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Pinebox
03:04
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Pinebox
great lord I think I find
they’re tryin’ to take down my mind
crippled religion in your name
hand in the money box, nose in the cane
one nail in that pinebox
two nail in that pinebox
three nail in that pinebox
for my soul
dark heart and the bloody wine
force-fed thoughts of a holy shrine
little girl and the preacher man shame
pass the bread brother don’t complain
lord they came but now they leave
my body hanging from a tree
no religion could they find
my body lying in a box of pine
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Common Ones
03:38
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Common Ones
I’d like to have a conversation with the people like me
the common ones, the ones that feel that they should still be free
live how they want, vote in the laws they need
and I see their children doin’ life, over a simple bag of weed
since when did prison be come a savings and loan scam
profit sharing stock on the life of a common man
don’t get me wrong, I think the streets should be safe
but I want justice in the courts instead of a legal money race
and I tired of seeing men die for other men’s rights
to have a corporation come in and sweep ‘em all aside
cause there’s money to be made, money to be found
and when the pockets are drilled empty, on to the next town
meanwhile make criminals outta the people left behind
pimpin’ all the women while the men cheat and lie
and all the cameras rush in, yes they wanna find out
why I ain’t got no food for my baby’s mouth
I ain’t got no food for my baby’s mouth
Whoa, chains unbound
we want our country back and I said we want it now
whoa, murder in the street
the flag is still flying but the colors are starting to bleed
well we’re on this earth together and we’re all gonna die
so let’s forgive a little more and let others live their lives
‘cause nobody knows the how, and nobody knows they why
so have your faith, have your belief but don’t take ‘em to the line
and I don’t need no rich man tellin’ me how I’m supposed to think
because he owns some tv stations and some newspaper ink
cause it’s the common ones, like you and me
that keep the country running, keep the flag flying free
I said it’s the common ones when the shit goes down
it’s our babies’ blood that gets spilled on the ground
so I wanna see them dues, yes I wanna see that respect
for that blue collared shirt and that weekly paycheck
that blue collared shirt and that weekly paycheck
Whoa, chains unbound
we want our country back and I said we want it now
whoa, murder in the street
the flag is still flying but the colors are starting to bleed
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Ease Your Mind
05:26
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Ease Your Mind
ease you mind mama it’s gonna be alright
thirteen years in a county cell, Lord knows I’ll survive
but it hit me hard when you wrote Georgia died
they say sometimes babies cry ‘cause they just need to speak
just like a poor man’ll cheat and lie ‘cause his children need to eat
thirty one years I’ve been thinking in through
and mama you know it’s just alright by me
cause there ain’t no distance safe
when the flowers hit the graves
from the loved ones that will fall
to tears that wanna call us all away
I can see my daddy on the porch talkin’ politics in the south
I can see my cousins and me swimmin’ at the river’s mouth
And they say little joe won’t be makin’ it back
‘cause the war decided he can never leave
people hurt and people fall, love is to believe
and the story goes, it’s all held up by a heart that continues to bleed
thirty one years I’ve been thinkin’ it through
and mama you know it’s just alright by me
ease you mind mama it gonna be alright
heaven opened up it gates, and Jesus is by you side
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Lonely Girl
02:23
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Lonely Girl
lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely girl
lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely girl
Jesus and the holy wine, back seat lovin’ baby dirt and grime
high heat and-a-human sweat, cold black eyes and a Stetson hat
lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely girl
tight blue jeans on a red river rat, cold smile on a jezebel cat
beerland to the 710, down to egos for a glass of gin
lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely girl
hell can wait, hell can wait, hell can wait, hell can wait
and I’m rollin, feeling right
yes I’m rollin, south Austin tonight
whiskey and the white line, bathroom floor baby dirt and grime
tattooed hand and a cigarette, a shot a scotch and a tall brunette
you never give but baby you take what you get
jesus baby lock and load, I’m gonna come and get me some
hell can wait, hell can wait, hell can wait, hell can wait
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Fuck
02:22
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Fuck
I went out last night drinking with my friends
one of them pulled me aside, said let me fill you in
on how your girl’s been treatin’ you, man she’s runnin’ around
she’s probably fucked every man in this fuckin’ town
and I said FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, man this really fuckin’ sucks
fuck a motherfuckin’ duck
hey I just found out that my girl’s a fuckin’ slut
all I can say right now is fuck
I woke up the next morning, threw some bacon on the stove
I went back to my bedroom, I was puttin’ on my clothes
I noticed something smokin’ and it was my house
I dialed 911, as I was runnin’ out I said…
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, man this really fuckin’ sucks
fuck a motherfuckin’ duck
hey my house went up in flames, burned up all my fuckin’ stuff
all I can say right now is fuck
(modulate)
I was headed for Oklahoma in my old blue pick-up truck
I was goin’ to see my family ‘cause I was down on my luck
my engine started knockin’ a-clickin’ and-a-poppin’
it was smokin’ I was chokin’ when I started walkin’
I said FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, man this really fuckin’ sucks
fuck a motherfuckin’ duck
my truck broke down, guess I’m shit outta fuckin’ luck
and all I can say right now is fuck
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