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Tug of War
02:17
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Keep on playing the game
the game of tug of war
keep on running the same
back and forth
keep on playing the game
the game of tug of war
keep on pulling the same
back and forth
Keep on playing the game
the game of tug of war
keep on running the same
like we did before
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2. |
First Son
06:12
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Bye bye my first son
It shouldn’t be long
It shouldn’t be more than half an hour
It shouldn’t be long
When I leave you by the door
It’s like you’ve never seen my face before
If I keep you for a while
Nothing takes away your smile but the day
You love me sometimes
(But other times never)
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3. |
Life of Crime
03:07
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held up in a prison
on passyunk avenue
a castle gothic blue
kept a few
laid down in the city
where the killers rest a head
and the sinners pay a debt
with the dead
we can try
a jail break tonight but youll find
if you could go back now
you would choose to live that life of crime
locked down in the city
near the sound of drunk guitars
and cups that bang the bars
apart
those walls around the prison
theyre keeping out the breeze
keeps you on your knees
begging please
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4. |
Crazy Medicine
03:28
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We were born 20 thousand miles away
we could live a couple hundred years
and she was born farther from the silver sea
than she could stand for no more than a year
she broke stones
over her brothers knee
she could hand over all your bills
and she won't go farther than her eye can see
and I can't see farther than I stand
what crazy medicine you takin
to keep you younger than your kin
x2
crazy
she was born over by that river flowing down
she could live a couple million years
but we were born farther from the silver screen
then I could even stand for no more than a year
what crazy medicine you takin
to keep you younger than your kin
x2
crazy
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5. |
Shake
02:35
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Jonesy Jonesy
you don't have to look so lonely
only if only
your words could be mine
sharing ice cream together
ripping up coats of leather
chewing cigars
scratching out stars
on mailbox posts and letter
Oh I love you
just stay
a paw in my palm
friends till the end
who needs more than that
my love won't run away
if you wanna shake
ill lend a hand
just stay
a paw in my palm
friends till the end
who needs more than that
my love won't run away
if you wanna shake
ill lend a hand
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6. |
The Gun
04:09
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Up all day
Up all night
Dodging the dream
That kills me tonight
And I can’t stop the gun
Run all day
Turn off the light
change to dark faster than ever
Like a bullet outta site
And I can’t stop the gun
Everywhere I go I can’t face the music
Every where I go
everywhere I turn I can’t sleep about it
Everywhere I go
No matter what I do
(Low)No matter what I do
Up all day
Up all night
Your hiding a stone inside fingers
But it ain’t a fight
Cuz i can’t stop the gun
Up all night
Up all day
YoUr Having a laugh at anybody
That comes your way
I can’t stop the gun
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7. |
The Raven
04:32
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Gonna fly my kite all over this land
I hope it gets so warm out
I gotta take to the safehouse
I wonder If I'd see you once
dancing to that good book
and by the time
you'd be home
you can barely stand on your own
and theres always something
someones gonna be mad about
aint there always something
someones gonna be mad about
something better, something worse
Babe I wanna be, I wanna be the first
I told my doctor to give me the works
cause I'm rolling down steam into the dirt
My mind is miles away
No theres no need to weaponize that weapon
and theres always something
someones gonna be mad about
aint there always something
someones gonna be mad about
the raven is out
the raven is out
I don't even know your face no more
Begging please don't take my baby away
something better, something worse
Babe I wanna be, I wanna be the first
I asked the doctor to give me the works
Babe I wanna be, I wanna be the first
My mind is miles away
No theres no need to weaponize your weapon
and theres always something
someones gonna be mad about
aint there always something
someones gonna be mad about
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NYC Guitar
03:11
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Yesterday I went walking
Down the avenue where the locals play
I walked by a window with a shiny star
and neon sign that read
"There’s nothing in the world
Nothing in the world
Nothing like a NYC guitar"
Like a lighting strike
Like a sound so bright
There’s something in the air
Something in the water
Something in that NYC guitar
And When I get my money
I’m spend it all on a NYC guitar
Something in the sound
Something in the city
Something bout that NYC guitar
I’ve tried them in the west
tried them in the East but nothing like that
NY Guitar
We’re headed over the bridge
Headed through the tunnel
Straight for that NYC guitar
I’ll play it once I’ll play it twice
It’s gonna be the perfect price
Rudy’s
Rivington
Chelsea guitars
Brothers guitar
TR CRANDALL
Finlay gage
30th street guitars
CArmine street guitars
Rogue music
John Baltimore
New York guitar parlor
Retrofret
South side guitars
Sadowsky guitars
Maindrag
Orphan guitars
Street sounds
Astoria music
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My my sally
Loading up your pistols
Knocking down ur shooting cans
With missiles
So Don’t you blink
Or you’ll miss em
My my sally
Riding on your dogs back
No one ever expects that
In combat
So ride at dawn
You little insomniac
You left behind your black bandana
There’s no need to hide your face
From the law man in the tower
Tryin to put you in the grave
you never let a fear
Keep you from the draw
Of the hundred who’ve come searching
for the one named Cannonball
My my Sally
Shark belts and buckles
Leather gloves with holes for your knuckles
A Golden star
Ain’t so subtle
You’ve seen their spirits leave and paint a dusty ghost
In the canyons crying vultures circle high above the smoke
You never spoke a word
To answer such a call
Just more powder in the barrel
From the one named cannonball
My my Sally
Fighting off those bounties
Wanted with reward in every county
That’s what you get
For being rowdy
A crystal clear reminder
came a knocking at your door
From the kin Of the fathers
That you knocked down to the floor
They caught you dreaming
Of a time when you were small
Long before they sought the legend
Of the one named cannonball
And the gloves they finally open
And the pistols finally fall
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