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I've got a sack and a stick
and a stiff pair of boots
Sure don't like shavin'
I stay true to my roots
Some people think I'm dirty
but that's just a little bit of dust
The fillings in my mouth
have started to rust
I don't live on the street
but I sleep on the ground
A campfire is my living room
and the world is my town
Don't call me a bum,
I'm a hobo
Not looking for a handout
just a place to lay low
I don't steal I borrow
and I'll lend you a hand
I ain't afraid of workin'
but I won't if I can
I live by the skills that I learned
as a scout
My friends are the people
who don't kick me out
We get our vigor from
the simplest of means
Like bacon and jerky
cupcakes and beans
These clothes aren't the cleanest
but at least I don't stink
'Cause I've got a rag
and I can find me a sink
So, don't call me a bum,
I'm a hobo
Not looking for a handout
just a place to lay low
I don't steal I borrow
and I'll lend you a hand
I ain't afraid of workin'
but I won't if I can
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2. |
Drinkin' Again
01:56
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There once was a time
when I didn't need liquor
didn't need whiskey or gin
But now that she's dead
I'm drinkin' in bed
I'm drinkin', I'm drinkin' again
I'm here at the Leaning J bar
and I don't recall parking my car
It's been a whole week
and I haven't had sleep
and I'm drinking 'cause
I'm not where you are
My mind is swimming in the beer
and the things that I think just aren't clear
It's been 20 days
and I'm in a slight craze
and I'm drinking 'cause
I don't have you near
There once was a time
when I didn't need liquor
didn't need whiskey or gin
But now that she's dead
I'm drinkin' in bed
I'm drinkin', I'm drinkin' again
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3. |
Entrance Exam
02:44
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I showed up at St. Mary's
in 1979
in the seat of a county
that was named after
and assinated President
Momma always said
I was her little angel
her own little slice of heaven
My daddy, he'd out be
hanging with the roughnecks
drinking at the Chapter 7
It was four in the morning
after 18 hours
of pushing it through the rain
My granddaddy burst through
the barroom door
yelling out my last name
He said Fielder!
Where you at boy?
You're having a baby!
You'd better get your ass to the hospital!
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4. |
Rainbows & Rugburns
04:11
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We liked to study the Bible in her bedroom
one tiny piece of torn out page at a time
In a month we burnt through the book of Revelations
and every night we drank the blood of Christ
With those onion skin leaves on a cozy winter evening
Rainbows and rugburns for us both
What the church may shun us for
will not stray us from the Lord
As Jah will provide, Gideon promotes
We'd laugh and dance to songs we remembered
reading aloud from the Old Testament
Puffing like a chimney in November,
yearning for each other's full consent
Those onion skin leaves on a cozy winter evening
causing rainbows and rugburns for us both
What the church may shun us for will not stray us from the Lord
For as Jah will provide, Gideon promotes
We liked to study the Bible in her bedroom
one tiny piece of torn out page at a time
In a month we burnt through the book of Revelations
and every night we drank the blood of Christ
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5. |
Sing These Songs
01:40
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Piano lessons when I was nine
played the trumpet in junior high
and then this guitar came along
and all I want to do is sing these songs
My mother sick and I didn't know it
My brother he don't know how to show it
when his feelings take control
and I'm the one who feels it in my soul
I learned quick to fight the tears
Been doing that for 30 years
and now the whiskey starts to flow
Who needs a reason when you know?
Piano lessons when I was nine
played the trumpet in junior high
and then this guitar came along
and all I want to do is sing these songs
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6. |
Square Bottle
03:30
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Square bottle, square bottle
For too long you've known my name
Square bottle, square bottle
I have drank you just the same
Square bottle, square bottle
Make me do bad things at night
Square bottle, square bottle
What makes you give me the right
To be a son of a bitch
I need beat with a switch
Loosing all control of myself
With my drunkard's eye
Make my lady cry
I can't afford to die
in such good health
Lung choker, lung choker
For too long you've had my brain
Lung choker, lung choker
I have broke you up
and rolled you up
and smoked you up all just the same
Lung choker, lung choker
How do you make me believe?
Lung choker, lung choker
For someday I can leave
But I'm a son of a bitch
I need beat with a switch
Loosing all control of myself
With my drunkard's eye
Make my lady cry
I can't afford to die
in such good health
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