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Dumpster Cat
01:50
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Since I've left the earth has turned completely 'round the sun
I'm done growing now, just standing still
But in that time a feral cat has grown and reached its peak
Standing there outside my windowsill
Been raining mighty hard since last morning
But I'm sorry to say that I can't let you in
I'm sleeping on the bed of a master of my own
And he doesn't take too well to your kind
Soon I'll take the road from which I came
There's nothing more for you that I can do
I wouldn't say its you that I'm ignoring
But the love I hoped I'd never feel for you
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Can I Rise
02:27
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These walls one day were painted white
They're stained yellow with smoke and rage
So may a breath of fresh air blow through the back door, carry me to a new age
How can I rise
There lies a park right down the lane
My friends and foes all gathered here around me
But there's always a man when the park shuts down that never seems to leave
How can I rise
My daughter wields a dagger on her tongue
Can outwork the toughest mule on the deadliest of days
Yet time and again the bossman says he ain't got a dime to pay
How can I rise
Someday I'll pack my things and head for town
Work my way to blessed peace, make my mother proud
Climb the winding steps above and sing my praise out loud
How can I rise
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Someday Waltz
02:36
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Stop painting daisies boy, don't waste your time
Give yourself direction, straighten out your mind
Time isn't money, but work does you fine
Son, you'll be a grown man someday
Get yourself a suit son, pinstriped and black
Give friends your money, watch it grow in their hands
Travel to big lectures held all 'cross the land
Son, you'll be a grown man someday
Steer clear of women, they won't ease your pain
Buy yourself a house, shelter from the rain
Hard stone will save you boy, time and again
Son, you'll be a grown man someday
Fear not your future, the path that you tread
There'll be plenty of time for living when you're comfortably dead
Sit back and treasure the good times ahead
Son, you'll be a grown man someday
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May The Devil Swing By
02:52
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I don't like songs about the rain
I've heard too many in my time
And it's an overdrawn cliche
That life is hell beneath the morbid skies of gray
So throw one on the fire
Wrap your weary feet and lie down next to me
May the devil swing by at the crack of dawn and turn around once again
'Cause tonight my dear, we ain't got a one place to go
He's bound to break the door down soon
He'll smell the fear from a land away
Worn to dust from the longer days
Temper sanded thin, head's an awful ache
So throw one on the fire
Wrap your weary feet and lie down next to me
May the devil swing by at the crack of dawn and turn around once again
'Cause tonight my dear, we ain't got a one place to go
We've got no plan to plan ahead
It never works out anyhow
And I've left a couple points unsaid
We'll break it piece by piece, run when the levee's down
So throw one on the fire
Wrap your weary feet and lie down next to me
May the devil swing by at the crack of dawn and turn around once again
'Cause tonight my dear, we ain't got a one place to go
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Road To Chicago
04:26
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Dug a bike out the backyard shed, still works like a charm
Thick toothed tires and hard spokes ready to ride
Gonna tackle the hardnosed trail of the California-Illinois line
Shower up, shave and stand out right by your side
And he's sweet, he's witty, shares what he's got
And what little he's got is enough
His loyal and gentle way give you reason enough to stay
But still I pedal on
Broke the gate of the Grass Valley north to the desert below
Picturesque state of despair for not an ounce of hope
Rang the bell of the Great Salt Lake, found a friendly hello
Selling my pride back for two cents door to door
And he's sweet, he's witty, shares what he's got
And what little he's got is enough
His loyal and gentle way give you reason enough to stay
But still I pedal on
Says on the map that I passed Cheyenne, must have missed it I s'pose
Plowed through the trail to the Omaha border just a pinching my nose
Turn the page on the fields of gold, got a chapter to go
To catch in my eye the lakeside that you call home
And he's sweet, he's witty, shares what he's got
And what little he's got is enough
His loyal and gentle way give you reason enough to stay
But still I pedal on
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Punch The Clock
02:04
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I woke up this morning to a world without the trees
Had no place left to hide, laid out for all to see
Send me back to my foggy dream with the hookworms in my head
Punch the clock, babe, and I'll head back to bed
I've got gin in the cupboard, expired milk in the fridge
It's seven o' clock in the evening, I haven't moved an inch
It's times like these I start to think my heart is made of lead
Punch the clock, babe, and I'll head back to bed
I've got quite a bit to explain, but nothing to say
I'm leaving you tomorrow eleven years too late
One more minute awake in hell's the only thing I dread
Punch the clock, babe, and I'll head back to bed
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