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Gypsy Life
03:59
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I'm waiting around with nothing to do, but life to pass me by
And I can't seem to waste anymore time
Sitting around letting the spliff smoke go to my head
I should get up, but I'm still laying in my bed
I've got a few clothes and a couple PBRs
Every morning is new, when you're waking in your car
I've got dirt in my hair, and there's sand on the floor
I couldn't tell you where I was before
Don't know where I'm going, or where I've been
All I know is that it's been down the path of sin
I can't tell you where I'm currently at
All I know is that this fuckin' train is coming off the tracks
The country was where, I was born and raised
The city is what will bring me, down to my grave
Sounds of frogs and crickets, I will always praise
But the endless sirens and traffic, could never save
The car has broke down, all the people are gone
And I'm stuck here cold, writing this fuckin' song
Not too much to see, nowhere to belong
Through all the silence, my mind presses on
Don't know where I'm going, or where I've been
All I know is that it's been down the path of sin
I can't tell you where I'm currently at
All I know is that this fuckin' train is coming off the tracks
Don't know where I'm going, or where I've been
All I know is that it's been down the path of sin
I can't tell you where I'm currently at
All I know is that this fuckin' train is coming off the tracks
Don't know where I'm going, or where I've been
All I know is that it's been down the path of sin
I can't tell you where I'm currently at
All I know this train is off the tracks
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Mormon Land
03:42
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Growing up by the creek, where all the kids would play
I was in the backwoods, smoking life away
Until one day I heard the neighbor kid say
That there's this amazing place called Californ-i-a
Got my bags, hitched a train, I was only seventeen
Young, naïve, excited didn't know what dangerous means
Until one day I felt something tugging on my jeans
It was "Date Rape" Doug but I jumped and got away clean
Awoke next morning not knowing where I was at
So I caught the next train coming down the tracks
An empty box car, a good place to relax
So I grabbed my knife, and rolled a smoke, ready for another attack
I would write and sing songs about what I had saw
After a while I began to doze off
Awoke next morning to a terrible shock
The train had stopped and I was in Salt Lake City Utah
Welcome my man to the Mormon land
The beer here sucks but the mountains are grand
The smog is great for your kids to play
You can have eight spouses unless you're gay
Come out here, spend your vacation
And you can get arrested and go home on probation
Come on folks can't you give me a hand
Caught the wrong train and now I'm in Mormon land
I'm in Mormon land
Everyone seems happy but really they're all sad
Covered by a prescription mask, driving all them mad
But the weather here is great and the rent ain't half bad
So I got myself a full-time job and a shitty bachelor pad
This wasn't what I wanted, my plan had come undone
I longed for California the land of the sun
Where even the booze and the weed out here comes from
This wasn't supposed to be my final outcome so
I'm in an apartment, staring at the wall
Thinking about blond beach babes standing five feet tall
Instead I'm in the city, feeling two feet small
Guess I should've just listened to my mom and got a job at the fucking mall
Welcome my man to the Mormon land
The beer here sucks but the mountains are grand
The smog is great for your kids to play
You can have eight spouses unless you're gay
Come out here, spend your vacation
And you can get arrested and go home on probation
Come on folks can't you give me a hand
I caught the wrong train and now I'm in Mormon land
I'm in Mormon land
I'm in Mormon land
I'm in Mormon land
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3. |
Dope Fiend
04:38
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I don't know why I try to get so high, its so delightful
This cannaddiction ain't a curse, its a fucking blessing
I don't care the strain, I'll even freebase resin
I don't care the strain or the potency
Just give me a hit of weed, my name is the Dope Fiend
Dope Fiend smokes for days and Dope Fiend smokes for weeks
He's circumcised to Devil's eyes, the munchies make him eat
Dope Fiend clouds up the skies, until the day that Dope Fiend dies
He dies
Oh yeah
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Naches Ave
04:38
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A big green island downtown, so simple and plain
All you see are sick faces, with themselves to blame
The people laugh and they point, as they drive by
But you can't see the pain that hides behind their eyes
They say it's alright that they can get what they need
Being a tweaker on Naches Ave just couldn't be beat
Naches Avenue, a street back home
Not so nice and it's not so clean but it's where I used to roam
The wealthy they won't speak of it, and the poor can't escape
It's one of the worst fucking roads in this beautiful Evergreen state
Go out there at night, stay until it's dark
That's when the real fun begins to start
They light up the sky, like the 4th of July
Only problem is that it happens every night
Nortes like their Colt .45s and Serenos prefer .38s
But down on Naches Ave both could seal your fate
Naches Avenue, a street back home
Not so nice and it's not so clean but it's where I used to roam
The wealthy they won't speak of it, and the poor can't escape
It's one of the worst fucking roads in this beautiful Evergreen state
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5. |
Open Road
04:04
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Knew a boy from a small orchard town
Wasn't much to do, not a culture around
But he had plenty of time to ponder, time to stake
Of when, and how, and where he was going to escape
This town still had that magnificent feel
His only problem was, it just didn't seem real
Good friends and fun times, were there to be had
But being in that valley, was driving him mad, so
When he came of age, he took his car and drove
Down that open road
Open road, hey, drive boy drive
Don't turn back now, there's so much in sight
So much for you, let yourself thrive
On that open road, hey drive boy drive
Drive boy drive
Grab the wheel, light up your smoke
Take a drink, and a quick toke
To you, directions need not be shown
The only law on the road is your own
Passing through La Grande, your truck breaks down
You try to find help, but there's no one around
So you go to the bar, looking to drink
You meet a cute blonde dancing, and she gives you a wink
Short little cowgirl, in that cute pink dress
The way she looked at you made you want to invest, so
They danced, and drank the night away
And later on she took him back to her place
They fucked a few, she passed out, he knew what he needs, so
He got dressed and grabbed her keys
Open road, hey, drive boy drive
Don't turn back now, there's so much in sight
So much for you, let yourself thrive
On that open road, hey drive boy drive
Drive boy drive
Drive boy drive
Open road, hey, drive boy drive
Don't turn back now, there's so much in sight
So much for you, let yourself thrive
On that open road, drive boy drive
Drive boy drive
Drive boy drive
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6. |
Puddle 19
02:27
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7. |
The Ballad of Joe Brady
06:02
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I know a man with a hairy chest, he loves PBR and cigarettes
Oh hey, his name is Joe Brady
His name is Joe and I'll tell his story today
I got in Govy one late afternoon
And I needed some alcohol that I could swoon
And that's when I met Joe Brady
He gave me a forty and told me to drink away
That night was loose, that night was good I wouldn't want to remember it even I could
All thanks, thanks to Joe Brady
If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here today
Got in his van down the hill and I didn't realize I was in for a thrill
All of a sudden Joe Brady yelled "No brakes"
The brakes gave out and we began to pray
Death trap van on hellish wheels
And that's when Joe Brady struck a deal with the Devil signing his life away
Satan now he will forever repay
Don't leave Joe, we want you here
I've got some dope and a couple of beers
And together, we can get crazy
Just remember folks, his name is Joe Brady
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8. |
Stroll With Satan
05:04
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If you see me walking down the street
Just let me pass you by
Cause you don't want to know what's cooking
In this hellish mind of mine
Keep on walking, don't ask me a thing
Cause in my mind the angels just don't sing
Only demons playing their songs
And you know that I want to play along
Devil has his fiddle and pan has his flute
They play a sweet, evil, tune till all good is mute
My ears are a tomb, forever engraved
Now tell me, can you be saved?
I don't know why I sing the blues
Maybe it's because I've got nothing to lose
My only answer, that's my only clue
As to how I feel when I'm without you
Now girl tell me, can you behave
And can you be saved?
Come on devil, I'll play your game
Not for money or for fame
Our souls are our stakes for each to claim
Now devil, tell me, do you want to play?
Roll your dice and draw your sword
Now devil I don't fear you anymore
I said roll your dice and draw your sword
Now devil do you think you'll send yourself
Down to your everlasting grave
And can you be saved?
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9. |
Wednesday
04:17
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