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Drinkin' Man Blues
03:57
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Drinkin Man Blues
When I get to thinking
I'm thinking 'bout drinking
I'm drinking cause I'm thinking 'bout you
When I was drinking
I could care less what you were thinking
My drinking is what drove you away
I got them thinkin 'bout drinkin man blues
Well I got em from thinkin 'bout you
I got them thinkin 'bout drinkin man blues
Well I got em from thinkin 'bout you
Well I had me a woman
Who loved me strong
I threw it all away
Well I got the shakes trying to get rid of the bottle
But I can't shake these feelings of you
I got them thinkin 'bout drinkin man blues
Well I got em from thinkin 'bout you
I got them thinkin 'bout drinkin man blues
Well I got em from thinkin 'bout you
You said when you left me the bottle would kill me
Now I'm dying here without you
And if I called you and told you I was sober
Would you ever, would you ever come home
I got them thinkin 'bout drinkin man blues
Well I got em from thinkin 'bout you
I got them thinkin 'bout drinkin man blues
Well I got em from thinkin 'bout you
I got them thinkin 'bout drinkin man blues
Well I got em from thinkin 'bout you
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If It Ain't Broke
03:03
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If it ain't Broke
If it ain't broke don't fix it
If it's love don't overthink it
If you want it go out and get it
If it ain't broke baby don't fix it
If you fail at least you tried
If you don't you'll regret it 'til the day that you die
And if it's meant to be
Then it'll be
And it is what it is and it ain't what it ain't
If your love is broken you can't fix it with paint
You gotta build your love with a strong foundation
If it's shaky ground then it's just infatuation
If it ain't broke don't fix it
If it's love don't overthink it
If you want it go out and get it
If it ain't broke baby don't fix it
And it is what it is and it ain't what it ain't
If your love is broken you can't fix it with paint
You gotta build your love with a strong foundation
If it's shaky ground then it's just infatuation
If it ain't broke don't fix it
If it's love don't overthink it
If you want it go out and get it
If it ain't broke baby don't fix it
If it ain't broke for God's sakes
Then baby don't fix it
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Gone But Not Forgotten
05:21
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Gone but not Forgotten
He had his own cue
Was a bit of a shark
His time on earth
Was cut way too short
And I still sleep
In his red plaid shirt
Yeah the scent's long gone
Damn it broke my heart
And you're gone but not forgotten
And I think of you so often
And I know we'll meet again
On the steps to the gates of Heaven
She wore work boots
With her usherette dress
I tried to make her laugh
She was not impressed
She had a stubborn streak
And a loyal heart
And when she held you
You were safe in her arms
And he held my hand
Walked me to the corner
Yeah that's Momma said
Look after your brother
And in his final days
I held his hand
Said it's ok to go
To that promised land
But you're gone but not forgotten
And I think of you so often
And I know we'll meet again
On the steps to the gates of Heaven
Her windows are dark
But the cross burns bright
While the music plays
On through the night
Her pictures still hang
On my walls
And when the phone rings
I still think it's her callin'
He taught me to ride
With a gentle heart
I felt him let go
But our bond would still hold
Now I hope he can feel
The warm breeze though his hair
The sun on his skin
With miles to spare
And you're gone but not forgotten
And I think of you so often
And I know we'll meet again
On the steps to the gates of Heaven
And you're gone but not forgotten
And I think of you so often
And I know we'll meet again
On the steps to the gates of Heaven
On the steps to the gates of Heaven
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You Don't Know Jack
03:10
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You Don't Know Jack
Well, I like me some bourbon and I like me some gin
In the summer there's vodka with a lime thrown in
But when the days get shorter, night's get cold
There's a few things in life I like to hold
A woman I love and a good cigar
A bottle of Jack and my Gibson guitar
Sittin' out by the fire with my old metal flask
If you don't like whiskey, you don't know Jack
And I dream of the islands in the winter time
Hangin' out on the beach with some good friends of mine
Havana Daydreamin' on the radio
The wind is howling and there's two feet of snow
But when the days get shorter, night's get cold
There's a few things in life I like to hold
A woman I love and a good cigar
A bottle of Jack and my Gibson guitar
Sittin' out by the fire with my old metal flask
If you don't like whiskey, you don't know Jack
Well I long for warm breezes on a lazy afternoon
A dip in the ocean and a Jimmy Buffett tune
But I'm sitting on a lake that's frozen in time
Whiskey warms my heart, like liquid sunshine
Yeah when the days get shorter, the night's get cold
There's a few things in life I like to hold
A woman I love and a good cigar
A bottle of Jack and my Gibson guitar
Sittin' out by the fire with my old metal flask
If you don't like whiskey, you don't know Jack
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5. |
Legal Weed
04:16
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Legal Weed
Legal Weed, oh legal weed
It's growing in my backyard like a tree
What used to be a felony is now considered good for me
I can't stop smokin all that legal weed
Legal weed and government greed
Takin money from the dealer on the street
So easy now to get it, one click and they FedEx it
You never have to leave home to get high
Legal weed cures all your ills
It's better than your doc's prescription pills
There's gummy bears with thc, bath oils with cbd
Adios to all your aches and pains
Legal weed it can't be wrong
Ask Snoop Dog, Willie or Cheech and Chong
Possession charge is now a joke, I do believe I'll have a toke
Roll me up and smoke me when I'm gone
Illegal weed is much more fun
Hidin it from daddy and from mom
But now they're smoking just like us
They're riding on that magic bus
Trippin down hwy 420
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Legal weed, it's better than booze
You don't want to fight you just want to snooze
My dealer's now an herbalist I'm gettin high not gettin pissed
My liver thanks me every single day
Legal weed makes me feel great
But I never counted on gainin this much weight
I put on 30 lbs eatin pizza and Doritos
I'm biggie sizing and eating Mickey Ds
Legal weed it's not just for kids
Grandma's got some brownies in the fridge
And Grandpa's smokin ganja, wacky weed is his new mantra
Stereo is blastin Grateful Dead
Illegal weed was much more fun
Hidin it from daddy and from mom
Now they're smoking just like us
They're riding on that magic bus
Trippin down hwy 420
Legal weed, oh legal weed
It's growing in my backyard like a tree
What used to be a felony is now considered good for me
I can't stop smokin all that legal weed
Legal weed, oh legal weed
It's growing in my backyard like a tree
What used to be a felony is now considered good for me
I can't stop smokin all that legal weed
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6. |
The Pool
04:03
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The Pool
Skimming on the surface
So I don't stop and sink
Into the depths
Where I lose myself again
Trying to keep my head
Above the rising water
Cause drowning right now
Might just do me in
Well you know I ain't no liar
And you know you ain't no fool
Well I'm begging for more time before bathing
In that pool
I know it's gonna happen
Hell I wish you'd know that too
Tuesday's woman was artless
Friday's man so true
Dancing on the surface
Has more pros than cons
Stoke a burning fire, hell
More fodder for a song
Well you know I ain't no liar
And you know you ain't no fool
Well I'm begging for more time before bathing
In that pool
Well you know I ain't no liar
And you know you ain't no fool
Well I'm begging for more time before
Bathing in that pool
Well you know I ain't no liar
And you know you ain't no fool
Well I'm begging for more time before bathing
In that pool
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Home is Where the Heartache Lives
I don't know where or why she roams
It's half past 3 she ain't home
I'm sittin' here all alone
Cause home is where the heartache is
Trust is gone nobody gives
A damn about the marriage or the kids
Well I hear the door when she comes in
She stumbles through the kitchen
I smell the cheap perfume, the smoke and gin
Mascara's running under her eyes
Lipstick's smeared she starts to cry
I'm sick of hearing all her cheating lies
Cause you know home is where the heartache is
Trust is gone nobody gives
A damn about the marriage or the kids
She used to be the only one
Now she's out with everyone
I keep wondering when it all went south
Cause home is where the heartache lies
You lose the trust and then it dies
Ain't nothin' left but goodbyes
Cause home is where the heartache lives
The trust is gone nobody gives
A damn about the marriage or the kids
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Mixed Drinks about my Feelings
And I got mixed drinks about my feelings
I got a bar down the street where I can go
And they always ask me how I'm doin'
But they don't really want to know (and I like it that way)
You see I got home from work tonight
And she asked me about last night's fight
And she asked me about the things she'd said
And in my mind I just wish I was dead
So I just said what I thought she wanted to hear
Yeah you were right, I was wrong, I love you dear
Then she asked what I was agreeing to
And I just stared 'cause I didn't have a fuckin' clue
And I got mixed drinks about my feelings
I got a bar down the street where I can go
And they always ask me how I'm doin'
But they don't really want to know (and I love it that way)
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And I got outta that house and I went down to the bar
It's one place I can go that ain't very far
And Jimmy says how's the wife? and I said happy wife, happy life
But that ain't necessarily true
And I just wish I could figure out just what she means
She says one thing, then another and I'm in between
And they say married men live longer but I just think it seems that way
Well I'm counting down the hours until I pass away
And I got mixed drinks about my feelings
I got a bar down the street where I can go
And they always ask me how I'm doin'
But they don't really want to know (and I love it that way)
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9. |
The Last Train
03:50
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The Last Train
Well I was almost caught in the spring of '63
But I dodged a bullet that was clearly meant for me
And she was fast but I was faster
She through that lasso but I slipped right past her
Hopped that rattler on the way to Tennessee
And I was almost caught in the spring of '63
Well I was almost caught in the fall of '75
And I threw that dice but it came up snake eyes
And lady luck she was smilin' at me
Like the cat that ate that damn canary
But that boxcar got me out alive
And I was almost caught in the fall of '75
And there ain't no woman gonna tie me down
I'll end up six feet in the ground
Try as they might they might give it a shot
But there ain't no woman gonna get me caught
Well I was almost caught in the winter of '84
Well I dropped that four piece suit to the floor
And she was lookin' to hold me for 20 on the river
Jack rabbit parole I'd never out live her
And I flipped that tank car but I coulda swore
And I was almost caught in the winter of '84
Well I was almost caught in the summer of '96
Blood stains on my duster from bein' pussy whipped
And hasher thought she had me on the right track
Well I hauled that 6 string onto my back
Mule bent that rail and realigned that switch
And I was almost caught in the summer of '96
And there ain't no woman gonna tie me down
I'll end up six feet in the ground
Try as they might they might give it a shot
But there ain't no woman gonna get me caught
And there ain't no woman gonna tie me down
Ain't no woman gonna have me bound
When you hear that lonesome train
Ride away and break those chains
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Woodstock on My Mind
04:42
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Woodstock
We're heading down Hwy 65
It's 1969
She's looking so pretty there by my side
The blue in her peasant dress matches her eyes
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
The smell of patchouli fills the air
As she brushes her long black hair
She looks at me and gives me the sign
Peace and love sure looks fine
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
My 3-speed beetle it plugs along
She's singing that Jefferson Airplane song
Just ask Alice when she's 10 ft tall
The one's that mother give you don't do anything at all
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
He's smiling at me now without a care
Sunlight fills our car loves lives everywhere
His hand in mind we drive the miles
Down country roads past fields of flowers
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
Heavens open up rain's pouring down
We're over half a million strong
Mud and music feed our souls
The Earth absorbs our peace and our hope
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
We've both got Woodstock on our minds
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11. |
Pray to the Bottle
02:54
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Pray to the Bottle
And whiskey won't save me
And God won't drink with me
So I curse His name in vain
And I pray to the bottle
And I know that I outta
But I can't get over that pain
And if Jesus would drink with me
Life would be fine
I'd have a friend
Turning water into wine
But whiskey won't save me
And God won't drink with me
So I curse His name in vain
And I'm sitting at the altar of this lonely bar
And the bartender looks like Jesus from afar
And I'm down on my knees and I'm begging him please
Don't let this well run dry
And if Jesus would drink with me
Life would be fine
I'd have a friend
Turning water into wine
But whiskey won't save me
And God won't drink with me
So I curse His name in vain
So I drink to the Father
And I drink to the Son
And I drink to the spirits
But not the Holy ones
I confess I'm a sinner
God knows I'm no winner
And I'm hoping for Heaven not Hell
But if Jesus would drink with me
Life would be fine
I'd have a friend
Turning water into wine
But whiskey won't save me
And God won't drink with me
So I curse His name in vain
And I pray to the bottle
And I know that I outta
But I can't get over this pain
No I can't get over this pain
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12. |
Cocaine Shane
02:56
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Cocaine Shane
Cocaine Shane
Cocaine Shane
He don't look too bright
But man he's gotta lotta brains
They want him up in Princeton
They want him down in Yale
He'll probably go to Harvard
If he doesn't end up in jail
Cocaine Shane
Cocaine Shane
He don't look too bright
But man he's gotta lotta brains
He started selling pot in the high school parking lot
But Charlie said one day, man, is that all you got
I want something stronger that'll last a little longer
Fernando said I've got an uncle in Tijuana
Cocaine Shane
Cocaine Shane
He don't look too bright
But man he's gotta lotta brains
They want him up in Princeton
They want him down in Yale
He'll probably go to Harvard
If he doesn't end up in jail
Cocaine Shane
Cocaine Shane
He don't look too bright
But man he's gotta lotta brains
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Cocaine Shane
Cocaine Shane
He don't look too bright
But man he's gotta lotta brains
And he's the captain of the team and to everyone it seems
He's the all Canadian boy with those all American dreams
He placed himself an order it came over the border
Scoosh picked it up and Cal began to sort it
But the cops were on their tail
Put a tracer on that mail
And now them boys are sittin in that
Thorold South jail
Cocaine Shane
Cocaine Shane
He don't look too bright
But man he's gotta lotta brains
They don't him up in Princeton
They don't want him down at Yale
And Harvard won't take him
Cause he's rottin in jail
Cocaine Shane
Cocaine Shane
He don't look too bright
I guess he ain't
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13. |
Harleys and Titties
03:35
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Harleys and Titties
If I ever win the big one I know just what I'll buy
I'm gonna make her happy and jealous other guys
I'll wrap it all up, put a big bow on it
I'll make her close her eyes and sit her up on it
I'll be the luckiest man in this whole damn city
I'm gonna get a Harley and buy her new titties
I'm gonna get a leather jacket and get her one too
It'll be low in the front so you can get a good view
I'm gonna have "mine" sewn on one
I'm gonna have "mine too" on the other one
I'll be the luckiest man in this whole damn city
I'm gonna get a Harley and buy her new titties
Yeah so wouldn't you know dreams come true
We won the lottery I got her new boobs
Got back from the city with the new bike
I said climb up on it honey, see how you like
I'm the luckiest guy in this whole damn city
I got the Harley, she got her new titties
I drove by a local bar with the boys a gawkin'
Sittin' high on the hog with her double d knockers
We took another spin so they could get a good look
I got two thumbs up from Louie the cook
I'm the luckiest man in this whole damn city
I got my Harley, she got her new titties
I came home last night and the bike was gone
I checked the bank account there was none
I found a note on the fridge addressed to me
It said I got a new boy toy I'm off to Waikiki
I'm the stupidest man in this whole damn city
She said thanks for the mammaries, I love my new titties!
We're on the highway
We're on the highway
We're on the highway
We're on the highway
I'm off to Waikiki baby
Aloha
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Marty Hopkins St. Catharines, Ontario
Marty Hopkins is a Canadian based singer-songwriter who writes about what he knows. His songs range from humorous satire to social commentary. You will be entertained.
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