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Pumpkin Wind
03:22
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Well every day we inch a little closer t'wards doom
and it dont matter if you locked up sittin' in your room
A civil war is imminent, and I can't believe I'm livin it
I just don't know what Im a gonna do
So I been drinkin seltzer's
While the arctics swelterin'
Lord it feels like summertime
When it should be pumpkintime
The leaves went straight to brown
I been tryin not to frown
oh baby i need me some pumpkin wind
In a couple years I’ll be growing bananas
Unless I find a way to move to Canada
War War 3 is nearin’ quick, I can’t believe I’m hearing it
I just don't know where Im a gonna go
The good book tells a story bout a flood
It talks about strife and wars and lots of blood
History’s been repeatin’ while we all been sleepin’
There just ain’t no place left to go
So I been drinkin seltzer's
While the arctics Sweltin'
Lord it feels like summertime
When it should be pumpkintime
The leaves went straight to brown
I been tryin not to frown
oh baby i need me some pumpkin wind
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The Journey
04:16
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Well I gave you the map and I marked with an X
In the northern woods, under tall pine trees
Where the cold hard winds a blowin
Well the journey was rough and rocky
But we made it there just fine
Campin out in a pirate tent
In the cold november moonshine
We setup camp on the bank of the lazy river,
I brought a banjo and you brought a bottle of wine
Late at night when the moon shine starts to shimmer
We’ll sing them good ole songs from the days gone by
Don’t you know this journeys gonna be just fine
At the break of dawn I woke up
To the smell of a rum-ham fry
We ate our fill then we saddled up
Headin west on a long hard ride
We made it up to fort Kearney
Bought whiskey and traded some furs
Got back on the road good and early
Just a proddin that hoss with my spurs
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Gather 'round the Table
04:00
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Gather 'round The Table
from Bo Exotic by Uneasy Ryders
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Pumpkin pie and cider, the simple joys of fall
dancin’ round the fire is the best of all
The whole year you've been a rover
But the year is almost over
So gather round the table
Rest your horse in my stable
The cats gon’ help us cook the food, the dog's gon’ clean the floor
So c'mon baby don't be blue, let's get on them chores.
Oh the snows been falling hard
Animal footprints in my yard
So gather round the table
And we'll sit and write a fable
Way down in my cold dark woods, them bears are hunkerin down
You'd be lucky if you could, find a nicer spot in town
Oh the wind is blowing cold
But that's no reason to feel old
So gather round the table
For one day we'll be unable.
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Alabama riverboat gambler
Hes got a pokerface like you never seen
Alabama riverboat gambler
Livin off a pork an beans
Alabama riverboat gambler
Not as glamorous as he may seem
Been livin the life of a gambler
Since he was just 15
Floatin on down the bayo
Smokin that injun’ tobacco
You can almost hear the banjos in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
Some say he was born in the mountains
Way back in tennessee
Some say hes the child of a mississippi river
Freeborn as a man can be
Sitting plush with a royal flush
Aces back to back oh no
Hes crazier than Crazy Otto
And hes meaner than Wolfman Jack
Floatin on down the bayo
Smokin that injun’ tobacco
You can almost hear the banjos in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
Way on down in the bayou land
Where the alligators own the scene
The gambler man had to make his stand
Against another man like he never seen
Bullet bill from way back in the hills
Had a look in his eyes like he wanted to kill, oh no
After bout 13 rounds of poker
He slang a gun up over his shoulder
But Alabama was a quick draw
He shot Bill square in the jaw
You can almost hear him screamin in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
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5. |
Waynesboro
05:28
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Well, I don’t know which way it’s gonna blow,
This evenin’s goin’ to slow.
Think I'm gon' call up, that little lady
Maybe this time she'll say maybe
Up in Waynesboro, Up in Waynesboro,
It’s where she live. X2
Heading west on 64 on a sunday
Tryna find some love, not just some one night stand
Ain't quarantinin' I don't care what the news say
Got the good lord above me, I know he wouldn't ruin my plans.
Saw her the other day in Walmart parking lot
We sat and chilled and smoked a little pot
Things was lookin up, I thought found the rainbow
But pretty soon the shit winds began to blow
Up in Waynesboro, Up in Waynesboro,
It’s where I been. X2
Baby Girl, we livin’ in tough times,
Had to make a couple couple crimes,
Up in Waynesboro, Up in Waynesboro,
That’s where I did em;.
Baby girl, ya know I been wantin’ to do some stuff with you but you don’t like me, you don’t trust me, you don’t probably even wanna know my name.
Baby girl, you’ve got me caught out in the rain.
I was mellow on an evening
When I caught a new strange feelin’
Tickle way down back in my throat lord
Hoping it ain't that rón'
Up in Waynesboro, Up in Waynesboro,
It’s where I got sick. X2
Heading east on 64 on a sunday
Tryna find some love, not just some one night stand(one night stand) Ain't quarantinin' I don't care what they say
Got the good lord above me, I know he wouldn't ruin my plans.
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6. |
I Know They're Right
03:20
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've been weighed down by these chains
Their rust has been staining my skin
With an iron plate
I've been branded by the nature of my sin
Some people think I'm lazy, I know they're right
And if you don't want to face me stay outta my sight.
Lord I feel like I been gettin’ beat
Like a dog in the back of the woods
Out in the summer heat
Walking a mile long of a bed of coals
Been drinkin’ whiskey
And stayin’ low
Been sippin’ that whiskey
Got no place to go
Gonna take it easy
Gonna feel alright
Been sippin’ that whiskey
Just about every night
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7. |
I Guess I'll Die
04:28
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Well I guess the time has finally come,
the human race is nearly done.
Some dude ate a bat,
or maybe some rare cat,
and now Judgement day has begun.
I guess I’ll die,
If I don’t do it myself some raider will.
I been livin’ a lie,
Survivin’ this hell ain’t no thrill
3 weeks in I read out of bird meat,
3 days later I ran outta dog treats.
Everybody’s been out gettin’ sick, I been livin’ like a hick,
I guess I’ll die,
If I don’t do it myself some raider will.
I been livin’ a lie,
Survivin’ this hell ain’t no thrill
Ain’t left my house in 3 months now,
Just ate my last can of dog chow.
Grew a couple maters,
That were stolen by the neighbours,
They weren’t that abundant anyhow.
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We can talk about the good ole days,
We can sing some good ole songs,
Maybe blaze a trail or two,
But there’s some things you just don’t say,
Bout times when things went wrong,
Way back when I was feelin’ blue.
We don’t wanna talk about him,
We don’t wanna scream and shout it anymore,
Cause’ it seems to be the reason,
That I ain’t been very pleasin’ like before,
Don’t ya bring up that boy
Don’t think about him lord
Cause’ it seems to be the reason,
That I ain’t been very pleasin’ like before.
I been known to party some,
Lord knows I’ve done had some fun,
Left my sheets in the wind,
You been known to hang with scum,
Ain’t no prizes to be won,
Walkin’ the streets of sin.
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9. |
Well Well Well
04:24
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I been caught slippin’
Bout a thousands times before,
I feel like I’m trippin’
Been doubtin’ whats in store
Well well well, Its a doggone shame,
Well well well, Its a long gone flame,
Well well well, got no one to Blame.
Oh but life goes on, ..
All these things will come to pass
Just like the dawn,
It comes and goes so fast,
So sing your songs,
Sing em good and make em last.
This life I been livin’,
Cleaner than the one before,
Guess I ain’t been forgivin,’
Each day leaves me sore,
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Imone be hidin’,
Behind the basement door.
Might go out ridin’
Find the key to the ancient lore,
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Donald Trump
03:23
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I done let my hopes get crushed again
Donny Trump is poised to win
Lord knows I ain't no bettin man
But it's lookin like the end
And that's why
Donald trump gonna win the election
American natural selection
Donald trump gonna win the election
And theres gonna be objection
DNC pulled the same ole shit
You know they aint learned one bit
Coronavirus gettin lit
2020 won't quit
And that's why
Donald trump gonna win the election
American natural selection
Donald trump gonna win the election
And theres gonna be objection
America' is goin to hell
If you caint already tell
Theyll try to put you in a cell
But the streets is something they cant quell
And that's why
Donald trump gonna win the election
American natural selection
Donald trump gonna win the election
And theres gonna be objection
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The South
02:40
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Too Fuckin Hot, Can’t Even Grow Pot.
Way Down in the bible belt, humid air make your mind melt.
You ain’t no confederate, better get over it.
I hate the south,
You heard it straight from my mouth,
I hate the south,
And I really really really want out, really want out.
Go on boy, marry your sister, at least it ain’t no mister!
So what if i was gay? At least I aint in the KKK.
Go on try and secede, y’all got nothin’ I need.
I hate the south,
You heard it straight from my mouth,
I hate the south,
And I really really really want out, really want out.
Big fat racist cops, big GMO corn crops.
Statues of Slaveholders, make the racists feel a little bolder.
The best place to die young, and leave your song unsung
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went to the grocery store
got half a pound of turkey meat
went to the grocery store
found me abox of warm red wine
went home that evenin
slap the bag all night long
All night long
first ya gotta get it out the box
let that bag see the light of day
gotta get it out the box
dont need no knife just your bare hands
then youre ready to go
slap that bag all night long
all night long
gonna have a fire down by the creek
gotta grab a guitar and a bag to slap
gon have a fire downat the creek
hear that slappin from miles away
pickin country blues
slap that bag all night long
all night long
the days go on
my bag gets smaller and smaller
i see it comin for me like a slug
from across the table
now im just sittin here
slappin the bag til its gone
all night long.
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