Ain't that a bitch-she had it again
Ain't that a bitch-she gone and split
It's all your mess
Ain't that a bitch-what ya say for yourself
I tell ya one thing, yeah that's the last time
I lose my head again, I'll keep my mouth shut
Ain't that a bitch-you're one overdue
Ain't that a bitch-who's railin who
Ain't that a bitch-I'm not gonna stress
Ain't that a bitch-it's all your mess
I'll tell ya one thing, yeah that's the last time,
you lose your head again,
you keep your mouth shut
Way ta go, ya done it again, it's all your fault
Way ta go, ya done it again, it's all your fault
Ain't that a bitch-ya had it again
Ain't that a bitch-ya up and split
Ain't that a bitch-it's all your mess
Ain't that a bitch-What cha say for yourself
Way to go, ya done it again, it's all your fault
Way to go, ya done it again, it's all your fault
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Got another phone call
Tellin me the words
Got another story for me to learn
Say the truth out walkin
Walked right out my door, I didn't try to follow,
cause I knew the score
Tell me what you got ta say
I see through you anyway
I think you have underestimated me
And tell me what you got ta say
I see through it anyway
I think you have once again...
Never mind the weather, never mind your head
I know why you're callin on me here today
-things are goin fine now
Yeah all's well I'd say
The one thing that troubles me is
when ya call my name
Tell me what you got ta say
I see through you anyway
I think you have underestimated me
And tell me what you got ta say
I see through it anyway
I think you have once again
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Well, Long Distance Information
Give me Memphis, Tennessee
Help me find a party
That tried to get in touch with me
Did not leave a number
But I know who placed the call
'Cause my uncle took the message
And he wrote it on the wall
Yeah, help me, Information
Get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd call me here
From Memphis, Tennessee
Her home is on the southside
High upon a ridge
Just a half a mile
From the Mississippi Bridge
Oh help me, Information
More than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her
And all the fun we had
Marie was torn apart
Because her mom did not agree
Tore apart our happy home
In Memphis, Tennessee
Oh last time I saw Marie
She's wavin' me goodbye
With hurry home drops on her cheek
Trickle from her eye
Marie is only six years old
Information, please
Try to put me through to her
In Memphis, Tennessee
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I don't really need no, no bag o' cocaine
I don't really need no, no fold a smack
Been there and done that, that ain't too clever
I sure don't miss it had enough of that crap
Bank robbers shootin up North Hollywood yeah
Seems like a rerun livin on this town
I go see a movie, try and entertain me
It don't half compare to the shit
that's goin down around here
It's old hat
It's old hat
It's old hat
But I sure do like the sound of that
I don't really need no, no sub machine gun
Your paranoia is getting old
But I wouldn't mind to have myself a bazooka
I'd go play Elvis and blow a hole in my heart
It's old hat
It's old hat
It's old hat
But I sure do like the sound of that
It's old hat
It's old hat
It's old hat
But I sure do like the sound of that
It's old hat
It's old hat
It's old hat
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She'd always be out late a drinkin
You'd always let it go down
Now she's gone, why ya bleedin...let it go
Ya gotta know better now you're older
This ain't the end of the world
So get off your ass and get over her
Let it go
Let it go
What ya dyin about, ya gotta let it go,
no need ta be crying for her man, come on now
You should know
Now time has passed, you're an old man
Way up there high on the hill
Back on the streets it ain't changed much
Yeah I know
Let it go
What ya dyin about, ya gotta let it go,
no need to be cryin for her man, come on now
You should know
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Parasite-I look you in the eye
Parasite-you know you're gonna fry
You're justa maggot in a one horse town
You're such a loser, ya sold my guns
And you're a parasite-and you'll be hangin high
And you're a parasite-I'm laughin when you fry-hey
You're justa maggot in a one horse town
You're justa nothing and you're going down
You fuckin loser you stole my guns
You're a parasite-you're justa bag of lies
You're a parasite-I'm laughin when you fry-hey
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Good enough for someday
Good enough for me
Good enough for someone
Good enough ya see
Been lookin for the words ta tell ya what I'd say
I'd have to make them up
and write them down today
Good enough forever
Good until my grave
Good enough for after
Good enough ta save
The nerves are damaged from the blinking
of the strobe, and I'm not one to question
what he done it for
Good enough for something
Good enough for me
Good enough for someone
Good enough ya see
I'm done lookin for the words to tell ya what I'd say
I'd have ta make them up and write them today
Write them down to play
Write them down to say
Good enough for me
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West bound ride thru Texas
The sun here really burns
Open up and try and beat the heat
It still don't do much good
Kick back and endure it, a 100 miles ta go
Take a break, get some shade,
before we start up again
117, 117
117 so I'm told I don't know
Sun's going down here to an orange sky out west
Got an open road, not a car in sight, I'm hammerin
Down the rest
I been thinkin bout the weather,
it's been pretty good this trip,
outran a thunderstorm
2 days ago, I did not expect this...
117, 117
117 so I'm told, I don't know
117, 117
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Yeah I was here before you
No matter what you do
You think about that first
Yeah I was here before you
All wound up over nothin at all
-you gotta reel yourself back in
You ain't first but ya sure ain't last,
and that's a call that I have seen
You're up front in the second heat,
ya got your head lined up in check
They're getting ready ta start it
They're getting ready ta go
Yeah I was here before you
No matter what you do
You think about that first
Yeah I was here before you
Big talk don't mean a lot
when the final flag comes down
Yeah who's who at the finish line
I'm gonna wear that great big crown
Ya talking bomb, but I'll wait and see
Who's gonna be there, in the end
I'm already started
I'm fired up to go
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Well, I saw you sneaking
Round my neighborhood
I can tell by looking
You're just no good
Scarrier than hell
With your long black hair
When you walk along by
Make a blind man stare
Come into my house
My pig just squeal
Walk into my room
The wallpaper peel
Up jump the devil
When you come around
Soon as you leave
He go back in the ground
Devil's with the pig
And I spit in his eye
When I come around here
Then my cow went dry
My hens won't lay
And my ducks won't quack
Since you brought the devil
Round my chicken shack
Well, you and the devil
Make a terrible pair
Make me jump out
My long underwear
Devil was a laughing
But I ain't afraid
Set the place on fire
Put it out with a spade
Up jump the devil
When you come around
Soon as you leave
He go back in the ground
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I heard a freight train back on the rail again
I heard a whistle blowin off in the distance
It's hot as hell here, the heat's been growin
It's hot as hell dear, oh well you know it
She's comin offa the rail throwin gravel
in a hell of a wave
I heard a freight train-been haulin hemp again
Yeah smokin on the rails,
yeah I need a head check
It's hot as hell here, feels like it's glowin
It's hot as hell dear, yeah now I'm goin
She comin offa da rail
Throwin gravel in a hell of a wave
Conductor he don't know,
radio the engineer to brake
Here come a freight train haulin the gold away
Another money car yeah in a big way
It's hot as hell here, I can't feel nothin
It's hot as hell dear, well ain't that somethin
She comin over the hill
She comin offa the rail and goin up
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Check your points ignition timing countdown pressure
thirty-four pounds when it's cold
Add more and torque it to its max select
your drive position light a cigarette
and put the lights on bright and then go
Methanol
Fill with gas and let me check your oil and wipe your
window shield top off your water's
Boilin grab a drink ta go empty out your ashtray
and hang your loaded dice up
on your rearview mirror and then go
Methanol
Yeah I got about another lap I'm gonna get him
he's leanin over gonna hit the wall a spinnin
he's rollin over into the corner I'm smellin smoke
I think he's burnin up his motor I pass him up
cause I drove a little smoother
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