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Let’s you and me head to the moon
We’ll find us a little peace and quiet
It’s getting tight down here ain’t no more room
And hell, I just want to try it
Plenty of space up there to spread our wings
Least that’s what it looks like from down here
We’re gonna gather up all of your pretty things
And just - just disappear
Soon
So soon
So soon I’m headed off to the moon
Or what do ya think about that big bright star
The blue one in Cassiopeia
We can drive there in my old junk car
Tell the neighbors and your mother- we’ll see ya
But let’s just settle on that old moon
We can thumb our noses at the folks we left behind
Sit on a rock whistle an old country tune
They’ll spy us in their telescopes se we’re doin’ just fine
Soon
So soon
So soon I’m headed off to the moon
It don’t matter if we go far
To the moon or to a star
I just want to see the earth in my rear view mirror
I’m just tired of all this nonsense down here
Soon
So soon
So soon I’m headed off to the moon
Ya comin’?
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I'm not worried about time
Seen all the good Lord can send
Throttle up and heading round the bend
And then some
All my exes say I'm going straight to hell
For all the shit I mighta said and done
I just tell ‘em babe it’s been fun
And then some
And my bones are telling me it's time to get out on the road
Ain’t nothing here tying me down
Sell a few of my guitars
Sleep out underneath the stars
See the deep heart of the country
And then some
So I roll out my FatBoy v-twin
Riding low and heavy nothin’ to lose
That horse was born to cruise
And then some
Hot Texas wind in my face
Nothing but scrub, pumpjacks and barbed wire
With no premise or desire I head down the road
And then some
Don’t need the world and it don’t need me
Just this ribbon of road from Abilene to El Paso
At my age I should know
Which way my wheels go
It’s all just a shot in the dark
And then some
I’m not worried about time
Rear view mirror showing me what I left behind
And then some
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Little Ballerina
03:47
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Verse:
I begged you to leave crumbs for me to follow
I was so afraid I’d slip your hand and lose the way
You seemed determined to run into the future
And leave me fumbling for the right words to say
Right words to say
Never had the right words to say
Verse:
Your dream was to dance on the big stage
Mine was to keep you here in this box for myself
You were afraid I’d close the lid and stop the music
Discarded toys on a forgotten shelf
Some forgotten shelf
Forgotten shelf
Chorus:
Won’t you come back to me my little ballerina
Won’t you dance for me just one more time
I’ll wind up the old music box melody
That I kept when you left me behind
I kept when you left me behind
Bridge:
I don’t blame you for being afraid
I don’t blame you for running away
My love was a heart shaped lock
On a gilded box
On a gilded box
Verse:
I see your name in the marquee lights
They throw roses at your feet
He throws you high up in the air
I throw myself down on this street
Down on this street
Down on this street
Chorus:
Ballerina, my little ballerina
Won’t dance for me one more time
Ballerina, my little ballerina
Why did you leave me behind
Why did you leave me behind
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While I Was Dreamin’
03:57
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This life of ours
Must have happened
While I was dreaming
During an afternoon nap
On a Sunday in July
My eyes closed for a moment
While I was reading
About some distant war
Or last night’s baseball game
And in this dream I remember
Being married
To the most beautiful girl
In our neighborhood
We said our vows
At the Church of St. Cecilia
And honeymooned at your Uncle’s
Cabin on the Sound
I might have had a job
I don’t remember
I must have kissed you good-bye
A million times or more
I drove along the back roads
To avoid the highway
Then headed home
The exact same way I come
I dreamed of two
Little girls chasing an old dog
In a postage stamp back yard
Running through the sprinkler
You called their names and I turned around
I watched them run through the back door
Through my arms that tried
To hold them in that time
There were Halloweens’
Christmases
Birthdays and 4th of July
Skinned knees and broken hearts
All tumbling by and by
In this dream
In this dream
In this dream I heard music
And it pulled me up to waking
I was on the back porch
And you were singing some
Sweet old song
I couldn’t tell if it was
Dream or it was real
I couldn’t tell if I was dead
Or still Earthly bound
But I do know it was my life
And it made me happy
That we spent this time together you and I
It doesn’t matter if I dreamt
That we were twenty or we were ninety
It’s just dream
Just a sweet dream after all
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Dirt Road Pickin'
03:36
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We ain’t never going to sing in Nashville
Up on that sacred Ryman stage
We ain’t going to harmonize with Willie
Or any of the greats of our age
We just hook it up every night
Playing to the drunks at the bar
Feeling a bit like Alice
Wondering where the hell we are
We’re just Dirt Road Pickin’
Different city every night
Dirt Road Pickin’
Sing along and you’ll feel alright
Well you might be right it’s closing time
But they’re asking us to play one more
A little rock-n-roll for their mortal souls
They’re up and dancing across the floor
It don’t matter how old ya get
If you got three chords and an old guitar
And sing the songs they’re asking ya for
The ones they all know by heart
And in the cold early morning
Well we pack it all away
The banjos and the mandolins
And the music we love to play
We’re just Dirt Road Pickin’
You don’t need to know our names
Dirt Road Pickin’
Travellin’ down the dusty lanes
We’re just Dirt Road Pickin’
One more song before they turn out the lights
Dirt Road Pickin’
Sing along and you’ll feel
Yeah you’ll feel alright
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Shotgun Wedding
03:11
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I was just a little kid
Watching Friday night TV
It’s was getting late
Mama says it’s bedtime for me
I'm looking around
Don’t see my sister anywhere
Oh man she’s out on a date
Some guy with tattoos and long hair
Daddy calls him a hippie
I ain’t sure what that means
He gives me rides on his bike
So he seems alright to me
It’s getting later and later
Mama says she’s worried some
Daddy says we’ll see about that
Goes looking for his gun
There’s gonna be a shotgun wedding
Yeah a shotgun wedding tonight
My sister don’t know it
But she’s gonna be a bride
Gonna have a shotgun wedding
Yeah a shotgun wedding tonight
I knew my sister weren’t no Virgin Mary
Her hippie-biker boyfriend wasn't all that scary
But Daddy was old school
And Mama ain’t no fool
We’re gonna have a shotgun wedding
Yeah a shotgun wedding tonight
My sister don’t know it
But she’s gonna be a bride
Gonna have a shotgun wedding
Yeah a shotgun wedding tonight
Yeah a shotgun wedding
Yeah a shotgun wedding
Tonight . . .
He said I now pronounce you man and wife
Til death do you part
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Old Things
03:00
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Verse:
I love drivin’ an old car
And the way they rumble right along
The smell of rust and oil
Push in a button to find a song
Verse:
And I love an old dog
They give you love til their dying day
Showing me how to get back up
Even though we’re too sore to play
Chorus:
Yeah I love the old things
Yeah I love the old ways
I trust the tried and true
The red white and blue
And the dusty old road
That brings me home to you
Verse:
I love the old time music
Evenings on the porch in a glider swing
Sippin on sweet tea
Strumming my Daddy’s old six string
Verse:
I love the old stuff people call junk
Hidden in the barn loft back aways
Old trunks, old coins, old toys and magazines
Memories of easier days
Chorus:
Yeah I love the old things
Yeah I love the old ways
I trust the tried and true
The red white and blue
And the dusty old road
That brings me home to you
Bridge:
Well I’m looking ahead and looking back
All in the same frame
I ain’t afraid of dying
Just hopin’ y’all remember my name
And so I walk into the years
With no plan in mind
Yes I may be an old stone
But I’m happy I’ve been weathered by time
Chorus:
Cuz I love the old things
Yeah I love the old ways
I trust the tried and true
The red white and blue
And the dusty old road
That brings me home to you
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Cupcake Blues
02:58
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A Southern Man
03:14
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She Didn't Feel Right
04:17
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Hillbilly Backyard
02:56
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In Here
03:31
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Whatever
04:57
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Keeping My Secrets
04:39
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Waitin' On A Revolution
03:05
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Walkin' down the road
Got a light in my hand
Sun is high in the noon day sky
And I'm lookin' for an honest man
There's gonna be a revolution
A revolution
There's gonna be a revolution
A revolution
Waitin' on my revolution
My revolution
And baby - heads are gonna roll
Big Brother's steppin' out
He's got a twinkle in his eye
He's got a hand in my pocket
He's bleedin' me dry
Call it war call it genocide
Call it what you will
People die Presidents lie
Blood and oil spill
There's gonna be a revolution
A revolution
There's gonna be a revolution
A revolution
Waitin' on my revolution
My revolution
And baby - heads are gonna roll
Listen (to it)
Raise up your voice and
Shout it out (right in their face)
We've got no choice and
Take it apart
And throw it down
Against the wall
Who will be the first - the first to fall?
Guns and gasoline
Lay it on the line
Rip it outta my cold dead hands
Yeah baby I got mine
There's gonna be a revolution
A revolution
There's gonna be a revolution
A revolution
Waitin' on my revolution
My revolution
And baby - heads are gonna roll
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Darryl Gregory Connecticut
Take a little Mellencamp, throw in some Cash, stir with a dash of Hiatt and flavor with Springsteen & Earle. Sounds Like Darryl Gregory. Heat-n-Eat! mmm good.
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