Truckload Of
Art
A truckload of art from New York City
Was hauling a weighty load
The driver was singing,
the sunset was pretty
But the truck turned over and it rolled off the road
CHORUS:
Yeah the truckload of art, it's burning by the highway
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground
It's a terrible sight,
if a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
The driver went sailing high in the sky
Landed in the cold lap of the Lord
Who smiled and then said:
"Son, you're better off dead
Than hauling a truckload full of hot avant garde"
REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT HOOs
Yeah some important artwork was thrown to
the ground
Tragically landing in the weeds
And the smoke could be seen
from miles all around
But nobody knows what it means
CHORUS:
Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway
And a tough job for the highway patrol
Who'll soon see the smoke,
come running to poke
Dig an empty ditch throw the arts in a hole
REPEAT HOOs
CHORUS:
Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway
And it's raging far out of control
What the critics had cheered
is now shattered and queered
And theres no more reviews as it's strewed? on the road
CHORUS:
Yeah the truckload of art, it's burning by the highway
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground
It's a terrible sight,
if a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around
Duty
Free
Well there are some lines that can't be crossed
And sometimes those lines get lost
CHORUS:
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I've got to get out of the wet UK
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
VERSE:
Jackson Haring and I were at London Arms
College drunks kicking pigeons in the asses
Yeah feathers flying, and bobbies whining
Like little drunken schoolboys we only thought we were kicking
rats
CHORUS:
Will you need anything from Duty Free?
I got to get out of the wet UK
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I've got to get back to the USA
REPEAT DOs
Liam Moore he comes from Kilken-ny
He's a singer and a painter, but not much behind the wheel
Drove my pick-up truck in Iowa into a drainage ditch
He said he thought it was valet parking for the Holiday
Inn Express
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I got to get back to Kil-, Kilken-ny
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I've got to get the fuck outta the USA
REPEAT DOs
Well Frank Quinn is an Irish singer
A scuba-diving, paramedic, and a dead ringer
For every Irish fuck who ever had his picture on
A poster for the offices of Irish Tourism
Now I love Frank, and I love all o' his songs
And I love all o' his stories about fishing stiffs out of
the Shannon
And how the moss and seaweed would grow upon the skin of
the victims
And how one day Frank would go home, and get that gig again
Will you need anything from Duty Free?
I got to get out of the USA
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I got to get the fuck out of the USA
REPEAT DOs x2
REPEAT INTRODUCTION
Up
Against The Wall Redneck Mothers
Jerry Jeff Walker
He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name's is Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he's not responsible for what he's doing
'Cause his mother made him what he is
CHORUS:
Up against the wall Redneck Mother
Mothers who has raised her son so well
He's 34 and drinking in some honky tonk
Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell
He sure does likes his Falstaff beer
He likes to chase it down with that Wild Turkey liquor
He drives a '57 GMC pickup truck
He's got a gun rack, a "goat ropers need love"
bumper sticker
REPEAT CHORUS
BREAK
M is for mullet
O is for the Oil they put in your truck
T is for T-bird,
T is for wing-ed lizard
H is for Haggard
E is for eggs
R and is for...
Redneck
REPEAT CHORUS x2
In Muskogee Oklahoma USA
Sinaloa Cowboys
Bruce Springsteen
Miguel came from a small town in northern
Mexico
He came north with his brother Louis to California three
years ago
They crossed at the river levee when Louis was just sixteen
And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin
They left their homes and family Their father said "My
sons, one thing you will learn:
For everything the north-a gives, it exacts a price in return."
They worked side by side in the orchards from morning till
the day was through
Doing the work the hueros wouldn't do.
Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were
looking for some hands
Well deep in Fresno county there was a deserted chicken
ranch.
There in a small tin shack on the edge, on the edge of a
ravine,
Miguel and Louis stood cooking methamphetamine.
BREAK:
You could spend a year in the orchards, or make half as
much in one shift
Working for the men from Sinaloa. Ah, but if you slipped.
The hydriodic acid could burn right through your skin
They'd leave you spittin' up blood in the desert if you
breathed those fumes in.
It was early one winter evening as Miguel
stood watch outside
When the shack exploded, lighting up the valley night.
Miguel carried Louis' body over his shoulder down a swale
to the creekside
And there in the tall grass Louis Rosales died.
Miguel lifted Louis' body into the truck
and then he drove
To where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus grove.
There in the dirt he dug up ten thousand dollars, all that
they'd saved,
Kissed his brother's lips and placed him in his grave.
Family
Tradition
Hank Williams Jr.
Alternative Country singers have always been a real close
family
But lately some of my kinfolks have disowned a few others
and me
I guess it's because I kind of changed my direction
Lord, I guess I went and broke their family tradition
CHORUS:
Why do you drink? Why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
Stop and think it over, try to put yourself in this position
When I get stoned I'm just carryin' on an old family tradition
Now I am very proud of my daddy's name
Although his kind of music and mine ain't exactly the same
Stop and think it over, try to put yourself in my position
When I get stoned and sing all night long it's just a family
tradition
CHORUS:
Why do you drink? Why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out them songs that you wrote?
If I'm down in a honky tonk, and some old slick's tryin'
to gimme some friction
I say "Leave me alone, I'm stayin' all night long with
these wing-ed lizards"
Let's go Johnny, wing-ed lizards, I see them...
A-ha!
Lordy, I have loved some ladies, and I have
loved Jim Beam
But them and a wing-ed lizard tried to kill me in '73
When that doctor asks me "Son, how'd ya get in this
condition?"
I says "Hey Sawbones, I'm just a-carryin' on the old
family tradition."
CHORUS x2:
Why do you drink? Why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out them songs that you wrote?
Stop and think it over try to put yourself in my unique
position
When I get stoned and sing all night long, it's just a family
tradition
Why do you drink? Why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out them songs that you wrote?
Stop and think it over try to put yourself in my unique
position
When I get stoned and sing all night long, it's just a family
tradition
The
Bottle Let Me Down
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Buenos Noches From
A Lonely Room (Red Dresses)
Dwight Yoakam
She wore red dresses, with her black shining hair
Yeah she had my baby, and caused me to care.
Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry,
Yeah she wore red dresses and told such sweet lies.
I never knew him but he took her away
On my knees like a madman, for vengeance I prayed
Till the pain and the anger, destroyed my weak mind
Yeah she wore red dresses, and left the wounded behind.
I searched 'til I found them, then I cursed
at the sight
Their sleeping shadows, in the cold neon light
In the dark morning hours, I placed the gun to her head
Yeah she wore red dresses, but now she lay dead.
Yodelay-i-hee
Yodelay
Yodelo
Reasons
To Quit
Reasons to quit:
Smoke and booze don't do me like before
And I'm hardly ever sober
And my old friends don't come 'round much anymore
Reasons to quit:
The low is always lower than the high
And the reasons to quit
Don't outnumber all the reasons why
BRIDGE:
So we keep smoking, and we keep drinking,
Having fun, and never thinking,
Laughing at the price tag that we paid
And we keep rolling down that fast lane
Like two young men, feeling no pain
And the reasons for quittin', getting bigger each day
Reasons to quit:
I can't afford the habit all the time
I need to be sober,
Need to write some new songs that will rhyme
Reasons to quit:
I have no rhyme or reason when I'm high
And the reasons to quit
Don't outnumber all the reasons why
REPEAT BRIDGE
And the reasons for quittin', getting bigger each day
It
Ain't Gonna Suck Itself
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