1. |
Emperor's Clothes
02:52
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now that I'm out on parole
now that I'm wearing an emperor's clothes
I'm out on my ass
on my own
hit the road
I'm out in the grass at the show
now that I'm out on parole
when I get home I'm gonna kill myself
can't go on living like a pile of filth
that break your heart?
were you believing in me?
sadly mistaken you just happen to be
are you gonna answer your phone?
or are you gonna end up alone?
oh! i can't wait!
to see you at the pearly gates
got no remorses
just a lot of mistakes
you know it's bad when you're lower than low
there's only so low you can go
now that I'm out on parole
when I get home I'm gonna have a drink
think about my life and sing
i did my time more than you'll ever know
there's only one place left to go
now that I'm out on parole
now that I'm out on parole
now that I'm wearing an emperor's clothes
I'm out on my ass
on my own
hit the road
over the pasture
my last rodeo
out with the brass at the show
now that I'm out on parole
now that I'm out on parole
now that I'm out on parole
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2. |
Wild Wicked World
02:59
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when you're out in the sticks
you got no address
and no where to go
you just need a friend
someone on a better end
i'm there when you call
wild wicked world
you make me wait so long
wild wicked world
you make it take so long
oh boy!
i've been out in the wild
hiking that moonlight mile
you're not going my way
i've got those LA city lows
tryna get to you when I know
i really can't change
don't want to feel tomorrow
how i felt today
i can feel you breathing
but you're miles away
wild wicked world
you make me wait so long
wild wicked world
you make it take so long
oh boy!
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3. |
All Night Girls
03:07
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jesus christ she's a good friend of mine
she's got an eye that'll make the world blind— ah!
what an ominous sign
she keeps a gun hidden under her dress
just for fun—for humaness—ah!
it's a touch of divine
and it feels like the leaves are falling,
out of their trees,
following you
and it feels like the eve is calling,
me out of the green,
out of the blue
and I feel like the world is burning when-
When them all night girls
keep me up all night
it's a far out world
it's a big white light
when them all night girls
keep me up all night
they're gonna find my body on the grapevine
jesus christ
she's a good girl to know
she makes the whitest snowflake snow
all right!
it's an obvious plight
it's all for fun
and only a test
I try my hardest
my human best
oh no!
why must it always be so?
and it feels like the leaves are falling,
out of their trees,
following you
and it feels like the eve is calling,
me out of the green,
out of the blue
and I feel like the world is burning when-
When them all night girls
keep me up all night
it's a far out world
it's a big white light
when them all night girls
keep me up all night
they're gonna find my body on the grapevine
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4. |
Golden Fool
03:24
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when I get back
from hollywood
the folks'll say:
"son you done real good
but you try too hard,
you golden fool
and life's not nice,
no, not like school
'cuz the darkest dark
before the dawn
will break your heart,
will lead you on
and the sun won't rise,
your day won't come
I'm about to call it in."
Nothing I can say or do
I bring my troubles home
back to you
Nothing I can say to win
I break your heart
again and again
When I get back
from where I'm from
weather worn
like a battle drum
you know you're not
the only one
staring your dreams down
in the sun
cuz the hardest part
has just begun
so find the art
in having fun
you've got to steal the good
before the good's gone
Nothing I can say or do
I bring my troubles home
back to you
Nothing I can say to win
I break your heart
again and again
The moral is
the story goes
once upon a time
that's all she wrote
once you were young
and now you're broke
look what the cat dragged in
cuz the darkest dark
before the dawn
will break your heart
will lead you all wrong
you've got to steal the good
before the good's gone
cuz your sun won't rise
your day won't come,
and I'm about to call it in
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5. |
Thank Your Mother
03:11
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mother nature's got a hold on me
now that we are never apart
I don't remember who I used to be
you know how lucky you are
to be smart
and greater minds might feel at ease
like a breeze or the national guard
but I thank your mother
cuz God I think I love ya
I know how lucky I am
to be yours
Sometimes I don't know what to do with my hands
I throw them up cuz I'm so glad I found you
Somebody wise, someone who understands
I Thank Your Mother for the world around you
over, over and again
Mother Nature's got ahold on me
now that we can't tell us apart
I don't remember who we used to be
you know how lucky we are
to be smart
and greater beings might feel at peace
like the Dalai Lama's guitar
but I Thank Your Mother
cuz God I think I love you
You know how lucky I am
to be sure
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6. |
Heavy Weathur
02:58
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heavy weathur
rising tide
if i could turn back, I'd
try to keep us together
heavy weathur
friends of mine
living the prime of our lives
we try to keep it together
all fours
i've been cryin on the floor
from set to sunrise
i've been running outside all night
with these tears in my eyes
a conversation we don't have to have twice
heavy weathur
every measure
I hope that we
can keep together
thru heavy weathur
all fours
i've been cryin on the floor
from set to sunrise
i've been running outside all night
with these tears in my eyes
a conversation we don't have to have twice
a conversation I'm just rolling the dice!
since four I been knockin at your door
in a fight for my life
I been runnin outside all night
in the Bay City lights
I'll cry a river til I drown and I die
heavy weathur
it's gettin better
I hope that we
can stay together
stay together
thru heavy weathur
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7. |
The Wokey Pokey
03:34
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when I get home
Ima light me up an eighth
put a corndog in the oven
with mustard on my plate
turn the knob up on the telly
tell me who to blame
cuz i haven't got a penny
just my gat, gat, gat, gat, gat, gat, gat!
the world's on fire
they tell me buy a hose
miss america's a liar
she got nothing to disclose
you do the wokey pokey
and you do the whatabout
and that's about the time you
take the country back, back, back
BLACKOUT
when i get woke
ima light me up an eighth
put a smokebomb in the oven
pour some whiskey on the flame
turn the gas up on the genny
jimmy up some crank
cuz I haven't got a penny
just my gat gat gat and roadhog
the world's on fire
so buy yourself a gun
and take it easy
you take it on the run
you do the wokey pokey
and you get it turned around
and that's about the time
the ice is melting down
we're living underground
spam and ass kickin
let's kill another billionaire
and eat him like a chicken
i'm blacked out in the kitchen
what the fuck you smoky?
you do the wokey pokey
yeah you do the wokey pokey
watch em fall like dominoes
Geronimo — K.O.
watch em fall like dominoes
Geronimo — K.O.
when i go rogue
ima light me up an eighth
put a bullet in the ballot box
and rambo up the place
like moses to the pharoh
i drive out all the snakes
in my chevy gold camaro
and my rat a tat tat tat tat tat
honkies to my left
wonkies to my right
it really doesn't matter
when whitey's colorblind
you do the wokey pokey
put that rifle in your mouth
put your hand upon the bible
let it — pow! pow! pow! pow!
watch em fall like dominoes
Geronimo — K.O.
watch em fall like dominoes
Geronimo — K.O.
(Do the Wokey Pokey)
watch em fall like dominoes
Geronimo — K.O.
(Do the Wokey Pokey)
watch em fall like dominoes
Geronimo — k- k- K.O!!
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8. |
Billie Jean King
05:48
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billie jean king
don't drink and drive
she's walking home
clutching her keys
like finger-knives
all alone
billie jean king
don't drink and drive
but she's gotta get home
to keep the cat alive
one of these days
gonna be tonight
sandra day
in a macrame
is riding by
she say "LBJ
take me all the way—
he's such a guy!"
so gimme everything that love don't buy
gimme richard nixon on the fourth of july
one of these days gonna be tonight
billie jean king
don't drink and drive
but she's goin 99
on the 405
billie jean king
don't drink and drive
but she's got to get to heaven
before she dies
martin luther king
couldn't die for your sins
and old don john
won't make you great again
someone's got to lose
someone's got to win
billie jean
i'm coming for you
but she's got to get to heaven
she's gotta go home
billie jean
one of these days gonna be tonight
but she's got to get to heaven
billie jean king's
not my lover
she's just a woman
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9. |
Out After Dark
05:10
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is it strange?
to be strange
when you're out
in the park
out in the dark
having a lark
home on the range
is it strange?
to be strange
when you're out
on your own
and so alone
you're never at home
never in pain
dang!
i don't remember your name
but i've seen you before
i remember your face
and dang!
every word that you say
i'm feeling your aura
it's coming off sage
can you explain?
can you explain?
my lonesome pain
and dang!
i don't remember your name
but i've seen you before
remember your place
and i hope
when you open the door
you open your heart
you open it sure
can you explain?
can you explain?
my lonesome pain
i'm still searchin
cuz i'm still hurtin
i'm still searchin
cuz i'm still learnin
i'm still searchin
cuz i'm still hurtin
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10. |
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the sun was up
it was night out
the moon was full
it was quiet out
it rained all night
we left the wine out
it filled your cup
and put the fire out
the stars were bright
but it was light out
the dusk was dawn
we were tired out
when winter came
the snow fell
alone with you
in Greenfield
Ma's Poor Flower Harvest
it's only greens
Ma's Poor Flower Harvest
she gave to me
and I'm done spending my life
wandering like a goddamn fool
next time I'm gettin it right
I'll wander with a fool like you
Ma's Poor Flower Harvest Blues
I died for you
we don't go there
I cried for you
you were nowhere
your afterglow
like an old prayer
won't comfort me
but I don't care
the sun was up
but it was night out
the moon was gold
it brought the choir out
the day was long
we got the shine out
and wrote this song
now we're all cried out
Ma's Poor Flower Harvest
it's only greens
God knows what's it cost us?
It's only dreams
and I'm done spending my life
wandering like a goddamn fool
next time I'm gettin it right
I'll wander with a fool like you
Ma's Poor Flower Harvest Blues
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11. |
Mississippi Cissy
03:36
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woke folks
don't whistle dixie
in Biloxi, USA
so I wrote a ditty
for Mississippi
about a cowboy out in the hay
He didn't have a friend in the world
just the constitution
Never saw the edge of the world
Just the institution
but he's fine, really I'm fine
wake me pp Millennium
been privy, livin in the city
I love my wife, I love my son
never felt a joy in the world
til the day we swam in the lake
never knew a pain so pure
til the night they drove you away
never felt asleep at the wheel
now I'm always falling awake
So one more song for a Mississippi Cissy
Growing up hard in the heart of the city
One more song for a Mississippi Cissy
Growing up fast in cold dead Dixie
Haven't got a friend in the world
just this coalwind whippin my face
Haven't seen the end of the world
Just this ole one slippin away
Haven't seen my best friend, Wes Virginia
I see boy, them ole snake jeans still fit ya
I don't play the trucks no more,
I just rest my eyes in the shade
Catch a glimpse from time to time
But I'd never get in your way
I drive for miles, but in my mind
I'm just a cowboy shootin the breeze
So one more song for a Mississippi Cissy
Growing up hard in the heart of the city
One more song for a Mississippi Cissy
Growing up fast in cold dead Dixie
I'm fine, really I'm fine
I'm only goin out like a flame
got a future, movin to Vancouver
I'm never givin up on the rain
and pretty soon, a lily moon
is gonna rise and brighten my day
So boys, won't you take me away?
woke up in the middle of the night cuz
Mississippi's in the middle of a fire
choked up in the middle of the night but
Wokey Dokey I'll just whittle here a while
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Pancho Morris California
Pancho Morris is a musician and actor from Oakland CA.
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