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Here it comes to take hold of me
I could scream or hurt somebody
Serve my time & get my money
Bring it home to my baby
Before it's too late
Too late...I gotta quit
I hide in the Ladies Room
He's yelled at me and it's not even noon
I wonder how I put up with that
Cause momma need a new pill box hat
Before it's too late
Too late...I gotta quit
Never was a man I hated more
Never was a boss I hated more
I hate his right hand man I hate his left, ohh
The pros still out weight the cons, two to one
so i'll serve my time and... get my money
Never was a man I hated more
But I'll serve my time & get my money
Before it's too late, too late, too late
Too late ohh...I gotta quit
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Steve Lewis - Same Water
04:25
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I'm here to tell you I saw heaven in a street light,
Sparked a memory I had not before found.
Eight years old and I was money on a school night,
Chiefs at Denver with the snow comin' down
Space invaders, Conrad Meyers,
and that neighbor kid who just moved to town.
I say mam sir, ask-direction
And I'm wakin' meek and humble,
It's tough in this town.
Day was cold my nose was running didn't feel right,
Sparked a memory and this road I'm goin' down
I's 16 looking funny never feelin' right,
It's on man it's tough,
Another day another round.
Calculators, friends and liars
And that neighbor kid he cranks it up loud.
I say mam sir ask direction
And I'm wakiin' meek and humble,
It's tough in this town.
Present-day like any other guess it's alright,
Engine revvin' on a hard way to town.
Hit the head fill the belly in the short sight,
Missed the bus on all those deals goin' down.
Corporate raiders, stock bond buyers
And that neighbor kid he's moving uptown.
I say mam sir ask direction
And I'm wakin' meek and humble,
It's tough in this town.
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Every morning I turn the bedsheets down
Swing my legs over the edge till my feet meet the ground.
I don’t make a sound.
I just sit there so confused
Because I don’t know just who I am.
Oh, Jerusalem, leave me alone.
Every afternoon we lay side by side in your bed
And I beg you once again let me be your good friend
I won’t make a sound.
I’ll just sit there so confused
Because I don’t know just who I am.
Oh, Jerusalem, leave me alone.
Every evening I look for the moon and there’s two of them.
One for me and one for Jerusalem.
Every evening I look for the moon and there’s two of them.
One for me and one for Jerusalem.
There’s not one moon there are two of them
One for me and one for Jerusalem...
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5. |
Steve Lewis - Leg Up
04:18
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Oh Granny Mary
High all the time
Oh Granny Mary
Taking what is mine
Drainin Poor daddy dry
Like any good parasite
Mother left him on his knees
After 30 years or more
Mary’s lost her soul to the methamphetamines
Now she’s found a man to live out her lazy schemes
Oh Granny Mary
Old before her time
Oh Granny Mary
Haunting me and mine
It’s like Pa’s gone back to his own kind
His Ma cooked Meth in their double-wide
They smoked cigarettes with the windows closed
In fake wood paneling
No good women why you haunting me
Infiltrating my family tree
No good women nothing better to do
You better start running when I, when I catch up to you
Oh Granny Mary
It’s just a matter of time
Oh Granny Mary
Before you die
How could he put, Her before his own children
Now Mary’s just making sure, there’s nothing left for them
When he’s tapped she’ll be, off looking for another sucker man
Leave the kids to care for pa, and pay her debts for him
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I learned to stand up for a crowd this size.
The first time was hell, there was pinball and curly fries.
If you're talkin' don't mind me, you're there just for the beer.
Just tap feet in rhythm and the last call you lend an ear.
I's sold, bought and seasoned.
My baby ran around.
I croon, craw, raise the roof high, sold, bought and seasoned.
Big girl raisin' hell while I'm singin a sad one.
The young'ins don't care.
They like them rippin' and jammin'.
With a Pal Mal and a shot for me and hey I think I know that guy.
Now i'm mixin' up all the words.
Take a step back man and close your eyes.
I's sold, bought and seasoned.
My baby ran around.
I croon, craw, raise the roof high, sold, bought and seasoned.
Six songs and I rocked the place.
This serenading is such a chore.
I guess it's good gettin out, but my head it hurts and my shoulder's sore.
The light it fades to someone else.
I tell my friend you give it a try.
And i'm thinkin' as I'm walkin home, bread and milk I forgot to buy.
I's sold, bought and seasoned.
My baby ran around.
I croon, craw, raise the roof high, sold, bought and seasoned.
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The Saints they gather in the shadows.
And the Widows they mill around the field.
While one Saint kneels down to sharpen up his sword,
One Widow kneels and hammers at a shield.
And they know throughout all their loving
That they’ll never get out of this world alive.
If the flood waters rise they would calmly close their eyes
And sleep at the bottom of the sea.
And you can tell your daddy I still love you
And there’s nothing in the world would ever change my mind
But if it’s honor that he wants, well then it’s honor he shall have
And I will meet him at the crossroads at dawn.
As we walk between the fields and the shadows
Arm-in-arm and making up a song,
We hear a baby cry in a window far away
And you say he’s only trying to sing along.
Oh, sweet Anne of San Francisco
Let me tell you all about the scene of the crime.
I was just a young man in a foreign room
And it was either his blood or mine.
And you can tell your daddy I still love you
And there’s nothing in the world would ever change my mind
But if it’s honor that he wants, well then it’s honor he shall have
And I will meet him at the crossroads at dawn.
And he will come from the west all dressed in black
With a pistol bleeding in the palm of his hand
And I will rise from the east like a newborn son
And I’ll be leading a ragtime band.
And we will sing a new song for the crossroads
We will play it to the fields and the shadows everywhere
And when the time comes along I will lay down my song
And I will fire all my pistols in the air.
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