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Expectation and the Blues |
Five Dollar Bill |
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know I over-intellectualize When really what I'm feelin's a lot of shit inside, But Jesus it's hard to self-actualize When you can't stop thinkin' about going home. You can't really ever go home like they say, And if you do it's all messed up anyway And besides the shit they tried to tell you back there Gets in your hair and messes up your head everyday CHORUS: And that's why I'm here to tell you that there's nothin' left to lose, Except for maybe all the expectation and the blues. And I've come to tell you that you've nothin' left to prove Most especially not to expectation and the blues. http://www.free-lyrics.org/5961-Corb-Lund-Band.html Well who's got it right, and who thinks he's wrong? We movin' too fast, or are we takin' too long To find some common values that I can't seem to locate No matter where I end up for the week? It's a pretty tough call when all you can see Is numbing government when you look at the TV And the big business Satan And cops that would love to take your head off if they had half a chance. CHORUS My Mormon cousins think I'm nuts, but they're out of touch And today I got my finger on the pulse of the monster. Not the biblical stuff or the TV bullshit, But somethin' deep and real, global and truly ugly. So as I walk out into the sunlight to face the music And leave the casino behind me in the dark, I know in my heart the things we see around us in the world today are a mess, But it's not all our fault, so hey...
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CHORUS: I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill But I won't be able to sing it until I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back. I first got the five dollars from a Montana man when he come across the line with a pistol in his hand, He said "Gimme all your money," but I got to his first, and I took his Colts too and the whole first verse. You see you couldn't buy liquor in the States back then so we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin, Rode underneath the shadow of the grande Old Chief to get some northern Rocky Mountain kinda tax relief You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down and the veterinary bills to the doctor in town, Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed and a big old bank lien was over my head. http://www.free-lyrics.org CHORUS They wouldn't stop talking about Canadian rye; bouquet and the palate and it's crisp and it's dry in a Seagrams bottle, tasted mighty top shelf, I said "well, thank you very much, sir, I cooked it myself." Of course, that didn't wash with the boys down south judging by the stream of color coming out of their mouth, Though I can't figure why, cuz from where I stood, it got 'em just as damn drunk as any store bought would.
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