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Little Girl
02:44
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Your daddy and me don't get along
Cos when you're with me, he knows you're doing wrong
And every time we go out to play
He turns on his heel, has to look away
You're not his little girl anymore
With the pigtails in your hair
You're not his little girl anymore
Playing pretend when no one's there
Now you're on your own
Out in the world
Wond'rin where to go
But i'm here to see you on
Your momma smiles when i ring the door
Knowing i was there the night before
She calls your name and queries me a bit
But i can tell she doesn't give a shit
You're not her little girl anymore
Running barefoot through the yard
You're not her little girl anymore
She's tried to let go, but it's hard
You're all grown up
Trying hard to play your part
But i'm here now to help you start
Now momma and me get along just fine
We talk, share a laugh and a glass of wine
Daddy ain't ready to let it go
But in his head he already knows
You're not his little girl anymore
Drawing pictures on the wall
You're not his little girl anymore
All grown up and standing tall
Childhood's great,
But i'm afraid that it's the end
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2. |
Instead
02:44
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It's a sunny day
The clouds are few and far between
The birds they sing
Then flutter on their way
The flowers bloom
With pollen dancing all around
It's spring and music's
Rising up from underground
And though the sun sets in the evening
Just like clockwork every night
As darkness coats the streets and houses
Snuffing out the waning light
Trouble not your tired head
Cos tomorrow come she will
Lie here instead
I wake up late
Take a shower
Let the water wash my worries
Down the drain
I take my seat
Downshifting swiftly
Just to feel the rushing wind
Upon my cheek
Chorus
Some days it rains
Tough luck; shit happens
Gather ye rosebuds
While ye may
But for now
I'll take the sunshine
Feel my skin glow with
The heat from o'er the clouds
Chorus
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3. |
Not Anymore You're Not
06:04
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Lemme tell you a little story 'bout a man named Jay
Nice boy with a pretty face
Became sheriff of his town when his pop went underground
Gunned down by the outlaw Johnny Mace
Now Jay spent the better part of 18 years
Tryin' to put Mace in jail to rot
"Jay, I'm one tough sunuvabitch."
"Not anymore you're not."
Well Jay caught Mace one fateful day
High Noon just out the bar
Spurs glinting there in the sunlight's glare
Guns resting by his arms
"Mace you best come quietly;
(I'm sure) you know you're caught.
Just drop your gin; i'm bringing you in."
"Ha! Not anymore you're not."
Time seemed to stop there on the road
Those fighters stood and stared
Both dueled with the skill of a hundred men
But Jay was the one who cared
He waited 'til Mace took a blink
His gun rose up and shot
"You killed my Pa, you damn outlaw
Not anymore you're not."
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4. |
Ballad of the Bro
03:02
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Tryin' to parse this information
Don't much like this conversation
When you tell me our relation-
Ship is sinking
And you been thinking
And got this to say
I need a good old boy with more biceps than brains
Who doesn't know i'm lying when i'm makin up things
He treats me nice, except for when he gets drunk
Lets me think what i think, and thunk what i thunk
Do pardon my confusion
Were our years a grand illusion
Your new ring's got an occlusion
You just smile back and say
Said a good old boy with more biceps than brains
Who thinks like a Prius, and runs like a train
Teaching gym at the high school just like his old man
He may not be too famous, but i'm his biggest fan
Solo (Verse)
Yes a good old boy with more biceps than brains
He can't follow a plot, so he just watches the game
Almost went pro in college till he blew out his knee
Now he sits on the sofa and takes care of me
I don't mind your indiscretion
If nothing else, I've learned a lesson
I can't trust you won't be messin'
Around behind my back
You just smile
I found a good old boy with more biceps than brains
Can't drive a stick, at least he stays in his lane
He's my big-hearted, beer-gutted simple old fool
But best of all he don't remind me of you
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5. |
Drive
02:32
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Tomorrow'll come it may rain it may shine
I don't mind i'll be on the road by then
Putting a couple of dozen, dozen miles
Between me and the place i was just in
Now i've lived here near a year, maybe more
But i s'pose all good things must come to an end
Packed my trunk, filled the tank, and locked the door
Left a note for any interested friend.
I'll be like Jim Carrey
In that movie with the sunshine in his brain
But without need of doctors and machines
I got a car to take me far away from here
Yes, a car to take me far away again
They say runnin's just for cowards and for thieves
I disagree, disappointment has its cost
So while the autumn winds are dancin' with the leaves
I'll hit the streets and drive away until i'm lost
Chorus
Like a branding iron seared into my head
I can't forget each day you made the sunshine through the rain
So i'll keep driving with my tach stuck in the red
My mistress Mary Jane keeping me sane
Chorus
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6. |
Come Aboard
04:00
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Come aboard
We can sail across the oceans, just to see
The sea, and wave our hands to God
Climb on up
The anchor's cast; it's safe to say
That all our troubles wash away
In water
I'm not sure that it's the answer
We may be fools to run
But i know i'd rather be with you
Just we two
So come aboard, little one
Sail Away
As Randy say, it's just the day
To pack up all the things we'll need to live
Casting off
I'll man the jib, if you'll forgive
My staring at your pretty face all day
Chorus
Without storms
Or tides to rock the sides of our
Escape from all this shit
Together
Come aboard
We can sail across the oceans just to see
the sea and wave our hands to God
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