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Ogallala
03:10
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Was afraid, went off course
Ran aground on my horse
My canteen, is bone dry, teeth they clatter
Could wring out my heavy cloak, use it just like liquid smoke
But i wish i had a fresh drink of water
I feel silly roaming out here on the plains
I can barely tell the saddle from the reigns
But i'd better buck up, tell my mare to giddy up
Singing tunes of Smith Ballew to my heart's patter
Ogallala la la la....
Ogallala i like you best from afar
Thought i liked the simple life, got my compass got my knife
Got enough flints to light up the whole hereafter
But my stomach rumbles on, can't bring myself to set upon
A buffalo, let alone a fuzzy rabbit
I spy a chuck wagon approaching in the mist
They've got peach cobbler and buttermillk biscuits
But i'm stuck here on this log, guess i'm finished with this slog
I'm not cutout for the wilds of Nebraska
Ogallala la la la
Ogallala i will love you from afar
Ogallala la la la
Ogallala i like you just the way you are
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Crayfish Crawfish
02:43
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Is it a crayfish or is it a crawfish?
Do you call it sushi, or is it just a raw fish?
When you eat corn on the cob, do you nibble just a little
Or hold it like a log and bite a stripe down the middle?
There's so many ways to do these things
No wrongs a lotta rights, makes me feel outta sight
Is it a dollop or is it a drizzle?
Do you call em jimmies, or rainbow sprinkles
When you make SOS what do you use for the shingle,
A burned piece of toast, mashed potatoes, or a pringle?
There's so many ways to say what you want
What's soda in Dakota might be pop in Vermont
Why do they call it funnel cake?
It doesn't look like a funnel and i wouldn't say
That it resembles cake at all,
But it's a better name than that ho-hum fried dough
Is it a tad, or is it just a little?
Do you call it toffee, or is it peanut brittle?
When you're going down to the corner for some filling for some bread
Is it a grinder or a hoagie or a sub you're gonna get
And after all that, second-guessing it again
Are you visiting a bubblah or a water fountain?
Is it a crayfish or is it a crawfish
Do you call it sushi, or is it just a raw fish?
When you eat corn on the cob do you nibble just a little
Or spin it like a top with your head on a swivel?
There's so many ways to do these things
I'd rather wear dungarees than boring old jeans
Tomatoes and tomahtos are the least of it it seems
Different walks - i like it a lot
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You can't get there from here, sorry to say you're out of luck
No way you're going door-to-door, unless you've got a 4x4
Like Hansel and Gretel with their fists all full of crumbs
You're gonna have to chart a path
To get back to where you are from
I'll show you my map
Might do more harm than help
These two roads here they don't connect,
And the one in the middle hasn't been built yet
So go 100 feet - you'll come upon a fork
Take a left at that and keep an eye out for:
A family of bears, carved from an old pine trunk
They introduce old Wilson Road, cuz that sign fell down years ago
So head on 'round that bunch, keep walking a straight line
Squint your ears, and perk your eyes
Cuz in the distance you will find
A barn with a chimney in the middle that's painted
With a Mural of the Ascension
Across from that is a red schoolhouse
With a mailbox painted like a fire engine
Go past these, you'll know you're on the right track
Disregard old Spicy Sage
His default when you ask him that is
(chorus)
As the crow flies, that's a saying for the birds!
Hike up those britches high, we've got a mudflat to traverse
Follow this red line, you can barely make it out
It curves around old bubbling brook
And it lets you out by the old schoolhouse
Well if we all had wings, this place is really close
But you can't get there in your fancy car
Cuz here in the sticks, there ain't no roads
But you'll see that there's perks to living off the beaten path
When Mabel comes and offers you
A pint from her blackberry patch!
As if that weren't enough we've got miles of corn in September
After that we'll tap the trees
You'll see that maple syrup gleam!
You're gonna learn to love living Mother Nature's Way
Don't let the locals scare you off
When they look you right in the eye and scoff
(chorus)
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Lonely Summer
02:28
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It's been a lonely Summer
It's bound to be a lonelier Fall
And the Winter months, don't even need a reason
They're the desolatest ones of all
I know - i've been feeling ill at ease and
I know the reason - the reason is the season
I think i'll have a better time just staying at home
I'm not alone
So i don't bother your cheery blue eyes
What're you; exempt?
For that i feel contempt
Here i am balancing the weight of the world
You're putting bids in on a fifth edition Starscream
It's been a lonely Summer
It's bound to be a lonelier Fall
And the Winter months, don't even need a reason
They're the desolatest ones of all
It seems i cease to be merry
Every year when we reach January
I think i'll have a better time just staying at -
It's times like these the social scene is not a place where i belong
I think i'll have a better time staying at -
Just point the Presto Heat Dish in my general direction and be gone
I think i'll have a better time just staying at home.
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5. |
All Your Words
03:13
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I come stumbling in from a night of running 'round
To find you staring glumly out at tinsel town
I wanna tell you who i saw
Who got kicked out, who played guitar
But all i get is a cold shoulder as you icily regard me
With your chilly bloodshot eyes - have you been up all night?
You gravely say you were so tired but felt that it was only right
To wait up til i got home, some kinda gentlemanly code
Well i can see right through your phony rigmarole
You blame it on a woman who harmed you
But i won't pay for all those sins
Cuz i'm not her, and it's not back then
So redirect your words into your pillow on the floor
Cuz honey, what you say can't hurt me anymore
Think back to nights, with just the two of us
You seemed to relish every chance to orate and interrupt
"You know how women are" sez you
While clearly having not a clue
My plan is set, my foot is out the door
So long, adieu!
Well it was four nights ago that i took leave of you
Through bramble bushes, nettle trees, i made it though
My exit it was quick, i didn't look back, not a stitch
Even when i had my thumb out on the shoulder of Route 6
And all those fickle friends you used to know
Were all dropping hints that i should learn to let you go
Well i've finally seen the light, and now i'm headed for the door
Cuz honey what you say can't hurt me anymore
You blame it on a slip of the tongue but
Too many times you've said too much
I'd be a fool to ignore such a weasely display
I didn't notice it before
But honey now your words can't reach me anymore
Talk all you want, see i'm not listening anymore
Your audience has dwindled to your desk and floor
Even the cat has noticed your boorish rapport
Cuz honey - what you say can't hurt me anymore
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Off to the Race
02:41
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I see you lurking on a Saturday night
I sidle over trying to will your eyes to look my way
I got a lotta things to say
Concentrate on the pint look easygoing...
Time is your mate
The band they kick into a foot-stomping song
The guy behind me spills his drink on my arm
When i back up - to grab a cloth to clean it off
It's close quarters, I slip jostle your seat
And our eyes meet
Two hours later and my plan's taking shape
Hope i don't blow it, trying to put on the brakes
I talk too fast - but so do you; it's such a blast
The band's long gone, and the barkeep's closing up
But we're not done
The sun is making it's appearance too soon
Don't look over that way - over this way we're still backlit by the moon
Don't wanna say goodnight
But I've got all these little things
To smile about until we meet again
Let's keep this thing rolling
Off to the race, we're gonna win
Off to the race, we're gonna win!
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