A high flyin', death defyin' operator at the end of the line
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Summer Nightwind
02:21
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Daydreams run on Pennzoil
Bend and break your back from toil
Busted bronco, busted road
Chomp the bit and pull the load
He snorts and stamps his own tornado
Rides it back to Colorado
Devil on his heels again
Friend of danger, friend of wind
High Plains Stallion
Gold Medallion
Run until you reach that shining sea
I heard he made himself a nuisance
Ran himself to old Las Cruces
Heart run through like the Rio Grande
God damned him to damn The Man
The coyote on the old bridge cryin’
Stopped to hear him flyin’ by him
Summer Nightwind Rodeo
Clear the fence and steal the show
High Plains Stallion
So bold and valiant
Something up his nose and on his shoulder
He’s the High Plains Stallion
Loves a challenge
Run until you reach that shining sea
Daydreams run on Pennzoil
Bend, don’t break, your back from toil
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AM Angel
03:18
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I’m a pack of wounded dogs, I'm barkin’
In the basement of my mind
The Man up there’s obscured
He turns the key and lets us ride
Out into the street to piss and bark
And chase’m down
See? When you pull the pin not only good
But wicked all come out
From the dunes in Indiana
‘Cross the Illinois state line
From the expanse of New York City
To the fine, tall pines in Caroline
All the ways we wished we won
When in the Only-Ten-I-See
Were tucked into the back seat
Triple dipped in Gitch-I-Gum-I-Ee
So I packed my bag, and kissed my kid
Headed back out on the road
See, when you’re turnin’ 85
Everything always seems too slow
‘Cause I’ve been back out here
Just pickin' up the pieces
Of a thing I left behind
On the 27th floor
He was looking for the next state line
From the Bootheel in Missouri
To the fine, tall pines in Caroline
The ghosts in Loo-See-Anna
‘Cross the River Jordan’s line
All the discounts in Kentucky
And some California sunshine
Were tucked into the back seat
Sanctified in Gitch-I-Gum-I-Ee
Sing “Chariot do swing low
On your ancient AM Angel Radio”
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All Johnny ever wanted to do
Was to fire one up for a round or two
Carry on like a rocket blue
For all the girls to cheer and boo
Living the dream in Tennessee
Bar crawl, jukebox, Opry
Stop to take a photograph or three
With Emmylou Harris at the Jamboree
Cause he’s a high flyin’, death defyin’
Operator at the end of the line
He’s a tastemaker, the Great Caretaker
A legend in his mind
Not a minute sooner
He’s a late bloomer
Everything is gonna fit just fine
Well he shaved his face when he wanted to
He’s got flawless timing in 2/2
Still he did what he thought he ought to
Chasing straight white lines and singing true
Well she fired ‘em up, they gathered two by two
In the afternoon, in the golden hue
He did his sure-shot damndest to tame the shrew
She finally said “I love you” like she wanted to
Cause he’s a high flyin, death defyin
Operator at the end of the line
He’s a shit stirrer, no ma’am, yes sirrer
A legend in his time
Not a minute sooner
He’s a late bloomer
Everything is gonna fit just fine
Well the fireworks got rained out
So open up your mouth
And take the medicine you thought
You’d never hear about
Not a minute sooner
He’s a late bloomer
Everything is gonna fit just fine
He’s a trapeze flyin, no fear of dyin
Operator at the end of the line
He’s a mountain climber
A deep sea diver
Everything is gonna fit just fine
He’s a Blackjack Davey
No sir, not maybe
Everything is gonna fit just fine
Not a minute sooner
He’s a late bloomer
Everything is gonna fit just fine
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4. |
Sad Prince
02:39
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Connor had a bad day again
He got a headache from his new set
Of old friends
While holding court for all the foolish world to see
At the festival at Chelsea by the Sea
Sad Prince of Coventry
Or on the contrary
Just the bored prince
Of just how good it gets
In Kansas City
In the Summertime
Connor’s got a new girlfriend again
This one thinks
He’s really on the mend
But he skipped the opener over
In old Moline
For a half a serving
Of something gold or green
Connor’s got his “back hurts” pills again
He showed them to a Man of Medicine
Doc, he looked surprised
But he told lies, lies, lies
After all, who wants to disappoint The Truth?
Sad Prince of Coventry
Or on the contrary
Just the bored prince
Of just how hot it got
In Omaha in the 70’s
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We spotted Christ the Lord
Running down the road
On a ‘97 Silverado
With the Sons of Thunder
Running close behind
On them 18 wheels
Keeping pace in time
With a flame in His eye
And a nail in His hand
Runnin straight into the heart
Of the Promised Land
Damn the Man with the fellas
At the roadside stand
Jesus is the friend of the working man
Jesus is the friend of the working man
Simon Peter said to James and John
“Come on. It’s time we start a brand new band.
‘Cause we’ve been clockin’ in and out
And barely hangin on.
Maybe we spring for The Brand New Man”
Who’s got a flame in His eye
And a spear in His side
Drag your burden to the cross
At the county line
Scrawling praise on the wall
‘Round the throne on high
Jesus is the friend of the working guy
Jesus is the friend of the working guy
I heard He’ll build His church
on rock n roll (on No Show Jones)
We heard him on the FM Radio
Sweet and Low
Jesus is the friend of the working man
Jesus is the friend of the working man
Jesus is the friend of the working man
Jesus is the singer in a weekend band
With a flame in His eye
And a sword for a tongue
Move the burden of the stone
For the chosen ones
Hard hat for a diadem
Jesus is the friend of the working man
Jesus is the friend of the working man
Jesus is the friend of the working man
Jesus is ascending to the working van
Jesus is a friend of the working man
Jesus is ascending to the working van
Jesus is the friend of the working man
Jesus is ascending with The Working Man
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6. |
Laugh Track
04:26
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I’ll be around
If you want me
To bring your man into it
Come confront me
I’ll be here
Doing what I always do
Hold my hand
Hug and kiss me
If I go down, girl
You’re going with me
I’ll be here
Doing what I always do
Say your thoughts
Don’t call the cops
Just relax
I’ll take it back
You make me laugh
You’re doing what you always do
Cold as ice
Do it nicer
Do it twice
Sometimes I can’t decipher
I’ll be here
Doing what I always do
Don’t break your back
Picking up after me
I've got your back, babe
Can’t you see?
I’ll be here
Doing what I always do
Say your thoughts
Don’t call the cops
Just relax
I’ll take it back
You make me laugh
You’re doing what you always do
I’ll make you laugh
Like a laugh track
Ain’t that whack?
I can’t it back
You make me laugh
You’re doing what you always do
I’ll make you laugh
We’re doing what we always do
I’ll make you laugh
We’re doing what we always do
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Employee of the Month
04:19
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Sigurd Utych stole some lanterns
Out the back of someone’s car
He tried running from
The Long Arm of the Law
Did not get far
We saw his picture on the TV
He was looking rough as hell
Like he had a friend that helped him up
Then pushed him down a well
They say it’s hard not ever getting what you want
But at least you got employee of the month
Sigurd Utych bussed some tables
Busted in a couple older ladies’ purses
We saw him haunted like a ghost
Escorted by some cops, a couple nurses
It seemed someone stole something from him
At least we think they must’ve tried it once or twice
And in exchange for what they took
They left him sticky fingers, heart of ice
They say it's hard not ever getting what you want
But at least you got employee of the month
I saw Sigurd down on Washington Street later
Thought I detected an old fire in his eye
Or maybe just the light caught something shiny
In the back of someone’s car as they drove by
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Sacred Heart
03:32
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Oh Mary
I am taking off upon some silver wing
Thought I'd be free
From the burden of my days
Do what I please
On the corner of the bay
Out on the breeze
But then I woke
In the morning
You were stirring by my head
I thought I spoke
About the path leading up to the fire
Around your breast
Sacred Heart
I'll be running 'round here
Trying not to fall apart
Oh Mary
When you laugh and do that
Jack o' Lantern smile
And your sparkling eyes
They tell a million miles
It's what I need
I'll be running 'round here
Trying to play my part
'cause it ain't free
Sing time rewinds
I'll say it slower
I'm around for life
Guardian of that final flower
Far as far flung time
Sacred Heart
Sacred Heart
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9. |
Our Ladies Anno Domini
04:39
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Elizabeth Cady Stanton hired a stand-in
Cause everybody knows
The suffrage show must keep on goin
Lucretia Mott, her soul was bought
And sold off again by The Company Store
Joni Erickson and Babe Diedrickson
We’re playin sports out on the YWCA courts
Golda Meir was near and started the fire
Which none of the ladies could put out
Mary Magdalen and Mother Theresa
Bought their tickets
Hopped up on the front seat of the bus
And they whispered in the driver’s ear
“Hey Honey, get us outta here”
And neither of them waited round for us
Well Mrs. Rosa Parks
Went stumbling through the dark
To ride with Florence Nightengale
On the Freedom Train
And they and Clara Barton
We’re shakin hands and partin’
By the time the Sun was rising in the East
Louisa May Alcott and Sojurner Truth
Rode their bicycle to the carnival
To the elephant ear booth
Martha Washington and poor Janey Pierce
Laughed their way
Through the house of funny mirrors
Sally Ride and Bonnie’s Clyde
Ran off together on a rocket ship
To see the moon
Bonnie and Anne Frank
We’re left here robbin’ banks
'til Annie was taken by the goons
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John Davey Marquette, Michigan
A songwriter and recording artist in Marquette, Michigan.
A tree transplanted; West Lafayette, Indiana / Nashville, Tennesee
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