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Dreaming
03:45
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Dreaming
I've been dreaming of the bayou
And listening to Cajun songs
Where the pretty girls dance zydeco
And the good times roll along
I've been dreaming of the bayou
Crawfish and tater slaw
Where the gator boys break out their toys
And there's always room for all
You can get just what you want but don't go asking for too much more
As a good man said, "you're ceiling is another man’s floor."
I've been dreaming of the corner store
Shotguns and cheap red wine
My mama don't approve how I'm stuck in this groove
But I don't believe in time
I've been dreaming of the loves I lost
And needles in my veins
But that's a dark road where the story's untold
And your friends forget your name
You can get just what you want but don't go asking for too much more
As a good man said, "your ceiling is another man’s floor."
I’ve been dreaming of the books I’ve read
And the ones I’ll never write
Of that pale ghost that took the most
Running off will all my fight
I’ve been dreaming of clanging strings
A harp and an old trombone
Joining in the noise with a sturdy poise
Just like it use to go
You can get just what you want but don't go asking for too much more
As a good man said, "your ceiling is another man’s floor."
I've been dreaming of the bayou
And listening to Cajun songs
Where the pretty girls dance zydeco
And the good times roll along
I've been dreaming of the bayou
Crawfish and tater slaw
Where the gator boys break out their toys
And there's always room for all
You can get just what you want but don't go asking for too much more
As a good man said, "you're ceiling is another man’s floor."
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Jezebel
04:03
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Jezebel
You took me to the movies
You took me to the shows
Then you learned to lose me
Like you’ve never known
Yes, you walked right out the door
Put your feet down and let me go
Maybe I got too boozy
My love I could not share
Treated you like some kind of floozy
Whoa, how did I dare
Mama, why can’t you stand me
Did I hang on the bottle too long
Oh, but baby I’m the tramp, I’m the jezebel
To you I tip my hat and I fare thee well
I got six more days and I’m hopping that plane
Down to Bethlehem
I said Mama I’m the tramp, I’m the jezebel
To you I tip my hat and I fare thee well
I got six more days and I’m hopping that plane
Down to Bethlehem
With stitches in my side and weeping like a stone
So, if you want you can confuse me
I would never know your stares
Count the lashes while you abuse me
Break my throne and cut my hair
Don’t let the fever
Rush out of your bones
Oh, but baby I’m the tramp, I’m the jezebel
To you I tip my hat and I fare thee well
I got six more days and I’m hopping that plane
Down to Bethlehem
I said Mama I’m the tramp, I’m the jezebel
To you I tip my hat and I fare thee well
I got six more days and I’m hopping that plane
Down to Bethlehem
With stitches in my side and weeping like a stone
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Cold Night In Texas
03:37
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Cold Night in Texas
The streets are empty
The bars are all closed
No music pumping from them west-end holes
Oh, it’s a cold night in Texas for me
The windows hum
While new lovers joke
And I’m down to my last smoke
Well, it’s a cold night in Texas for me
The late girls
Just walk on by
They see something ugly in my eyes
Yeah, it’s a cold night in Texas for me
I’ve got no coat
And my pockets are dry
Stuck out my thumb, tried to flag a ride
But, it’s a cold night in Texas for me
I tried to bum a dollar
But as soon as I spoke
He threw up his fists and screamed “buddy, I’m broke”
Yeah, it’s a cold night in Texas for me
When I was tied
I once relied on charm and dope
But now I stumble on along that ol’ tight-rope
It’s just a cold night in Texas for me
That’s it, Man,
I’m calling it quits
I simply can’t take no more shit
It’s been a cold night in Texas for me
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Folk-soul saloon music. For fans of Paul Simon, Sam Cook and Tom Waits.
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