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Kerosene Dream
03:11
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I'm gonna miss you baby
I'm gonna miss you so
You took my love ever so lightly now
Satan's gonna have your soul
I'm telling you
What I'm gonna do
My love will light you up
My love will light you up
My love will light you
You were the sweetest thing
Everybody knew your name
Treated me so wickedly
They'll see it mark your grave
You don't have a clue
What I'm gonna do
My love will light you up
My love will light you up
My love will light you baby
Poor the kerosene the police
Said I fled the scene that family
Was like a dream so get
Ready babe
Now that your bones are resting
Lungs are filled with ash
I cry but tears of joy
Only fuel the flames of the past
You don't have a clue
What I'm gonna do
My love will light you up
My love will light you up
My love will light you
You, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you
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Was born
Early
T'was a sickly
Earthquake
But I love this here guitar
All I wants to do is play
Mama said don't burn them bridges
You bet that I burn them bridges babe
My beer
Birthday
Sing songs baby and
Eat cake
I love this here guitar
All I wants to do is play
Mama said don't burn them bridges
You bet that I burn them bridges babe
I smile
You smile
Fast forward some odd years
Now we got a child
All I got is this here guitar
Maybe we'll start a band and play
Mama said don't burn them bridges
You bet that I burn them bridges babe
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May Sits Pretty
03:51
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Giants flew
May smelled like June
She aimed to travel
This world this world soon
So I sit
And I relax
Whistle a tune if I want to
We grew
And she learned to move
The kind of way
Some of these women do
So I sit back
And I relax
She outgrew and I always knew
Now I shine shoes
While I sing the blues
I got bills to pay
While my life continues
So I sit back
And I relax
Heavy eyes will see her soon
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Creole Baby
04:56
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I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you how it goes
No you don't ever have to worry
Cuz I'll be done before I go
Well she was oh so lonely
Head buried in a magazine
Like a lone tombstone
Standing out there in the evergreen
Yes I tried to console her
Even though the bayou bids
Held a crucifix in her right hand
Real tight in a fist
She gotta, gotta take it easy now
Before she go, go
Bye bye babe
Creole babe
Bye bye babe
My Creole baby, Creole baby
The smell of wet rain on road
Reminded her on New Orleans
Left Louisiana for the West Coast
To become Cali's new Cajun Queen
But she was a down right liar
Oh she was a down right cheat
Cuz I heard from a friend who new a friend
She was dying to see her home in the Big Easy
She gotta, gotta take it easy now
Before she go, go
Bye bye babe
Creole babe
Bye bye babe
My Creole baby, Creole baby
Took a train sixteen coaches long
And she was glad she did
As she looked back the crown slipped off
Cajun Queen raised her hand to bid
Bye bye babe
Creole babe
Bye bye babe
My Creole baby, Creole baby
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Little Jaguar
Spots and hides out in the brush
Little Jaguar
Speaks but does not say too much
Little Jaguar
All you need to do is call
Not a lion
After all
Not a lion
Got a little Jaguar
Tougher than nails every passing day
Little Jaguar
Danger is her middle name
Little Jaguar
All you need to do is call
Not a lion
After all
Not a lion
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Godhead
04:49
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I work so hard babe
And it makes me wanna ride to you
Said I work so, so hard babe
And it makes me wanna ride straight home to you
You know they got me shoveling this here dirt
While this appetite hurts
And it hurts
Make sure you're ready babe
Cuz we ain't got no time to waste
You better make sure that you're ready baby
Cuz we ain't got no time, got no time to waste
I'll see to it that you're surely satisfied
After you ride
This ride
No girlfriends tonight babe
Cuz you and I have a long discussion
I'll get my way and you'll be coerced
Just shut the door and I'll
I'll satisfy
Your thirst
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Pen is empty
I was wet now I'm dry
When you found me
I was dead not alive
My body feels pain I'm used to
It's these sour grapes crunching under my boot
Lying, scheming BS
I am fed up
Phoney faces the smiles
Carry no love
I ain't thirsty
No there ain't no doubt
Can't petition the heavens during a drought
Lying, scheming yea
You know what I mean
Phoney faces lie
Straight through their teeth
I have let go of
All of my doubts
Can't petition the heavens
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Curb Jumper
01:26
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Pack up my briefcase
Poor me some coffee
I open the door and shut it behind me
Commute's a disaster
Of course I thought my feet would be faster
I'm cursing my job
When a chassis jumps the curb
The one thing I won't forget
Golden oval above her head
Lifted me up
Not a word was said
Not a word was said
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