Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Tiki Bar Is Open
It ain't like I'm so tough
You shook me to the heart
You shook me sure enough

You turned my whole world upside down
I tried to run away but I just ran aground

On the rock of your love
On the stone hard truth
On the rock of your love
I found my living proof

You pierced through armor plated steel
You pierced me to my soul
You forced me to be real
I feel the strength of twenty men
When I am in your arms
I smash those fears again

On the rock of your love
On the stone hard truth
On the rock of your love
I found my living proof


I'm crashing like a wave tonight
Upon your distant shore
I have found the solid ground
That I've been looking for

On the rock of your love
On the stone hard truth
On the rock of your love
I found my living proof

On the rock of your love
I found my living proof

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Tiki Bar Is Open
I would have thought time would erase
I'll never get over you
The feeling's lost in your embrace
I'll never get over you

But still I try
And still I cry
Still I'm wondering why

[Chorus]
I'll never get over you
I'll never get over you
I'll never get over you

I tell myself my heart will find
A way to get over you
When I've already lost my mind
Trying to get over you

The voice goes on
The feeling's long
But still sweet sleep never comes

[Chorus]

So now I've met the enemy
Trying to get over you
A shroud of rain, a memory
Trying to get over you

I recognize
Those crazy eyes
And still they're telling me lies

[Chorus]

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Tiki Bar Is Open
Thank god the tiki bar is open
Thank god the tiki torch still shines
Thank god the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

I was out on a leave of absence
From any resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched to the great blue yonder
From the boys down at Kennedy

I was driving by his majesty's court hotel
Where the sign said praise his name
I was tired and alone i couldn't see too well
But I don't think that he was to blame

Thank god the tiki bar is open
Thank god the tiki torch still shines
Thank god the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

There's a full moon over Daytona beach
There's a full moon in my mind
And my suntan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind

Well his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black number three
Now the king is gone but he'll not be forgotten
Nor his like will we ever see

Thank god the tiki bar is open
Thank god the tiki torch still shines
Thank god the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

I know a drink ain't no solution
I ain't had one in seventeen years
But if that tiki bar was closed tonight
Well i might just disappear

Thank god the tiki bar is open
Thank god the tiki torch still shines
Thank god the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

Thank god the tiki bar is open
Thank god the tiki torch still shines
Thank god the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Tiki Bar Is Open
There's a mad little kid at the top of the stair
And his eyes they gather no light
And his mom and his dad they're too high to care
As his cries drift off in the night


And I've been that kid yeah it's true
And I've been both of those parents too
I'm ashamed when I've lost my way
But I'd do anything just to come home to you

It's the twilight that captures the sorrow of time
In between the life and the lived
I press on through the darkness so thoroughly blind
To a light a new morning gives


And it sparkles like each new tomorrow
I drank up my last yesterday
Tasted sweet joy and bittersweet sorrow
And I'd do anything just to come home to you

There's a meanness inside and it shivers my bones
That's the thing about mercy I guess
There's no man so wicked he cannot come home
Nor so good he passes each test


As the fires of memories burn me
The grace of your love returns me
To this most traveled of highways
Where I'd do anything just to come home to you
I would do anything just to come home to you

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Tiki Bar Is Open
Friends of mine they don't hear

Clocks ticking all around their ears

They don't expect a thing

Bridges moving while the river sings



Long lost love

Where do we go from here

Farther stars

Different atmospheres



The river sings us back from the time

Drawn to heaven with a voice so fine

Final joys final cries

On and off like starlight in her eyes



Long lost love

Where do we go from here

Farther stars

Different atmospheres



You know your poetry kept me up all night

Like you I didn't have the heart to die

Still so many things left to say



Long lost love

Where do we go from here



Death's the truth and death's a lie

Love is your only alibis

Mary you'll forget this soon

Where we were and when we sang this tune



Long lost love

Where do we go from here

Farther stars

Different atmospheres



Long lost love

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
well I do my best thinking sitting on my ass

sittin' here waiting for things to pass

you got places to go and people to see

well honey that's you, it ain't me



CHORUS:

shit flying in my head

from every direction

i'm thinking about

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection



lot of people in a hurry, and they're goin' nowhere

i can see 'em all, sitting in my easy chair

running to the future, running form the past

well i thought about it once but it didn't last



CHORUS:

shit flying in my head

from every direction

i'm thinking about

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection



You can say what you want, i'm not getting old

i've slowed down time, nearly stopped it cold

i jogged my memory once, then i shelved my plans

i'm tired of holding on to love's clammy hand



CHORUS:

shit flying in my head

from every direction

i'm thinking about

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection



it takes every drop of energy just to run my brains

took a long time to learn that it's only a waiting game

some people call it depression, i call it a song

don't worry about me, i'm not going to be around all that long



CHORUS:

shit flying in my head

from every direction

i'm thinking about

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection

an uncommon connection

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
How long you been workin' here?
What do you know about that?
Its been thirty years or so
Since I bothered lookin' back

It was right in front of me
But now I'm runnin' behind
To get my butt caught up, well, I need a cup
Of the nastiest shit you can find

So how bad's the coffee, how good's the pie?
If you call me honey, honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar, a little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter with your sweet talk

I don't want no cappuccino
A whole lotta latte won't get me through
I got an iron will and a gut like a still
I could use a stronger brew

One eye doubles my eyesight
So things don't look half bad
Be twice as good, honey if I could
Even make you a little bit mad

So how bad's the coffee, oh, how good's the pie?
If you call me, honey, honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar, a little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter with your sweet talk

I would call you an angel
But honey, you'd know better than that
Just a trucker's dream whit a coconut cream
And a nasty old cup of black

Not a word about faded glory
Not a trace of bitterness
You leave irony to the likes of me
'Cause we don't share your finesse

So how bad's the coffee, oh, how good's the pie?
If you call me, honey, honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar, a little pinch of salt
Oh, you cut my bitter with your sweet talk

Oh, you cut my bitter with your sweet talk
Oh, you cut my blue with your sweet talk
You cut my bitter with your sweet talk

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
how fast you gonna run?

away from this one

anywhere but here

you wanna disappear

to the next daylight

where everythings right

it's always somewhere else

you're gonna fix yourself

once shame and guilt

have made their mark



CHORUS:

you can't run away from the nagging dark

toy carry it everywhere in your heart

it finishes everything that you start

you can't run away from the nagging dark



how much it gonna cost?

when everything's lost

what a price you'd pay

just to feel some way

'Cause you're heart is stone

ground down to the bone

all your flesh and blood

just ashes and mud

feels like

your soul's been blown apart



CHORUS:

you can't run away from the nagging dark

toy carry it everywhere in your heart

it finishes everything that you start

you can't run away from the nagging dark



how far can you see?

will you even be free?

through the blackest night

you still hold on tight



hope is your finest work

it's your finest work

hope is your finest work of art



CHORUS:

you can't run away from the nagging dark

toy carry it everywhere in your heart

it finishes everything that you start

you can't run away from the nagging dark

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
minutes turn to days

years just melt away

in the park at dawn

just a flower on



CHORUS:

i keep callin' to you

my baby blue, my baby blue

i keep callin' to you

my baby blue, my baby blue



we discovered love

in the basements of

some of my best friends

i've never seen again



CHORUS:

i keep callin' to you

my baby blue, my baby blue

i keep callin' to you

my baby blue, my baby blue



oh so young and oh so tender

almost hurts too much to rememder

as if the weight of your head on my shoulder

by itself would make us older



if i could time it right

I'd be with you tonight

out among the stars

is that where you are?



CHORUS:

i keep callin' to you

my baby blue, my baby blue

i keep callin' to you

my baby blue, my baby blue



CHORUS:

i keep callin' to you

my baby blue, my baby blue

i keep callin' to you

my baby blue, my baby blue

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
she marked our trail

up the back bone ridge

how many times can one dog pee

she keeps me high as an eagle

when i'm on the skids

i guess you gotta come down eventually



CHORUS ONE:

buddy i coulda gone that extra mile

for an extra bark or an extra smile

'Cause i never felt so free

it was just my dog and me



then she gives me that look

like she'd lay down her life

no doubt she would in a minute, man

she'd face the bullet

oh she'd face the knife

just to keep my butt from the fryin' pan



CHORUS TWO:

now she's runnin' up ahead to chase some deer

comes back to tell that coast is clear

it's a different world i see

when it's just my dog and me



there's a rabbit on the run

man and beast ans sky and sun

who's talking to the birds in the trees

why its just my dog and me



now it looks like we've been makin' tracks

from the crack of dawn

to the end of the day

so its nice and easy down the devil's back

she wouldn't know

any other was



CHORUS THREE:

so its over that ridge for one last mile

'Til we're fast asleep by the fire side

dreamin' these dreams for free

just my dog and me

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
i wake up with my head and hand
i wish i was another man
'Cause i almost fed up with the blues

i think about the kitchen sink
then i just shudder to think
'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues

CHORUS ONE:
if it don't let up, gonna get up
and get my life set up
'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues
have some coffee, 'fore i call it quits
might even put jam on my biscuit
'Cause i'm almost fed up with the Blues

there's a woman, a can, and an bank note due
but I'm gonna leave that up to you
'Cause i'm almost fed up with the Blues

if i get up they'll knock me down again
but what are you gonna do, my friend
When i'm almost fed up with the Blues

CHORUS TWO:
if it don't kill me, it thrills me
but somebody always bills me
and i'm almost fed up with the Blues
it's a gut check, a train wreck
with all of the usual suspects
and i'm almost fed up with the Blues

if these blues don't stop hurtin' me
its curtains for my misery
'Cause i'm almost fed up with the Blues
might get a job, or join a club
'Cause buddy i've whittled it down to the nub
and 'Cause i'm almost fed up with the Blues

CHORUS TWO:
if it don't kill me, it thrills me
but somebody always bills me
and i'm almost fed up with the Blues
it's a gut check, a train wreck
with all of the usual suspects
and i'm almost fed up with the Blues

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
ward bond

was his sidekick rowdy yates?

drove that wagon train out West

right along this interstate



cross the high plains of kansas

to the colorado line

spent a lot of sleepless nights 'Round the campfire

they had mountains on their minds



those higt plains people

they're different somehow

you spent your life leaning into a hard wind

i guess you're less likely to take a bow

all these stories buried out here

they're calling to me

like the earthquakes in california

like the hills back in tennessee



CHORUS:

i gotta circle back

touch something near

find out which way to go

to get on out of here

i lost my thread

and i've lost some time

but it takes a lot of ground

for me to change my mind



well its 99 in topeka

the wind is blowin' hot

blowin through my oldest daughter's hair

with everything else i forgot



i drove her out to college

drove back through an empty space

thinkin' back to when she was a baby

tryin' hard to see that face



CHORUS:

i gotta circle back

touch something near

find out which way to go

to get on out of here

i lost my thread

and i've lost some time

but it takes a lot of ground

for me to change my mind



two kids up and at 'Em

one more left at home

she's a spark plug, a real fire cracker

and in four years she'll be gone



they just blow through your life

like the wind on the plains

like the dust that covers everything

'Til the rivers fill wiht rain



CHORUS:

i gotta circle back

touch something near

find out which way to go

to get on out of here

i lost my thread

and i've lost some time

but it takes a lot of ground

for me to change my mind

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
a broken promise i kept too long

a greasy shade and a curtain drawn

a broken glass and a heart gone wrong

that's my window on the world



a cup of coffee in a shaky hand

wakin' up in a foreign land

tryin' to act like i got somethin' planned

that's my window on the world



CHORUS ONE:

that's my window on the world

could you stand a little closer, girl

don't let mama cut those curfs

that's my window on the world



in broad daylight that circus tent pulled up stakes

i don't know where it went

a close dark room with a busted vent

that's my window on the world



i think about you when i'm countin' sheep

i think about you, then i can't sleep

I think that ocean is just so deep

that's my window on the world



CHORUS tWO:

that's my window on the world

could you stand a little closer, girl

The queen of Sheba meets the duke of earle

that's my window on the world



down on indiana avenue

wes and jimmy, man they played the blues

i guess they were only passin' through

that's my window on the world



CHORUS ONE:

that's my window on the world

could you stand a little closer, girl

don't let mama cut those curfs

that's my window on the world



CHORUS tWO:

that's my window on the world

could you stand a little closer, girl

The queen of Sheba meets the duke of earle

that's my window on the world

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
i spent all day staring al a leaf

i know my time here is brief

i'd like to get some details down

before i move on to another town



i met a man, he lost both arms

got 'em caught up in her charms

she look the kids and the color tV

he said, "I wish she'd taken the rest of me"



CHORUS:

this Travelin' life, well it ain't no good

i'd quit it honey, oh if i could

a puzzle to me why i even care

the missing pieces are everywhere



he drove to dixie to hush his mouth

she started talkin', like to wore him out

but they found love 'neath the southern stars

and some bruises and some scars



he sees her on that back porch swing

and i believe he would do anything

stand all night in the pourin' rain

to wash her memory from his brain



CHORUS:

this Travelin' life, well it ain't no good

i'd quit it honey, oh if i could

a puzzle to me why i even care

the missing pieces are everywhere



a false move here, a stumble there

a box of letters and a lock of hair

that's all that's left when i turn out the light

i count the missing pieces every night



CHORUS:

this Travelin' life, well it ain't no good

i'd quit it honey, oh if i could

a puzzle to me why i even care

the missing pieces are everywhere



CHORUS:

this Travelin' life, well it ain't no good

i'd quit it honey, oh if i could

a puzzle to me why i even care

the missing pieces are everywhere

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
saw a red tailed hawk eatin' road kill

said "Man, what happened to your dignity?"

he said "Subdivisions have taken my home

and there's no more pray to eat."

i said, "Where we gonna live?"

he said "Anywhere you want to, i guess

all you creature walkin' upright 'Round here

well you've really made a mess."



CHORUS:

i wish we both could fly back home

to the green fields of our youth

where friends and family set the tone

with the hardcore language of the truth

i know times bent on destruction

the past is over every day

i wish we both could fly back home

but we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away



an owl swooped down

as i was drivin' my pickup through the creek

he said, "i was only tryin' to scare ya

but instead you scared the hell right out of me."

with three hundred forty-Five houses

a locking differential and four-wheel drive

i guess you were livin' large there, country boy

i was just tryin' to survive



CHORUS:

i wish we both could fly back home

to the green fields of our youth

where friends and family set the tone

with the hardcore language of the truth

i know times bent on destruction

the past is over every day

i wish we both could fly back home

but we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away



there was a rattlesnake up on the road

i ran him over and over 'Til he died

then his ghost rose up

and curled around this fear i hold inside

he flew on off to heaven

as i sat there in my instrument of death

i had to think what i was doin'

i had to think just to draw another breath



CHORUS:

i wish we both could fly back home

to the green fields of our youth

where friends and family set the tone

with the hardcore language of the truth

i know times bent on destruction

the past is over every day

i wish we both could fly back home

but we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away



CHORUS:

i wish we both could fly back home

to the green fields of our youth

where friends and family set the tone

with the hardcore language of the truth

i know times bent on destruction

the past is over every day

i wish we both could fly back home

but we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
time is runnin' out

friends are too

the word is getting' out

it's all bad news



scoundrels know my whereabouts

they recognize these pointy shoes

that's the last time

i turn my back on you



a friendly little game of cards

aces wild

your little life was just so hard

you had to act like a child

i recognize the queen of hearts

when she's sittin' in plain view

that's the last time

i turn my back on you



that's the last time

i turn my back on you

i kept waiting for a sign

that we could push it trough

there's a first time for everything

it was long overdue

that's the last time

i turn my back on you



i spent a lot of money

i spent a lot of time

just to hear you call me honey

sends little shivers up my spine



but after while it isn't funny

this twenty paces thing we do

so that's the last time

i turn my back on you

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Beneath This Gruff Exterior
what there was left of us

was all covered in dust and thick skin

a half eaten apple

the whole Sistine chapel

painted on the head of a pin



a life long love's work

gone up in a smirk

and you didn't even see her waltz in



CHORUS ONE:

now this love is a ghost, for having played host

to the most unoriginal sin



at the wedding we smiled

while some devil played wild violin

soon after the chapel

she offered me that apple

one bite and i was gone with the wind



and you needed no proof

cause the whole naked truth

was wearing only an infidels grin



CHORUS TWO:

and a proud school boys boast

for havin' left his post

for the most unoriginal sin



now the juke box is hummin'

al the venial short comings of men

but i found me this drink

that can finally sink

all this guilt i been wallowing in



buddy once you get started

once true love's departed

you do it over and over again



CHORUS THREE:

so tonight i will toast

just who ever comes close

to the most unoriginal sin



CHORUS THREE:

so tonight i will toast

just who ever comes close

to the most unoriginal sin

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
Close one there
choking in clean underwear
bleeding tongue
eight ball pounding in my lungs
ship to shore
I can't see the coastline anymore
I shouldn't be here
I thought I made that loud and clear

But the master of disaster
gets tangled in his telecaster
he can't play it any faster
when he plays the blues
when he had the heart to ask her
and every note just shook the plaster
now he's just a mean old bastard
when he plays the blues

China town
chasing that old dragon down
Madam Wong's
we play the blues with the curtains drawn
sidewalks of white
while the LA sun beat out the night
pounding brain
my last transmission down the drain

And the master of disaster
gets tangled in his telecaster
he can't play it any faster
when he plays the blues
when he had the heart to ask her
and every note just shook the plaster
now he's just a mean old bastard
when he plays the blues

There's a debt I owe
I'll never pay before I go
so I sing the blues
hand me down my walking shoes
you're in my heart
though we may be miles apart
there's my point
I'll see you in another joint

when the master of disaster
gets tangled in his telecaster
he can't play it any faster
when he plays the blues
when he had the heart to ask her
and every note just shook the plaster
now he's just a mean old bastard
when he plays the blues

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
Caught like a deer in my own headlights
Frozen on this road tonight
I had a fix on the brightest star
Now I'm not sure, where you are

North is south and east is west
Where's the love that I knew best
Shifting in this icy wind
Howlin' down the Cumberland

You're in this valley that I love
Cold and far as the stars above
Do I have to wait 'til spring is here?
Just to hold you warm and near

Dead of winter, dead of night
Not much time to make it right
I know where that lonesome sound begins
Howlin' down the Cumberland

Just a creature in the dark
Longing for one blessed spark
To burn the sky and heat the night
With love reborn by morning light

But nature doesn't heed the call
Nature just commands that's all
Now my love's a cutting wind
Howlin' down the Cumberland
Now my love's a cutting wind
Howlin' down the Cumberland

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder
Don't say a word
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird

There's a burial ground
Beneath a cattle herd
Mr. Henry Ford's building me a Thunderbird

My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder
Don't say a word
We'll cut across the country in my Thunderbird

We're from Pennsylvania
Welsh men of words
My daddy drove a Desoto
I drive a Thunderbird

My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
She's the voice of the future
Baby, have you heard
Tomorrow's taken wing on my Thunderbird

My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder
Don't say a word
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird

Got electric windows
Tilt away wheel
Slide across the bucket seat
For that sexy leather feel of

My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder
Don't say a word
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird

From the old Volkswagen
Back to the Model T
A lot of men died
Just so you could ride with me in

My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
She drives like a dream
Baby rest assured
It don't get any better than a Thunderbird

My daddy was a salesman
My brother was too
I would sell anything
Just to try to stay with you

But not my Thunderbird
No not my Thunderbird
Willy Loman's saying something
I can't hear a word
I'm going too fast in my Thunderbird

They make 'em that way
Yeah they make 'em that way
Well they make 'em that way
Yeah they make 'em that way
Well they make 'em that way

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
I've been too long with my nose in a book
I hope you sing just as good as you look
Come on over baby, I got a song for you
A little jump of something I call
The wintertime blues

I wanna hear those mockingbird wings
I want gravy on everything
Lovin' in the kitchen
What have we got to lose
Just a nasty case of
These ol' wintertime blues

Cold as snot with a big frozen smile
Ain't foolin' nobody after a while
Time to let the cat out
I've got a real short fuse
I'm just about to blow up
These ol' wintertime blues

There's no spring
There was never any spring
Spring's a long gone thing
There won't ever be a spring no more

At least that's the way it feels when your
Skin is cracked and peeled
And you've been livin' under
sixty pounds of blanket
And the snow's drifting up to your window
And you're out of firewood
And the wolf is howling at your door

Three hours of day light
and all of them gray
The suicide prevention group has all run away
I'm running out of groceries
I ain't got no rubber shoes
Bring the bacon baby
I got the wintertime blues

I could cut a hole in the floor
Catch you a fish by a quarter to four
But I'm stuck up this mountain
Where I got a bird's eye view
Of couple more months of these
ol' wintertime blues

And it's a one, two
My lips are turning blue
Come on over baby
What have we got to lose
Just a nasty case of
These ol' wintertime blues

And it's three, four
I'm stiff as Al Gore
Come on over baby
What have we got to lose
Just a nasty case of these ol'
wintertime blues

Well, it's the same old drill
For Punxsutawney Phil
If he sees his own shadow
I'm shootin' to kill

Come on over baby
I stand accused
There's a man going crazy up here
With the wintertime blues

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
We made a pact
Lying there on our backs
Swearing to every star
That the sky did hold

Promising our love was true
Promising to see it through
Then we headed due Southwest
Across the Muscle Shoals

We slid down a riverbank
In the pouring rain giving thanks
For the strength just to carry on
Through the fog and the cold

There at the water's edge
She tugged my arm
And I nodded my head
Just one more step
And that river took a hold

When my love crosses over
I'm coming over too
To cross that mighty river that's before us
To the new western world
Mountains high and plain unfurled
Desert stretching out
to touch the Californias

We said we'd never look back
We never have and that's a fact
That Mississippi washed us clean
Down to the bone

The journey's been long my friend
Hell, you never know what state you're in
Yeah, but the unknown
It's always the unknown

When my love crosses over
I'm coming over too
To cross that mighty river that's before us
To the new western world
Mountains high and plain unfurled
Desert stretching out
to touch the Californias

I lost track of you a while
But you were waiting for me with a smile
Made me feel like a little child
With a brand new view

Let's do it all over babe
It'd just be another trip we made
When my love crosses over
I'm coming too

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
In the forest of no gravity
Where birds mock reality
We laid out some bread crumbs
Yeah but somebody ate 'em

Always thought we'd make it here
But here keeps movin'
How much blood, how many tears
It's never been proven

Love's not where we thought we left it
Who took the last of love and kept it
Caged love in, tried to protect it
Love's not where we thought we'd left it

The apostles were jealous
Of Mary Magdalene and Jesus
Said, "Why do you love her more than us?"
Jesus turned back in disgust

Said, "Why do I love her more than you?
Well the answer is a question
Just ask yourself, 'What can I do
To gain my Lord's affection?' "

Love's not where you thought you left it
Who took the last of love and kept it
And caged love in, tried to protect it
And love's not where we thought we left it

Oh, when men become more ladylike
I'll see you in the candlelight
When women come to be like men
Oh, we'll be ashamed to fight again

No jealous God's the only one
Father, Mother, Ghost and Son
Love's unorthodox
Changes all of nature's clocks

To time remaining
Just twenty-four hours
For lovers in training
Bitter, salty, sweet and sour

Love's not where we thought we'd left it
Who took the last of love and kept it
And love's not where we thought we'd left it
Who took the last of love and kept it
Love's not where we thought we'd left it

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
We were coming down the old turnpike
Horse hooves pounding, sledgehammer night
You can tell 'em anything you like
I was there with you baby

Silver and diamonds and a skin full of tears
The road narrowed then it disappeared
Maybe you figured you might
Wind up some place like here

Acting like you never cared for me baby
Now you shake me off
Like the dust your boots are wearing
The leather's soft but I'm cold and fast

Makes me cough
'Til I feel my lungs are tearing
I'll never rest 'til I find you at last
Find you at last

The ground we covered's cracked and spit with rain
Not enough here to fill the smallest vein
Be all right if this God-forsaken terrain
Just dried up and blew away baby

Maybe my memory's just not right
But we've been baptized by fire and light
Eaten by the earth
Swallowed up by the night
I don't care where you think
You're gonna stay baby

Now you shake me off
Like the dust your boots are wearing
The leather's soft but I'm hard and fast
Makes me cough
'Til I feel my lungs are tearing
I'll never rest 'til I find you at last
Find you at last
Find you at last
Find you at last baby
Find you at last

I've been searching for an answer
What a waste of time
Should've picked your trail up sooner
But I couldn't stop the pain
That was breaking up my mind

So I found some open country
I forgot the past
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause nothing matters any more baby
'Til I find you at last

Tonight you're sleeing on a cold dirt floor
And in my dreams I'm crashing through your door
But you don't recognize me anymore
Do you baby

'Til I find you at least
Find you at last
Find you at last baby
Find you at last
Find you at last
'Til I find you at last
Find you at last

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
Well he packed up his suitcase
'Cause the deal gone down
She was slipping on her stockings
Lord it made the sweetest sound

There was a baby in the reeds
Along the river outside of town
As he wound his pocket watch
To set time spinnin' 'em all around

Wasn't long they'd be forgetting
This old rainy Texas day
Little fella wasn't meant
For this old world anyway

Gambling and whoring
Hiding from plain view
Tell me which one of us rounders
Would you trust this poor child to

You just roll on cold river
Wash little Moses down
We've got business to attend to
In Chicago town
In Chicago town

Well they rolled out of Austin
On some kind of cattle train
She'd been with him for a year
Didn't know his second name

He worked the small towns hustling nine ball
She hooked the truck stops too
They were trying to make Chicago
Before the winter come blowing through

Some trucker sprang a leak
In California they supposed
Started working Arizona
Lord she missed the bloody rose

They rambled through the southwest
Making money and making time
But they never could find no help
Not a doctor, not that kind

You just roll on cold river
Wash little Moses down
We've got business to attend to
In Chicago town
In Chicago town

Some women love their babies
Some women won't have one
Some Texas woman found him
And we're still on the run

The kind of life we're living
He'd only slow us down
Ain't good for nothing anyway
Just rambling town to town

You just roll on cold river
Wash little Moses down
We've got business to attend to
In Chicago town
In Chicago town

Well he unpacked his suitcase
She pulled her stockings down
Dreaming up a pool hall
And shooting up a round

She thought about tomorrow
When the money rolled around
That night they slept like babies
In Chicago town

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
He's the old school
He don't say when he's hurting
He'll just hide away 'til it's over
And tears are dry

He's the old school
and you can't see him cry
He was young once just like you
A heart wide open to love that is true

He thought he found it
Now she's gone
And he's the old school of
Love from now on

He's just a student
Like us all
Learned a lesson
By taking a fall

There's nothing new in this love game
In the old school it's always the same

He's the old school
He don't say when he's hurting
He'll just hide away 'til it's over
And tears are dry

He's the old school
And you can't see him cry
He's the old school
And you can't see him cry

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Master Of Disaster
Back on the corner
I'm singing the blues
I can see my reflection
in the shine of your shoes

Like Momma used to say
No news is good news
And I'm back on the corner again

Back on the corner
Got my seeing-eye dog
He's blind as justice
And hungry as a hog

I feel like a prince
But I look like a frog
And I'm back on the corner again
Back on the corner
Pitching pennies and dimes
Hell, I don't even know
How I got here this time

Singing for my supper at 12th Street and Vine
Back on the corner again

Used to take seven pills
Just to get up in the morning
From seven different doctors
With seven different warnings

I'd call 'em up to say I'm coming apart
They'd say call us back when the fireworks start

Well I lost my address
I lost my wife
I lost my children
I lost my knife

But if you trifle with me
It's my life against your life
Back on the corner again

Back on the corner
Something's sticking in my craw
How come everything I do
Is up against the law

You can't arrest a man, can you
For trying to break his own fall
Back on the corner again

Back on the corner
Got a pidgeon for a friend
He said he'd come to see me
But he did not say when

One of these days
He's gonna fly back home and then
Back on the corner again

Every long, drawn step it took to get me here
Was full of best intentions

Bright hopes and good cheer
With dreams made out of silk
Lined with silver and gold
Too beautiful to mention
Too heavy to ever hold

Well, I'm back on the corner
With the pimps and the whores
Least I know what they're standing here for
She smiles, tips me a dollar,
and I play her one more

Back on the corner again
Back on the corner again
Back on the corner again

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
I was sittin' in the dressing room with Brownie Mcgee
He was drinkin' that milk with that Dewar's Whiskey
Said John, there's nothin' written anywhere
Suggests the blues will set you free
Old days are comin' back to me

I was ridin' in the back seat, with Sonny Terry
Little harmonica player used to drive him around
I think his name was Harry
Tried to get him to eat tofu, raw vegetables, nuts, and berries
But Sonny wasn't havin' any of it

He let me share a room with Â'em for a couple of weeks
Sonny slept with his good eye open staring out from under the sheets
I was young and uncomfortable I don't mind tellin' ya kinda gave me the creeps
Old days are comin' back to me

Old days are comin' back to me
Don't know what was so good about Â'em
I played practically free
I had nothin' to live up to
Everywhere to be
Old days are comin' back to me

On some dates with Mose Allison somewhere out in the Midwest
Said some of my lyrics reminded him of the poet Kenneth Patchen
I took it as a compliment
He was referring to the line about wearin' neon signs on your wounds
Later on I knew what he meant
Old days are comin' back to me

On a date with John Lee Hooker at a packed joint up in Washington
He came in with a gorgeous woman on each arm as I was singing my song
Walked Â'em right up and sat Â'em on the edge of the stage as I went singing along
And that's called "evenin' son, I'm the headliner"

Old days are comin' back to me
I don't know what was so great about Â'em
I played practically free
But I had nothing to live up to
And everywhere to be
Old days are comin' back to me

Played a gig with John Hammond Jr. up in Vancouver BC
Exotic dancer came in my dressing room, started dancing exotically
They were smoking something in the audience that night, smelled exactly like cat pee
Old days are comin' back to me

Opened up a gig for Gatemouth Brown down in Baton Rouge
He was playing that Hillbilly, Jazz, Cajun, Country, Zydeco, and Blues
Throwin' it out past the walls like some kind of musical centrifuge
Old days are comin' back to me

Old days are comin' back to me

I don't know what was so good about Â'em
I played practically free
But I had nothin' to live up to
Everywhere to be
Old days are comin' back to me

Old days are comin' back to me
I don't know what was so great about Â'em
I played practically free
But I had nothin' to live up to
Everywhere to be
Old days are comin' back to me
Old days are comin' back to me

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
I was speeding through the dark
I didn't know how far
It can all run away with you sometimes in an empty box car
You were trying to tell me something
I wasn't listening to you
There was nothing but confusion
Every time that train come blowin' through

Then you wrote me in a letter
I don't how your courage came
You told me what you wanted
Every word in tears and flame
How you loved me more than ever
In spite of all the hurt inside
And it cracked my heart wide open
Â'Til there was no place left to hide

And I want to thank you babe
For letting me back in
I want to thank you
For asking me to love you again
I want to thank you babe
For letting me back in
I want to thank you
For asking me to love you again

I'd forgotten how to be patient
I'd forgotten how to caress
I'd forgotten how to ask for help
And how to struggle for my best
I was harder than those iron wheels
Rollin' down the track
And every trip I took I never looked
To getting any feelin' back

And I want to thank you babe
For letting me back in
I want to thank you
For asking me to love you again
I want to thank you babe

For letting me back in
I want to thank you
For asking me to love you again

Then you met me at the station
With a promise and a kiss
You said my love for you will always be true
But you must remember this
Respect me and protect me
But don't expect me not to fall
And I will do the same for you
Until the final call

And I want to thank you babe
For letting me back in
I want to thank you
For asking me to love you again
I want to thank you babe
For letting me back in
I want to thank you
For asking me to love you again

Thank you baby
For letting me back in
I want to thank you
For asking me to love you again

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
Twenty years and we're still on the beat
Stretchin' out and goin' for it
I don't know if these ends will ever meet
Thing with love is you can't store it

Even when I was dead inside
You saw somethin' to remind you
Of the man I was tryin' to hide,
The man who needed just to find you

I just wanna go on with you
All the joy and pain and beauty too
Somethin' in your eyes so rare and true
I just wanna go on with you, baby.

That's when you knew I couldn't trust anyone
That's when you knew I couldn't trust myself
You said, "What good is trust with out a smokin' gun?"
If you can't risk betrayal it just sits on a shelf

That's when I knew I was in love with you
That's when the walls started comin' down
That's when I reached out of the darkest blue
And you were there to bring me back around.

I just wanna go on with you
All the joy and pain and beauty too
Somethin' in your eyes so rare and true
I just wanna go on with you, baby
I just wanna go on with you

It's like livin' in a dream
Or Wakin' up in the middle of a scream
And realizin' that you're not alone
Or anyway the boogie man went home

I just wanna go on with you
All the joy and pain and beauty too
Somethin' in your eyes so rare and true
I just wanna go on with you

I just wanna go on
I just wanna go on with you
I just wanna go
I just wanna, I just wanna
Baby

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
No need to be explicit
Anyone can see
Injury was permanent
The wound was really deep
Doesn't talk about it much
I listen when she does
And when she's in that distant place
I know it's just because

Somebody hurt my baby
Somebody hurt my girl
Somebody hurt my baby
Somebody hurt somebody in this mean ol' world

She's developed all these nervous ticks
To prove she's still alive
Does ninety down to zero
Back in over drive
Her sleep is just a nightmare state
She really gets no rest
Till someone has come forward
Till one of us confess

Somebody hurt my baby
Somebody hurt my girl
Somebody hurt my baby
Somebody hurt somebody in this mean ol' world

Somebody hurt my baby
Somebody hurt my girl
Somebody hurt my baby
Somebody hurt somebody in this mean ol' world

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
We were always happiest when we needed the least
Who knew this love would turn in to such a feast
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and a midnight snack
I'm full to the brim, but I keep comin' back
You take your tiara babe, I'll take my crown
Come on honey, let's go downtown
Trade Â'em in on pauper's rags and some worn out shoes
Count on the kindness of strangers,
That's what love can do

That's what love can do
Make you feel brand new
That's what love can do
Lose someone you thought was you
That's what love can do
Fire your heart and burn clean through
That's what love can do

It's like we've laid in this river bed for a couple o' million years
Shaped by the waters Â'till we've nearly disappeared
Two little grains of sand locked in the eternal kiss
Don't wake me up now, there's somethin' that I might miss

That's what love can do
Make you feel brand new
That's what love can do
Lose someone you thought was you
That's what love can do
Fire your heart and burn clean through
That's what love can do

You dream a dream then the dream comes true
Can you imagine what love can do?
You're alone in the coffee shop and then she's by your side
Love picks up the tab and you're both having pie

That's what love can do
Make you feel brand new
That's what love can do
Lose someone you thought was you
That's what love can do
Fire your heart and burn clean through
That's what love can do

That's what love can do
Make you feel brand new
That's what love can do
Lose someone you thought was you
That's what love can do
Fire your heart and burn clean through
That's what love can do

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
Gray and chalky like my granddaddy's skin,
The sky was cold and lonely and closin' in
All the trees look like stubble on winter's chin
And I think I'll ride my pony

There's a wreath of bone's and ribbon hangin' on my cabin door
Lusty appetites have ravaged all of summer's stores
And the fear of death don't even come to visit me no more
So I think I'll ride my pony

Ridin' someplace lonesome has no meaning
Ridin' somewhere I ain't stayed to long
Ridin' down a mountain side careening
Ridin' up some open cut with fate my only song
I think I'll ride my pony

Well the horseman you might say he is a slave to the Brute
But he loves that beast of burden and there is no substitute
For the pleasure of his saddle or the leather of his boot
So I think I'll ride my pony

Had a girl in Dickson County and we rode the Highland Rim
She kept my cabin warm in winter and mended every hem
And I would have took her with me but that trail never ends
So I think I'll ride my pony

Ridin' where spring comes up like roses
Wraps its thorns and petals Â'round my mind
Ridin' somewhere only God supposes
I could ever dream of gettin' to, from sneakin' up behind
I think I'll ride my pony

I think I'll ride my pony
I think I'll ride my pony

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
I was thinking back to the first time we met
Over plangent chords in a sad vignette
You were waving goodbye in a cherry red corvette
And your lips were too
Cherry red that is, with the sky so blue
It was almost mean and your eyes were too
So blue that is, now I am too
And my heart burns cherry red for you

Now my heart burns cherry red for you
Like a fire of beech wood, the saw don't like it
But you get some cut, one match will strike it
And the embers glow till the wee small hours
When the old seems almost new
That's when my heart burns cherry red for you

It was cherry red with custom flames
At the hot rod show when the Kingsmen came
And that bass guitar, it rattled my frame and it shook you too
The corvette was Big Daddy Roth's design
Get your picture for a dollar and have it signed
First you got yours then I got mine
And my heart burned cherry red for you

Now my heart burns cherry red for you
Like a fire of beech wood, the saw don't like it
But you get some cut, one match will strike it
And the embers glow till the wee small hours
When the old seems almost new
That's when my heart burns cherry red for you

That's when my heart burns cherry red
My heart burns cherry red
That's when my heart burns cherry red for you

Now that fake blue sky, it sure looks real
Like you were goin' to California to make a deal
With the God of youth, with the man of steel
Waving toodle-oo

Now if I was young, I might track you down
But this old picture is all I found
Now my bones are shakin', my teeth are ground down
And my heart burns cherry red for you

Now my heart burns cherry red for you
Like a fire of beech wood, the sun don't like it
But you get some cut, one match will strike it
And the embers glow till the wee small hours
When the old seems almost new
That's when my heart burns cherry red
That's when my heart burns cherry red
That's when my heart burns cherry red for you

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
I traced your arms as you laid spread out on the Sunday paper
Looked like the crime scene of an angel ghost
I heard the gate clatter to on the elevator
I wrapped myself up in it like a cold beef roast

Fell asleep, was cooked medium and placed on a dining room table in Brooklyn
Before an older couple surrounded by family and friends so wonderful and kind
I flashed back to you giving dollars to homeless men down in the bowery
Not before they convinced you it was for sandwiches and not for wine
I just could never convince you baby
This was our time
This was our time
This was our time

Now your feeding me fabulous Chinese takeout on the dampened bed sheets
Our last supper so you might say
I woke up in a cold sweat and realized we'd never cooked one meal together
You always said, "Why bother?" with the cuisines of the world laid at our feet here everyday

Then I thought of our first date back in Nashville
We shared the pupu platter you enjoyed it with such gusto I took it for a sign
We would have many happy meals together in a warm dining room somewhere maybe even
Brooklyn
That was way back then, and I was just another guy with food on his mind
But this, baby this was our time

This was our time
This was our time
This was our time
What did you have in mind?
This was our time

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
It's like I got two hearts with you baby
Like I've got two ears
It goes in one and out the other
Whenever you are near

A train of smoke and flames keep a comin'
Like a burning spear
And I know you watch me go
Even as I'm standing here

Doppelganger, Caterwauling
Notes trail off low
Love comes and love keeps going
That's really all I know

You hear the sound of a lonesome town
You wanna let that whistle blow
But it gets there before you do
And it leaves before you wanna go

Two hearts one for me and one for you
Two hearts do you feel the way I do
Two hearts one to have and one to yield
Two hearts and 100 miles of steel
I keep running back and forth, running back and forth for what's real

Could it be there's four between us
That don't scare me none
I seen you when you felt like running
I seen you with your gun

A single bullet in the barrel
Midnight chamber spun
Morning kiss, an unclaimed fist
And you laughing at the sun

Two hearts, one for me one for you
Two hearts do you feel just like I do
Two hearts one to have and one to yield
Two hearts and a hundred miles of steel
I keep running back and forth, running back and forth just to feel

Two hearts one for me one for you
Two hearts do you feel the way I do
Two hearts one to have and one to yield
Two hearts and a million miles of steel
Two hearts
Two hearts

I keep running back and forth, running back and forth just to feel

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
Truth is I never was young
Shot like a bullet from a rusty old gun
I could never find the straight and true
Honey, baby till I found you

I ain't saying I ever grown up girl
Oh I'm the biggest baby in the world
I know you can say a lot about that
But you're so sweet you keep it under your hat

Honey I'm still the same old man
That you married way back when
A few less brain cells a lot less hair
Honey tell me do you still care

I love you more than I ever did
I love you just like a little kid
Guess I'll always be your biggest fan
Honey I'm still the same old man

We been down a rough road or two
This is another one we'll get through
Don't ask me how I know
I'm just saying baby please don't go

Cause I can still sparkle up your eyes
You can still cut me down to size
Please take me as I am
Honey I'm still the same old man

Honey I'm still the same old man
That you married way back when
A few less brain a lot less hair
Honey tell me do you still care

I love you more than I ever did
I love you just like a little kid
I guess I'll always be your biggest fan
Honey I'm still the same old man

You start out trying to change everything
You wind up dancing with who you bring
I loved you then and my love still stands
Honey I'm still the same old man

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : Same Old Man
Sometimes I don't like being where I am
No matter what
I'd rather been in a barrel of kosher salt and pickle brine
With a thousand paper cuts
I'm uncomfortable in my own skin you might say
Feeling my own guts
So tell me something about yourself sweetheart
Before I screw this whole thing up

Say you feel like a phony romancer
Tho you still believe in love
Make you feel like a dancer
Like you've got all the answers
Leave you wondering what you were made of
You don't see no chain mail, hiding puppy dog tails
I've been sufficiently horrified
I got just enough left to want to see what's next
Let's give this love a try

[Chorus:]
Let's give this love a try
All we can do is cry
Hang out your tears to dry
Let's try this love
Let's give this love a try
The sun setting in your eyes
I'm all out of when and why
Let's try this love

I've never met two people more likely to explode
Scattered, shot, screwed, covered up
And smothered up into each other's arms
Please forgive me my basic negativity
God help us both if you find it even part of my charm
By the way you swept me off my feet
With the gentleness of an angel flying by
I'm a long shot baby but they do come in
Why don't we give this love a try

[Chorus:]
I'm all out of when and why
Let's try this love

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads
Hanging on a rearview mirror that bleeds
Keepin' her eyes on the open road
No tellin' where that son-a bitch goes

Got her doors locked doin' 75
Don't care to be caught now, dead or alive
Seen enough to kill anyone's soul
Keepin' her eyes on the open road
Keepin' her eyes on the open road

The open road where the hopeless come
To see if hope still runs
One by one they bring their broke down loads
And leave 'em where the hobo dreams are stowed
Out on the open road
Out on the open road

Midnight fallin' like a bag of bones
Weighted down now the rest with stones
Bouncin' off a river the moon made steel
Cracking off the chrome of a steering wheel

Anything back there is burned and dead
Any love they made any words they said
Nothing to do now but drop it and roll
Into the lights of the open road
Into the lights of the open road

The open road where the hopeless come
To see if hope still runs
One by one they bring their broke down loads
And leave 'em where the hobo dreams are stowed
Out on the open road
Out on the open road

Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads
Hanging on a rearview mirror on the beach
Keepin' their eyes on the open road
No tellin' where that son-a bitch goes

The open road where the hopeless come
To see if hope still runs
One by one they bring their broke down loads
And leave 'em where the hobo dreams are stowed
Out on the open road
Out on the open road

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
Haulin', I'm haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill

Well, I'm flyin', flyin'
No one on the road tonight
My radar detector's not buzzin'
No eighteen wheeler, not a cop in sight

Got a little gig in Nashville
Beat it back to Arkansas
Followed me all the way to Little Rock
Sayin' something I done was against the law

So I'm haulin', haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
Gonna see my baby
Gonna see my baby with time to kill

So I'm haulin', haulin'
I'm gonna get there
Rollin' in the bluegrass of Kentucky
I'm gonna get there

V-8 slappin out real time
Deeper than a 808
Leakin'red eye gravy from my manifold
Spoutin' hot coffee from the boiler plate

I'm chewin' up the road like biscuits
Makin' all the time in the world
Sun comes up and I'm crossin'
Kentucky state line gonna see my girl

She likes it early in the mornin'
Like it in the evening too
In between she don't mind it
Just about any old time will do

So I'm haulin', haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill

And I'm haulin', haulin'
I'm gonna get there
Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky
Yeah I'm gonna get there

I tell her not to worry
They couldn't pin nothin' on me
Club owner short a hundred dollars
I do it for fun, but I still gotta eat

I cut him and I coasted through Conway
Put him by the side of the road
Made Fort Smith that evening
Packed me a bag now I'm ready to go

And I'm haulin', haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
Gonna see my baby with time to kill

Flyin', flyin'
I'm gonna get there
Rolling in the green grass of Kentucky
Oh, I'm gonna get there

Flyin', flyin'
I'm gonna get there
Rolling in the green grass of Kentucky
Oh, I'm gonna get there

Yeah

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
Kickin' and a-screamin'
Only way I learn
I'm afraid of my own shadow
Not the bridge around the turn

Well I lost myself and found myself
While you were kissin' ass
And I know it's not your nature
Just to let me pass

I'm gonna go down swingin'
Singin' till the end
I'm gonna go down swingin'
You and me and your best friend
I'm gonna go down swingin'
Upper cut and two left jabs
I'm gonna go down swingin' with everything I have

Sometimes I am a predator
Prowlin' for my life
Other times I am a field mouse
Running for the sides
Of the biggest, flattest corn field
Bigger than my Indiana home
'Til the harvest comes along
And I leave my tiny bones

I'm gonna go down swingin'
Singin' till the end
I'm gonna go down swingin'
Like the Duke recommends
I'm gonna go down swingin'
For the bleachers in left field
I'm gonna go down swingin' like a blade of steel

There's a scarecrow scarin' nothin'
Trumpet player in the barn
And he's puffin' both his cheeks out
And he's liftin' both his arms

As he blows his notes to heaven
As the preacher dunks you in
And all along the river
The air is sweet as sin

I wanna go down singin'
Hallelujah Gabriel
I wanna go down singin'
Oh, you play the blues so well
I wanna go down swingin'
Three sheets to the wind
I wanna go down swingin', punch drunk to the end

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
Keep an eye on my blind spots
There's too many
Keep lookin' for some light
But there isn't any
Was top dead center baby
Now my motor's gone soft
I used to roll through here like a freight train
But my wheels come off

Got the ring my sister gave me
Said it was my mom's
The day she died of cancer
I stole her morphine and gone
Oh, I lived like a lion in Nashville
For a couple more years
I used to roll through here like a freight train
But I slipped my gears

I paid a price for everything
You can't play it down
They'll kick you off an empty boxcar
And leave you in this town
I only want the best for you
I passed it somewhere along the way
I used to roll through here like a freight train
Baby what can I say?

I had sunshine in my kitchen
Butter on my toast
Coffee brewed up in a lovin' cup
In the presence of the Holy Ghost
But I just kept comin' and goin'
You couldn't stop crying
Used to roll through here like a freight train
Must've been outta my mind

Don't think you never got to me
Oh, baby you really did
Your love is all I ever think of
Hurts to keep it hid
But I'm not foolin' anybody
Only myself for a while
I used to roll through here like a freight train
I used to make you smile

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
My baby puts her hairspray on
With a lit cigarette in her mouth
Takes her fingernail polish off
Speedin' down some rural route
Got a carburetor so leaned out
I think she's burnin' Pam
I'm the son of a locker salesman
She calls me her lover man

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my :

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

She once trained a horse to do cartwheels
Put a coyote in a sleeper hold
Her heart's been pierced by love repeatedly
But her mind is magnetic and bold
All she ever got outta women's college
Was some kind of fifth degree
Seems she couldn't keep her skirts
Far enough down below her knee

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my...

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

When that sun comes up
She'll be deadheadin' all alone
She's been up all night
Just tryin' to beat that red guy home

She brings me coffee in her careless panties
Hickory cane and an old straw hat
Fringe velcro'd to a buckskin jacket
Cause daddy never let her leave the house lookin' like that

She's so beautiful it hurts my feelings
I think she's been around once or twice
A thousand years of hearts she's been stealin'
I'm happy to pay love's sacrifice

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my...

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
My baby puts her hairspray on
With a lit cigarette in her mouth
Takes her fingernail polish off
Speedin' down some rural route
Got a carburetor so leaned out
I think she's burnin' Pam
I'm the son of a locker salesman
She calls me her lover man

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my :

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

She once trained a horse to do cartwheels
Put a coyote in a sleeper hold
Her heart's been pierced by love repeatedly
But her mind is magnetic and bold
All she ever got outta women's college
Was some kind of fifth degree
Seems she couldn't keep her skirts
Far enough down below her knee

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my...

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

When that sun comes up
She'll be deadheadin' all alone
She's been up all night
Just tryin' to beat that red guy home

She brings me coffee in her careless panties
Hickory cane and an old straw hat
Fringe velcro'd to a buckskin jacket
Cause daddy never let her leave the house lookin' like that

She's so beautiful it hurts my feelings
I think she's been around once or twice
A thousand years of hearts she's been stealin'
I'm happy to pay love's sacrifice

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my...

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
Other half of last night's cigar
A couple of Pop Tarts
Cold cup of coffee
There's a fine new start
I'm gonna find you
If it breaks my heart
Tail wind and God willing

I don't even know anymore
If anything's true
Don't even know what love can do
I still wonder though
If love can pull us thru
All this time we been killin'

It's a wonder of love
Keeps me up above ground
The wonder of love
Keeps me looking all around
The wonder of love
Doesn't know when it's down
That's the wonder of love

I'm not even gonna ask you
Where you been
I'm afraid if I go with you
Won't come back again
What would we be leaving
This breakfast of champions
Sometimes I just can't get goin'

I've been looking for you all these years
Sittin' across this kitchen table here
You pass the sugar and suddenly it all comes clear
It's the wonder of love that's showin'

It's a wonder of love
Keeps my shirt on straight
It's a wonder I can even concentrate
I wonder why I always have to wait
That's the wonder of love

I got down on my knees last night
And I thanked someone
For the chance for two people
To try and live together and not run
I lost ya that night
You were gone in the next day's sun
That's the wonder of love

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
I cheated on my love
I cheated on my taxes
Burned bridges
Ground axes

I stole cars
I stole dope
Left scars
Killed hope

What kind of man do you think I am
One twist and I'd do it all again
What kind of man got these holes in his mind
Do the same thing over and over again
Expecting something different this time
What kind of man do you think I am

I'm living in your house
I'm holding your hand
Sleeping in your bed
Cooking in your pan

You see the man who loves you
You see the man you love
But I have hidden claws
Inside these gloves

What kind of man do you think I am
One twist and I'd do it all again
What kind of man got these holes in his mind
Do the same thing over and over again
Expecting it be different this time
What kind of man do you think I am

Come clean and stand tall
To thee thyne own self be true
But sometimes I don't know
Who's foolin' who

It's not my place to question
Not my place to know
Now tell me
What kind of man gonna run this kind of show

What kind of man do you think I am babe
Another thing comin' if you think I can babe
Pick you up every chance I get
Well, I broke your heart for no other reason
Than my mind was already set
Oh, what kind of man

What kind of man do you think I am
What kind of man do you think I am
Oh, what kind of man

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
I'll see my mother again I know
I see her everywhere I go
Sometimes I see my father too
Pourin' over blueprints that he drew
He made his way with sweat and brains
So I could ride this first class train
Well, he didn't even know where to
Only knew it wouldn't be long
Always movin' on

Sing a song about the big ship goin' down
Grandma cried, Grandpa too
Then we went to town to get some ice cream
See a picture show
Come back and take a swim in the lake's moon glow
Well, I knew then there were no watery graves
Just tears and laughter and moonlight on the waves
Then the cryin' of the mornin' loon
Pretty soon summers' gone
Always movin' on

My wife's mama lyin' in a dyin' bed
They've anointed her with oils and some words are being said
Somethin' about the soul bein' present eternally
Does that mean I'll be seein' you , babe
And will you be seein' me

Twilight's dimmin' down another day
Been some moments I didn't wanna let slip away
As if they wouldn't, as if I could
Stay in a place where time just stood
Like wood and steel in a watery grave
No tears no laughter, no moonlight on the waves
Well there's no place like that, it's true
Right here's where you and I belong
Always movin' on
Always movin' on

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
I'm sorry babe
I was trying to leave the black dog home
Oh I'm sorry baby
I was tryin' to leave the black dog home

Well I'm sorry baby
I was tryin' to leave the black dog home
But he followed me to your house
And he carried his old chew bone

I gotta a 57 Ford babe
Painted Fireball Roberts white and red
Gotta a 57 Ford baby
Painted Fireball Roberts white and red

Gotta a 57 Ford baby
Painted Fireball Roberts white and red
I haven't run my last race darlin'
But I sometimes wish I did

Don't feel sorry for our love baby
We stuck it right down in the turn
Don't feel sorry for our love babe
Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn

Don't feel sorry for our love baby
Nah we stuck it right down in the turn
And it's not everyday you can walk away
With just these few memories to burn

No, it's not everyday you can walk away
With just these few memories to burn

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Artist : JOHN HIATT
Album : The Open Road
Well, I don't need a reason that
I find your love so pleasin'
I know you can carry me back home
Been out in the wilderness
I could use a little tenderness
Baby I know you can carry me back home

And I give good as I get
This is a night you will never forget
So I'm not tellin', I'm askin' you
Abandon all known points of view
Honey let me carry you back home

I've been sailin' a ship of fools
Past steel-eyed buildings, glass swimming pools
Baby you can carry me back home
They all said the earth was flat
But I think I can live with that
Baby you can carry me back home

Trust, that's a word that we know
But how much does it take to let go
I would give my life for you
Do anything to pull you through
Honey let me carry you back home

And your love lingers on in my mind
Well after the fact of any moment sublime

So I'm not tellin', I'm askin' you
Abandon all old points of view
And honey let me carry you back home

So I'm not tellin', I'm askin' you
Abandon all known points of view
Honey, let me carry you back home

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : Beer, Bait And Ammo
Speak of the Devil

Heaven sent an angel to me to save me from lifeÂ's misery
She seemed to fall right outta the sky
I caught her here in my arms
Well life was pretty peachy things were really keen
All the sudden that olÂ' gal got mean
Her wings fell off she started turninÂ' red
And that old broken halo fell right off of her head yeahÂ…

(chorus)

Speak of the devil here she comes
Yeah, sheÂ's got this poor boy on the run
Oh, I swear sheÂ's got horns and a tail
A pitchfork and a book of spells
Speak of the devil here she comes, and here I go!

Fallen angel fell from grace
They kicked her out of that heavenly place
She was a raisinÂ' hell and breakinÂ' all the rules
TellinÂ' lies, breakinÂ' hearts, being mean and cruel
So now sheÂ's down here on earth doinÂ' the devilÂ's dirty work
StealinÂ' the soul of every man she can find
Sweet lips and pretty eyes oh they were a thin disguise
My little angel was a devil all along ohÂ…

(repeat chorus)

Here I goÂ…TryinÂ' to duck, tryinÂ' to dodge, tryinÂ' to shake her
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, I canÂ't escape her
SheÂ's everywhere I go she knows my every move
Oh I know IÂ'm bound to loose

(repeat chorus)

Speak of the devil here she comes
Yeah, sheÂ's got this poor boy on the run
Oh, I swear sheÂ's got horns and a tail
A pitchfork and a book of spells
Speak of the devil here she comes, and here I go

Speak of the, speak of the, speak of the devil here she comes
Speak of the, speak of the, speak of the devil here she comes
Speak of the, speak of the, speak of the devil here she comes
Speak of the devil here she comes and here I go.

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : Beer, Bait And Ammo
Many times IÂ've been told
That old gal has no soul
SheÂ'll chew you up, spit you out
Leave you boy, there ainÂ't no doubt
All the men say sheÂ's mean
That side of her I ainÂ't ever seen
A little sugar, a lot of spice
A little naughty, a little nice

SheÂ's my little butterbean
The cutest thing youÂ've ever seen
Oh my little Texas queen
SheÂ's my little butterbean

Well I met her down in San Antone
Those local boys left her alone
They all said she was the devilÂ's one and only child
I donÂ't believe it
Not one word
There ainÂ't one thing IÂ've ever heard
ThatÂ'll change the way I feel
That girlÂ's got me head over heels

SheÂ's my little butterbean
The cutest thing youÂ've ever seen
Oh my little Texas queen
SheÂ's my little butterbean

SheÂ's my little butterbean
The cutest thing youÂ've ever seen
Oh my little Texas queen
SheÂ's my little butterbean

My little Lonestar hootchie-coo
Well IÂ've chased her to Timbuktu
SheÂ's gone from Fort Worth to Abilene
And every roadhouse in-between
SheÂ's as hot as cakes on a griddle
That girl goes wild when the bow hits the fiddle
She loves to swing and do-se-do
ThatÂ's why I love her so

SheÂ's my little butterbean
The cutest thing youÂ've ever seen
Oh my little Texas queen
SheÂ's my little butterbean

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : Beer, Bait And Ammo
Penny For Your Thoughts By Kevin Fowler

Some folks put a price on everything
Cause nothin' in life comes for free
Well love don't cost money, just hard work and time
You've got to give if you want to receive

I'd give a penny for your thoughts
The world for one kiss
Give my life for your love
Give it all for one wish
I would buy you the moon
And the stars up above
I could you buy most anything
But I can't buy your love

When it comes to love and money
It seems the two go hand in hand
At least that's what they say
About love these days
I just don't understand
Yes I'd be a heathen if I were to believe
She could love me for who I am
I'd give it all away just to hear her say
I love my poor man

Chorus

Chorus

I would buy you the moon
And the stars up above
I could you buy most anything
But I can't buy your love

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : Beer, Bait And Ammo
Well if you looked up "fool" in Webster's Dic book
You'd find a picture of me
You'd say now this ole boy
Ain't too smart wearing his heart on his sleeve
I'm a sucker for love, oh I'm a true romantic
I've been the fool before
But girl that's ever known me, has gone and left me lonely
And I kept comin' back for more

Cuz I'm hellbent for a heartache
I keep fallin' over and over again
It's a lesson in love I can't get the hang of
It's the game of chance I ain't ever gonna win
I'm hellbent for a heartache
I keep fallin' over and over again
Well my heart's at stake
But that's the chance I'll take
Cuz I'm hellbent for a heartache

Now all my life I've been mistreated
A little good lovin' is all I ever needed
To keep me alive, keep me hangin' on
Oh for once it'd sure feel nice
Not to be singing these blues
I never learn, I just keep on believing
Til one day these people come true

(Chorus 2x)

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : Beer, Bait And Ammo

Well now early one day
I was a-on my way
to my favorite fishin hole
I's a thinking I could sure use
Another bottle of booze
My baits a-runnin a little low
yeah and a box of twelve gauge would be all the rage
when I'm all liquered up and I'm feeling good
Well just down the road there was a place called Bubba's
Man he's got the goods

*Chorus*
And the sign said beer bait and ammo
yeah they got everything in between
yeah they got a-anything any old
beer drinking hell raising bonafide redneck needs
they got your fishing hooks
got your dirty books
got your rebel flag on the wall
sign said beer bait and ammo
yeah you ask me they got it all

well now when a-I walked in
I can't a-even begin
to describe just what I smelt
Lord was it the catfish bait
or something bubba had ate
was it those pickeled eggs on the shelf

yeah with a toothless grin
he said boy step right on in
make yourself right at home
I said no no no thank you man
just a twelve pack of cans
and I'll be good to go

chorus X3

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : Beer, Bait And Ammo
(chorus)
If these old walls could talk
I'd be a sad man
She'd left me long ago
If she knew the things I did back then
No, they ain't said a word
Stood silent through it all
I'd be a lonely man
If these old walls could talk

This old house of ours
It's made of stone but it's built on sand
And these four walls they are my best friends
They're keepin' all my past locked deep inside
No one will ever know
All those things I did so long ago
I keep runnin' tryin' to hide from yesterday

But there's just no need
I know my secret's safe

(repeat chorus)

They've stood the test of time
Never let me down
I've put it all behind me
They remind me
I'm on shaky ground
They won't let me forget

(repeat chorus)

Yea, I'd be a lonely man
If these old walls could talk
I'd be a sad man
She'd left me long ago
If she only knew all those things I did back then

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : Beer, Bait And Ammo
(intro)
Something is wrong, but he won't say
The way he's acting should give it away
Stayin' out late not sayin' a word
Silence says everything
The sign posts they are red
There's a rough road up ahead
Well, I could spell it out in black and white
It's no use 'cause you won't try
To see what's going on around you

(chorus)
Girl if you don't know by now
Guess I'll have to spell it out
He may not say what's on his mind
'Gotta learn to read between the lines

You played the fool, oh you played it well
But it's time you should be changin'
With your head in the sand it's hard to tell
Just what he's trying to do
Half truths and all his lies
And them half-baked alibis
Well now, you've been holdin' on too hard for too long

(chorus)

(solos)

(chorus x 2)

oh no no, oh no no, read between the lines
oh no no, oh no no, gotta read between the
girl if you don't know by now i guess i'll have to spell it out for you.

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : High On The Hog
Uno, Dos, Tres, Quatro
Well her name was Rita Flores
Met her down in Matamores
She was hotter than the Mexican sun
She's one sweet Chicita
My latino lolita
I knew right then she had to be the one

She worked at the cantina
So I ordered a teqilla
Just to get a closer look into her eyes
Handed her my peso
She turned and walked away
I don't think she even realized

Oh Senorita, Ooh Mas Fina
Come and love my por favor
I want to be your numero uno
Your one and only Vato
Me love you long and that's for sure
want to hold you, never let go
I'll be your little gringo
Marry you and take you away
Aww Senorita, Ooh Mas Fina
Why won't you love me baby Por Que

Yeah she never caught my lingo
because I was a gringo
she didn't understand a word I'd say
she say "mi no comprende"
but that smile on her face
told me I should try it anyway

chorus X2
I said aww senorita, ooh mas fina
why won't you love me baby por que

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : High On The Hog

Chorus:
I feel sorry for the next girl in line, whoa
She ain’t got a chance in hell
The last one taught me not to let my guard down
Yeah, I’ve learned my lesson well, I’m not lovin’ anymore

If I seem like a jaded man
I’ve been burned time and again
By the flames of love, Lord above
Knows I try real hard
Not sure that I’m through with love
One thing I am sure of
I don’t want to feel this way again
So I'll tell ya now

Chorus

I’d be a fool to try again
Love’s a game you just can’t win
So for a while I think that I’ll
Sit out of the game
All the hurt and pain I feel
The wounds of love take time to heal
So don’t be a-thinkin that I’ll be a-lovin’ soon
So I'll tell ya now

Chorus

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Artist : KEVIN FOWLER
Album : High On The Hog
Girl until the day I met you my heart was feelinÂ' down
I was lookinÂ' for a lover who wouldnÂ't like any other
And thinkinÂ' she could never be found
I was searchinÂ' high and low, honey donÂ't you know You were all I was lookinÂ' for
Then you came along and my luck started changinÂ' IÂ'm feelinÂ' like never before

(chorus)
You were lonely, you were only in my dreams
Were so lonely, aw but now you got me livinÂ' so High on the hog,
girl you got me feelinÂ' like IÂ'm the top dog, like IÂ've
died and gone to heaven
IÂ'm on cloud nine, livinÂ' mighty fine
YouÂ're all I ever wanted but thought IÂ'd never find High on the hog,
my feet ainÂ't even touchinÂ' the ground

Well, once I was a poor man never thought that love was ever gonna come my way
Yea, the bottom of the barrel was all I ever saw I was sinkinÂ' lower every day
Not a penny to my name,
my life ainÂ't been the same since you came walkinÂ' through my door
Now IÂ'm here in high cotton, IÂ'm
livinÂ' mighty large,
IÂ'm grinninÂ' like never before

(chorus twice)

My feet ainÂ't even touchinÂ' the ground
Yea, my feet ainÂ't even touchinÂ' the ground

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