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Back Home
03:25
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Well i want to go back home
to find my final resting place
tell my friends to find my bones
next to the river where i prayed
When i was a boy
my father said to me
oh my son you have grown tired
i said no dad thats the wine and the weed
Well i want to go back home
to find my final resting place
tell my friends to find my bones
next to the river where i prayed
Daddy-o, oh daddy-o
don't you cry for me
well i stole that poor boys violin
and dipped it in whiskey
Well i want to go back home
to find my final resting place
tell my friends to find my bones
next to the river where i prayed
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2. |
Tiger and The Jake
03:35
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And you say that you want it all but
Now you have too much to hold
Am I the same or have I changed
And I hear them angels call my name
Again and again
Walk to the water where she's waiting there for me
There we danced until the moonlight reflected on her cheeks
And you say that you want it all but
Now you have too much to hold
Am I the same or have I changed
And I hear them angels call my name
Again and again
Walk to the water where she's waiting there for me
Where we danced until the moonlight reflected on her cheeks
So go on down your marry ol' way, down by the lake
Where your mother told you stories of the Tiger and The Jake
And you say that you want it all but
Now you have too much to hold
Am I the same or have I changed
And I hear them angels call my name
Again and again
Walk to the water where she's waiting there for me...
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3. |
Cigarettes & Whiskey
04:19
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Singin songs about cigarettes and whiskey
try to forget how much she missed me
and I'm sniffing cocaine like its going outta style
send me to tennessee home for a while
Ive been drink in hard liquor man since i was three
it aint no surprise why my baby left
she left me high and dry
she left me cold and stoned
man, i burned the bridge i can't never go home
And I'm drink in again
Mama pray for my sins
My baby locked the door
and she won't let me in
She's been giving me the eyes since i walked in
well you'd look the other way if you'd known where id been
Well smoking and drinking man they go hand in hand
no one makes me feel as good as whiskey can
and hookers and blow and rock n roll shows
and whiskey and gin and a little somethin..
And I'm drink in again
Mama pray for my sins
My baby locked the door
and she won't let me in
I got a hand on the bible
a hand on the bottle of gin
I got a hand on the bible
a hand on the bottle of gin
I got locked outside but the devil keeps letting me in, whoa
I got locked outside but the devil keeps letting me in, whoa
I got locked outside but the devil keeps letting me in, whoa
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