |
God Bless America
02:52
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3. |
Seven Ways
03:41
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Saturday nights and Sunday mornings
These are the times when my baby needs warming
Rest of the week, she’s a woman on a mission
She has a job, but I’m a musician
And its… its no holiday, finding 7 ways to pass the time of day.
Monday night, and she’s very cross
She got in another big fight with her boss
I suggest listening and trying to stay calm
Might have been better than breaking his arm
She says…, “he got in my way”, 7 ways to pass the time of day.
Tuesday night, we go to drag Bingo
She wins another battery operated thingo
Its very big like you see in some skin-flicks
She waves it around like she’s won the Olympics
I say…. “put that away”, 7 ways to pass the time of day.
The place is a mess, she’s threatening leaving
This often happens on Wednesday evening
I’m sorry babe I know how you’re feeling
Sit down I’ll make you a cup of Darjeeling
And… she always stays, 7 ways to pass the time of day.
Thursday her colleague is coming to dinner
His name is Ross, and he’s a real winner
He votes Republican even though he’s gay
She asks me to put my self-help books away
And I say… “whatever you say”, 7 ways to pass the time of day.
Friday night, she’s feeling weary
I say can I please borrow 20 bucks deary
I’d like to go out drinking with Larry
She says that’s fine but I’m ending this marriage
But I know… love will find way, 7 ways to pass the time of day.
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4. |
So Much Crime
03:19
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6. |
There
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7. |
Puppeteer
04:08
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Steve used to play the rounds now he does sound and books the Westside Café
you know the guy grey hair blue eyes man you know I found out yesterday
e-mailed his list then he cut his own wrists how they found him in time isn't clear
hospital bound theyve bound him down for another round with his puppeteer
Just like the rest of us Steve stepped on the bus seeking fame and wealth
some say that Nashville broke his heart some say he broke himself
guess either way he could not make it pay and he stumbled home deep in arrears
shuffling around his own hometown try to make some peace with his puppeteer
Some people born without a thorn stuck in the side they got all the luck
Some have the mark of Cain stained in their DNA poisons all a touch
some find it helps to be losing themselves into family sport and career
some hang around and get their arse kicked to the ground by their puppeteer
Prozac and roids helped fill the void until it seemed he might be all right
so they let him out I heard he was getting about playing the open mics
I drop him a line sed i hoped Things were fine hey don't we catch up for a beer
hung up the phone and left the man sitting alone with his puppeteer
We all got our weights and we wrestle with fate find a way through the sorrows and fear
with tangled strings and broken wings from all the wars with our puppeteer
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Lazy Dazy
03:20
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9. |
Song of the Open Road
03:21
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10. |
Deep Deep River
03:40
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11. |
Takoma Park
03:24
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12. |
American Guitar
06:23
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American Guitar
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Like the immigrants who came before I got here hoping I could make a little more
JFK in to the Brooklyn Heights saw Manhattan shining on that summer's night
all that real estate and all that cash cant be hard to make myself a little stash
thought I knew why I'd come this far just to play on American guitar
2
Learned to book the gigs and trust my luck learned on stage it's often better not to suck
Met a lot of good men living out of cars trying to make a living Pickin on guitars
Drive through old towns with their new Wal-Marts three McDonald's and a ghost town in the heart
Got me thinking how we go so far just to play on American guitar
3
Scukyll freeway in the Jersey Pike i road the interstates they built for uncle Ike
think I would've liked your Eisenhower whole lot better than the monkey you got now
stuck in the bunker with the Baghdad blues like Mister pyle with specks of blood upon your shoes
Good intentions but your gonna leave a scar the Arabs will never play American guitar
4.
I've seen the Mississippi frozen at St. Clair across the Hudson and the mighty Delaware
Rocky Mountains busting young into the sky Appalachians aging mellow like a Rye
guess I'm saying it's still a beautiful place mountains and rivers were a founds such easy grace
good enough reason to have come this far just to play on American guitar
5
seen Manassas been to Fredericksburg where Burnside boys are laying underneath the turf
20,000 in a single day took three more to lay them underneath the clay
Carolinans under Robert E. Lee modem down from the heights of St. Marye
chasing glory always going too far just to play on American guitar
6
midnight highway and the big trucks roll I’m plowing north through all the wind and ice and snow
three white crosses on the side of the road if I should perish it won't you let my mother know
I know she's wishing I was home in bed making babies like my little brother Ed
guess she wonders why I'd come this far just to play on an American guitar
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Fred Smith Canberra, Australia
“Fred Smith is simply the best folk/country musician working in this country in 2020. Beyond writing some of the finest songs about Australians at war, he has created a repertoire that is wry, literate, witty, powerfully emotional and insightful.”(Bruce Elder, Sydney Morning Herald). ... more
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