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funny
01:32
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you look at me a little bit funny
cause I won't work when I need money
you think I am crazy cause
my eyes fill with glitter when I think I'm in love
you think two lefts make a right
but that won't get you home at the end of the night
cause I live two rights left of you
ain't nothin stick around me quite the way you do
you know I've been missin' you so hard
so you put my name on the back of a post card
but that won't get me through the day
so you slap it on a beer and you send it my way
ain't no one get me quite the way you do
ain't no one ever will by the time I'm through
cause I'm the only vegan likes her eggs all runny
and I'd sleep on the streets if it was next to you honey
I love you like it was meant to be
I'd love you a lot more if you we're next to me
but we fight a lot less when we're states apart
cause we both got a case of whiskey on the heart
yeah I love you more then whiskey
cross my heart
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2. |
cowgirls
02:50
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well I get up every morning at the break of dawn
play an old record put some coffee on
but the music only serves to remind me
of all the days I've left behind me
one more cup and another smoke
its one more day on the range alone
I don't sleep to good at night
If you were here, then maybe I might
but it seems the only cowgirls I know
they run alone
everyday's new but its gettin' old
and these ranch hands need something to hold
I get sore when each days done
and I can't help thinking you're the only one
but it's one more day far from home
seems I'm takin' this road alone
I won't back down from a fight
If you were here then maybe I might
but it seems the only cowgirls I know
they run alone
I get drunk when each day's through
cause everything just reminds me of you
I sure hope she treats you well
cause everyday without you's another in hell
and I can't take another minute alone
once you're gone you can never go home
I can't take one more night
if you were here then maybe I might
but it seems the only cowgirls I know
they run alone
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3. |
home
03:51
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time is passin' like
rain drops on a window
or riding you bike up hill
don't think you can make it
then you never will
(chorus)
there's so many roads to get on home
but when you get there
you're always alone
well I wish I knew what I know now
I'd show you what I'm all about
but you're gone
does my face connect?
I'm pretty sure it doesn't
and if I'm correct, would you go?
if I didn't point it out
would you ever know?
chorus
how far to the moon?
don't tell me not to day dream
or pretty soon I'll be just like you
and then the foot
would be on the other shoe
chorus
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4. |
austin texas
04:02
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things have changed, that's for sure
he's rearranged
and switched the locks on what was our door
and I've got no where to run
if I dare to close my eyes my only dream
is we ain't done
never saw my point of view
so I filled that truck up with my bags
and threw my cares into the rear-view there with you
pick any place
yeah austin texas that'll do
that'll do
she's movin' in, and it's movin fast
it's hard to win
when all your aces are in the past
and I don't want to come undone
but my glue is off this beaten path
and I really hope this roads the one
if I give up my need to roam
I know that I could find a place
to call my home
but I still wanna run
just know I'm gonna keep my things a packed
cause this road I'm on, it ain't done
never saw my point of view
so I filled that truck up with my bags
and threw my cares into the rear-view there with you
pick any place
yeah austin texas that'll do
that'll do
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