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Changes, changes, changes oh come onto me
Looks, feelings, and mostly my little memory
My cheeks have declined, and my nose it can quite hardly breathe
And my liver has processed a body quite like the sea
Somewhere I know that peaceful place just waits for me
So until then I'll change until I'm set free
My voice has grown course, and my veins they have seen misery
And my blood it has thinned while a black tar grinned patiently
Mama, mama, mama please don't look at me
Cause these changes I've gone through might make me quite hard to see
But somewhere I know that peaceful place just waits for me
So until then I'll change until I'm set free
Changes, changes, changes oh come onto me
Looks, feelings, and mostly my little memory
Mama, mama, mama please don't look at me
Cause these changes I've gone through might make me quite hard to see
Somewhere I know that peaceful place just waits for me
So until then I'll change until I'm set free
So until then I'll change until I'm set free
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Homewrecker
06:08
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Nobody knows just what you have done
But it sure wasn't making puppy love
You think you got your privilege from just sitting in the sun
But I see a storm cloud up above
You got the keychain to every man's lock
You always walk in cause you're too afraid to knock
You think you're the sweetest girl and the toughest kid inside the block
Homewrecker, a homewrecker lord
Giver her a home
And leave her alone
Don't throw her a bone
Homewrecker, a homewrecker lord
Giver her a home
And leaver her alone
Don't throw her a bone even though she's fine
You think you're so smooth but baby you are so rough
And it ain't the kind that makes you strong
You think you're so cool but you're hot to the touch
When everybody knows that it's wrong
When you go to a party it's always a bust
Whenever you meet someone you induce his lust
You think you're the toughest girl but you're just a big old pile of rust
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Sweet Song
04:49
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Well I've paused in life's pleasures and I've found its many fears
But the way we've been living has been lost to the years
How a flower sprouts for spring and how the brutal winter nears
I'll just sing my, my sweet song again
All these people I see, I swear I'm so unimpressed
Their names are filled with blank space while they wear a clear vest
They act like it's so scared when they know it's like all the rest
So I'll just sing my, my sweet song again
Have you heard it sung before?
It's a long call away from you
Have you ever heard it done before?
Just smile and nod when you do
Yes it's true, you can sing about politics, about guilt or restraint
You can sing about anger, or anything
You can sing about a love
In a harmful kind of way
So I'll sing my sweet song again
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Candyland
02:58
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Well I just woke up in candyland, a place for people just like you and me
I haven't shaved in a month or so but showers at YMCA are free
I'll walk into a bar when closing time ain't far
And pitch my story about sleeping in the street
Half the folks don't give a dame, the other half think it's a scam
But I'll promise that I'll get back on my feet
But I'm a liar, I don't need anything but weed
I'm a beggar, please don't listen to my plead
I'm a scammer, good for nothing dog out on the street
I'm a liar, I don't need anything but weed
I'm a Louisiana man, grew up with my folks in New Orleans
I got my education and it seemed like I was following my dreams
But somewhere down the road my footsteps had slowed
And somewhere in me spoiled with my will
So I started working cities and scamming folks with pity
Saying please mister just give my cup a fill
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I'm Coming Over Tonight
05:00
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Well its almost 6am and the sun's coming up soon
I'm on the losing end and I'm drunk on the moon
I'm going nearly eighty on this Cincinnati strip
I'm coming over tonight
Tell me everything's alright
I'm coming around the bend, I'll tuck us in
I'm coming honey
I'm on my last cigarette for the door that I'm coming to
I don't know what it is but I gotta see you
We been through it all and it still seems like a dream
I'm carrying this thing through, on my shoulders is a heavy load
You could turn me into beef stew like a raccoon on the road
My guts are spilling out to the paint of every page
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I been married to 6 women, been engaged to 5, had kids with 8, dated 17 of em' kissed 49, hugged more than 10,000, I been divorced 6 times, hung my dreams out to dry
I bought 17 pounds of roses, 9 pounds of lillies and daffodils, bought 13 diamond rings, carried em' across rain puddles, snow mounds, through blizzard storms and earthquakes, for all of them out there those 21 year olds, 16 year olds, 40 year olds and their grandma's, I took em' on the town
I been drunk down, strung out, leaded on, and left for dead, down the road, on a car, in a curb, in a bus, in a creek, delivered 14 babies in the backseat, I waited on, I'm a walking taco and dandy
I been talked to, whispered to, yelled at and screamed at, spit at, hissed at, slapped, kicked, stabbed, had 111 bottles broken over my head, 13 pans bent, I broke 10 fingers 3 times, 9 toes, broke my nose, homesick, lovesick, and been tired for more than 3 years, had my legs broke twice my heart broke none and I'm still walking big
I've waited on everyone, sat in trains, trucks, in automobiles, scooters, henhouses, moldy stairs, the highways, alleyways, street corners, and avenue jays, and I'm still waiting on 3 of em'
My kids have grown up they've grown down, got the measles, the mumps, chicken pox, laryngitis, aids, syphilis, have died in potato farms, rivers and sinkholes, and 2 of them died at birth, and I'm the daddy of the year, picking onions, praying for them every day
I've been in jail for 4 of the girls, stayed up a week and drank nothing more than sour milk, I've been buried alive, attempted to be suffocated, drowned, waterboarded, skateboarded, decapitated, emancipated, and castrated, and every time I broke loose like a rat on a spinnin' wheel running circles around the crazy ones
I dated cripples, mutes, blonde girls, girls that thought they were mermaids, brown girls, Mexicans, whites, blacks, Indonesians, Chinese, Indians, Persian, and the elderly, gals tho thought they knew it all thought Earth was flat, that dig science, religion, atheism, pumpkins, cats, pigs, candles, lies, havin' 4 teeth, beer, weed, crack, coke, spliff, cigs, needles, dip, and chew, huffing glue, and they never left me out of an activity, and gave me always a helping hand
I been to coffeehouses, henhouses, crackhouses, trap houses, apartments, mansions, blue houses, whorehouses, jailhouses, houses with fences around them, houses that had pools, houses that had 11 children running naked trying to hit each other with plastic tables, I been to 53 out house, 24 shacks, 13 teepees, and 11 greenhouse and I even went to the White House
And I think of all the girls I lost touch with over the years, and they seem to make me smile
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We Once Did Believe
04:02
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The seasons shrill winter was changefully setting
And the air it did crisp my face
Oh the flowers and the faithful temperatures wedding was one that memory can't erase
I saw her in her footsteps and it was all so easy
But now this is just a memory to me
Oh please don't weep on a promise that we once did believe
Oh the bright sun it saw a moment and we found it's casting beauty, and we stepped in not feeling in vain
Oh we kissed and we promised, and held hands in the darkness, for awhile we did dance in the rain
But it washed off what we wanted, and it displayed all of our reasons, and it left us with what we dreaded to see
Oh please don't weep on a promise that we once did believe
Now in time it is so certain, there is yet to be surprises, we both have drifted far from this shore
And in the sands there are our footsteps forever being molded by yesterday's tides evermore
Yes we stand there so unnoticed and I can still feel your kisses, and I wonder If you're still thinking of me
Oh please don't weep on a promise that we once did believe
Where do I go from here you wonder, do I just flag a ride, and pay the Tollman until I know
Yes I could be so dishonest and be weak from inside, and a man with no real place to go
Yes I still see all this darkness overcasting all this beauty, but I smile cause' you happened to me
Oh please don't weep for a promise that we once did believe
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All Alone
03:59
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I'm turning the pages in this here book
I've seen it before, I'll give it a second look
What makes sense to you won't makes sense to me
Today you love me but tonight it's just me
All alone
Everybody's just being too loud
Walk straight in the shadows and crooked through the crowds
And every face I try so hard to see
It always ends up that there's no one but me
All alone
I always shake it, it can't get in my way
But I get wear at the end of the day to the bone
The water is black but it doesn't obscure
The mirror of myself that I stare and observe
I can't condemn or cover up what I am
I'd rather drown dead than swim for a sham
All alone
When my eyes shut I knock on the door of my heart
I know he's in there, that birds sweet and smart
He starves to death and he's skin to the bone
And he sings at down just to wake me up
All alone
There's a man in my house that nobody sees
Wide eyes and anxious, floats like the breeze
I've walked the line towards the stairway of truth
And I'm still 5th in line near the telephone booth
All alone
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I Wanna Go Back Home
02:26
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Well times are getting colder and I feel I'm getting older
So I think I'd like to go back home
I always seem to find upon a Saturday night
Where I'm dressed up and all alone
I think I need a brew with a friend or two
My throat's as dry as a bone
Well times are getting colder and I feel I'm getting older
So I think I'd like to go back home
I have a beat up car and the bank account blues
Holes in my roof and in the soles of my shoes
I've always been crazy but it really don't cause me pain
It's a lovely little lady that'll just drive me insane
You may ask me why I feel this way
I got a pretty gal and I saw her yesterday
But the day is short and the night is twice as long
When the pleasures of life seem to all gone wrong
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When you're stuck in the same place too long
And you know they're gonna turn you in
You feel like a setting sun
Looking out your heart's window pain
I know that it won't take too long
And you been scribbling your way to be replaced
And I won't try to act it out
Running from the enemy, at dawn
Running from the enemy, running at dawn
Don't lose it you're gonna fix it quick
Your little baby shouldn't have to wait
She's my all, my everything
But she's taken all she can take
Don't go to the swamped up city
They are animals that never found their face
And the girls they ain't so pretty
Running from the enemy, running at dawn
Running from the enemy, running at dawn
If you have something to have or hold
Don't squeeze it if you want it to live
Don't cage it away for a fix
Because they'll kill it and tell you it's fake
I just keep talking to the wall
Like a shadow stuck in night time
And if I could take a breath
They'd suck it out
Running from the enemy, at dawn
Running from the enemy, running at dawn
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