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and on...
02:12
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2. |
Boots of El Paso
02:13
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3. |
"Four-Trains"
01:24
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Hard rains they aint fallin
Hard rains aint gonna fall
Fat enblubbereb rafts
Shards of pain make their way back in
"Utter crap, utter crap
Every first draft!"
Quatrains of stained brains
flattened under glass
and belief came with a search warrant this time on my ass
I could guess you'd say
he picked me
though he was walking
and I didn't need to be carried
through narrow lanes
I avoid looking toward
the backseat
or
behind me
or
really
of anywhere of which to speak
I had nothing to say
I had nothing on my brain
I let him interrupt me
When he did I'd calm down
and drift
"That goddamn sun won't stop,"
I thought right before we got popped
Now I'm avoiding speaking
to the police
to the "cops"
King of the Fuck-Ups
does a tour of Mississippi
extracts secrets from dogs
through the embrace of a king
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4. |
"Fours"
02:20
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Nobody sweats
Like a drunk in the sun
Seventeenth street
It was fatter
It was easier
When we were doing it all wrong
I rowed my boat
Through the shit house
To the crack house
Through the crack wars
On all fours
Now I freelance
Holding places in line at the DMV
The pays not much it's not anything
I confess
That my hand was at my own throat
I rowed my boat back home
Back home I lie
I'm not goin' back no more
On all fours
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5. |
Jeff
01:00
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6. |
Severe Guest I
01:20
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Enlightenment
Trite bullshit
Keep your hands
I'll take the clause
Long knocked up pause
The drive was dark
The hard hearted towns that
bring you down
I believe you trust I'll stop
Take the haul
Take cover
Take it all
Cut the Pensacola girls
Are long gone
When they're starin' at you
honey
just convince yourself that you're wrong
the downtowns cleared for the telethon
when you grabbed my hand
said boy you're handsome for a man
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7. |
Sugar
01:22
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Horse Nurse Denton, Texas
Horse Nurse
Denton, Texas
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