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The Cowboy
04:19
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I don’t care to be the bearer of bad news,
but the Cowboy don’t wear boots,
he’s rocking orthopedic shoes.
He is mighty comfortable and sitting pretty
as he drives his Navigator
between Lincoln and Sioux City
Cowboy on the inside,
Cowboy on the out,
coming up to the window
and looking in my house.
Cowboy on the inside.
It’s all Cowboy on the out.
Coming up to the window
and looking in the house.
The spirit of the pioneer
they gave to him in school
takes the Mustang to town Sunday
to sell a couple swimming pools.
As he goes the Cowboy might park and sit a while,
take in the cut glass of his horizon,
lean back and crack a smile.
Because he’s got
Cowboy on the inside,
Cowboy on the out,
coming up to my windows,
and looking in the house.
Cowboy on the inside,
I got cowboy on the out.
Cowboy comes up to my window
Cowboy looks right in my house.
His hat crests the horizon
as the river runs with blood.
Small fires spark in the focused
chrome reflections off his gun
A shoe slams into the countryside
and there’s another to follow that.
The world is over for the Cowboy
beyond the brim of his hat
Cowboy on the inside,
Cowboy on the out,
coming up to the windows
and looking in my house.
I got cowboy on the inside,
Cowboy on the out.
Cowboy comes up to my window
and I let him in my house.
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Play the Dead
04:29
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I remember being on tour for the first time;
smoking cigs outside of Linden’s mom’s house,
shooting airsoft guns, drinking every night
and most of the days.
And if I just kept driving
life was gonna stay that way.
Because everyone eventually gets tired, moves away or dies.
I’m working on two of three
and I still stay up real late some nights.
Because where we’re going there are no guarantees.
Gonna play for tips in a taco shop
while some drunk hippie yells at me.
Play the dead!
So I do my tippy tappy little job everyday
Say small prayers to a machine that sleeps a thousand miles away.
And I find myself smiling
when the bar band kicks in to Touch of Grey.
Coming around on that shit I used to hate.
Guess that’s life.
So when I slide up to the bar
and there’s some kid in the corner with their honest best,
gonna buy them a beer and say
“Hey, do you know anything off of Workingman’s Dead?
I’m on your side kid, I just wanna hear something I like.
Throw in a little Terrapin and we’ll all have a better night.”
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Giant Eagle Jackie
02:55
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Giant Eagle Jackie, how did things get this bad?
Standing across the counter counting coins
into your paper thin skin hand.
Eighty and standing eight hours a day is no way to spend your life,
I wish I could feed you free five dollar lattes till the light fades
at the end of time.
Giant Eagle Jackie, you make me so afraid
stealing my cloth, wiping tabletops cause you need a job,
something that pays.
When that final trumpet blows on the last boat off the planet
you and me and our poverty
will be here picking through the ashes.
While the escapees play Call of Duty Eight
tumbling through endless space,
hold it up like history
and teach their children earth was a dangerous place.
but not that they made it that way
they’re making it this way
Giant Eagle Jackie, how did things get this bad?
You just hold your head up,
we’ll do what we can with what we have.
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Hold Me Up
05:05
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There’s no flame where there’s no smoke.
Isn’t that just how they old saying goes?
There’s no punchline where there’s no joke.
Some things you can’t start fixing,
till you’re sure that they’re broke.
You been holding me.
I’ve been turning around.
You’ve been holding me up, honey.
I’ve been letting us down.
There’s no home without some spend.
No seam I’ve ever seen
without its corresponding hem.
There’s not much us
without them.
God made some broken things,
just don’t have a mend
You been holding me.
I’ve been turning around.
You’ve been holding me up, honey.
I’ve been letting us down.
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I’ve roamed through all the great cathedrals
searched across this god-forsaken land.
I’ve ate the bread, drank the wine and kneeled,
but I can’t quite seem to understand.
Because my church has a stable, not a steeple.
The saddle is the pew in which I pray.
On Sundays I sleep later than most people
and I don’t think I’ll ever change my ways.
I found the lord in horses,
dingy bars, and lonesome songs,
and who the hell are you to call me wrong?
Like an A.M. country station,
it’s just so clear at night.
There’s nothing quite like knowing
that you’re right.
Anyone can join my congregation.
Folks gather here, they come from far and wide.
We don’t waste our time with confirmation.
Another round is all we’ll call a tithe.
I’ve seen every single famous stained glass window,
but they just don’t compare with neon light.
My church has a jukebox and it’s got a patio,
we confess our sins there every Friday night.
I found the lord in horses,
dingy bars, and lonesome songs
and who the hell are you to call me wrong?
Like an A.M. country station,
it’s just so clear at night.
There’s nothing quite like knowing
that you’re right.
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