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Fatherlover
03:48
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Trucker Witch
04:39
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Woke up cold in the shell of a human
I’m gonna be just fine
In my head the Stones are playing Texas ’79
Through the trees and the cemeteries I can hear them calling my name
But ain’t no boy gonna take this skeleton back to from where it came
I’m down at the loading dock
I’m loading up my dreams every chance I’ve got
And the time will come where I’ll shoot my shot
Cause I bet my life on tarot cards
Cause I’m a trucker witch
I break every stitch
Ya I’m a trucker witch
Ya damn right, bitch
Ya I’m a trucker witch
Can I get a fix?
Cause I’m a trucker witch
Now gimme a kiss
Well I was born with a bible in my mouth
Couldn’t wait to spit it on out
And I found myself through the crumpled up pages
Torn from the devil’s mouth
And with voice and the guiding light
I’ll your name through the fire tonight
And with my voice I’ll raise up the dead
And we’ll have a hell of a time
Cause I’ll dance to the end of love
Play pinball wizard with the stars above
And the time will come when I won’t give up
Because I bet my life on tarot cards
Cause I’m a trucker witch
I break every stitch
Ya I’m a trucker witch
Ya damn right, bitch
Ya I’m a trucker witch
Can I get a fix?
Cause I’m a trucker witch
Now gimme a kiss
All my life I been so high
Looking through a Coke bottle glass
Rest assured cause I’m doing fine
I’m doing what I do best
Through the trees and the cemeteries I can hear them calling my name
I’m down at the loading dock
I’m loading up my dreams every chance I’ve got
And the time will come where I’ll shoot my shot
Cause I bet my life on tarot cards
Cause I’m a trucker witch
I break every stitch
Ya I’m a trucker witch
Ya damn right, bitch
Ya I’m a trucker witch
Can I get a fix?
Cause I’m a trucker witch
Now gimme a kiss
Ya I’m a trucker witch
A bareback bitch
Ya I’m a trucker witch
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3. |
Like a River
05:30
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John Pride
03:39
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Well I grew up straight
But not by choice
When anyone asked
I like girls not boys
I grew up tall
But I want to be small
And I’m sick of hearing
You should play football
I fell on my bed
Terrified of death
Those Montana skies
Never end
Well i’m going down
for that last fucking time
And Im gonna do more
Than what you had in mind
Because after hell
I deserve to yell: Pride
Mommas on the porch
Daddys on the street
Theyre blaming eachother
for how the devil got me
Well John tried to help
But he made it worse
And no fucking gospel
can tell me what I’m worth
Well i’m going down
for that last fucking time
And Im gonna do more
Than what you had in mind
Because after hell
I deserve to yell: Pride
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Paranoid
03:17
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Mawlee Jones Portland, Oregon
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