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The Lost Trailers Album


The Lost Trailers (08/29/2006)
08/29/2006
1.
2.
3.
4.
Summer Of Love
5.
Dixie Boy Special
6.
All This Love
7.
Hey Baby
8.
Only One
9.
Tell Me
10.
Gravy
11.
Simple Life
. . .


All the lights are goin' down on Main Street.
Parkin' lots are fillin' up,
With teenage dreams an' pick-up trucks.
There's gonna be a race tonight:
That's where I'm gonna catch your eye.
Right across that finish line is where I'll make you mine.

An' if it's crazy to think, maybe,
All you need is a love that's true,
Well then, baby, you can call me crazy,
'Cause I do.

This ol' GTO can't go no faster,
There's only two ways out tonight:
Winnin' or disaster.
Ain't nothin' but dust in my rear view.
Oh, everybody's cheerin', baby,
But all I want is you.

And if it's crazy to think, maybe,
All you need is a love that's true,
Well then, baby, you can call me crazy,
'Cause I do.

An' after the smoke has settled on this town,
You're gonna know why true love won't back down.
'Cause when wild hairs have turned to grey,
I still will feel this way.

And if it's crazy to think, maybe,
All you need is a love that's true,
Then call me crazy,
'Cause I do.

You can call me crazy.
Ah, you can call me crazy.
You can call me crazy.

. . .


Sometimes I go walking through the long tall grass
Wonder how long hard times will last
For this backward soul on a road that god knows where
As hard as I try ain't left no track
It's not enough to find my way back
I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay there

Chorus
Singing why me, oh why me
And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall
And I say why me, oh why me
But pitty never ever did me any kinda good at all
So I walk on

Verse II
And I wound up on the capital steps
Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes
And bury their shoes in the country club blues
And who got who by the short hairs

Standing there in their high dollar suits
Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots
And this weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere
God it follows me everywhere

Chorus
Playing why me, oh why me
All I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law
And I sing why me, oh why me
I'm just a broke troubadore with a bark for the underdog
So I walk on

Verse III
Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate
To a man looking death square in the face
Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of gethsemane
To his holy father he raised his eyes
In his darkest hours he cried
Please would you take this cup from me

Chorus
Praying why me, oh why me
Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there
When I say why me, oh me
I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a big old book with my name there
So I walk on, I rock on
Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
Even when I'm singing, why me

. . .


I'm Country,
You can tell how i speak, I've lived by the creek.
Cotton fields and pickin' tress are my earliest memories.
I'm Country,
Ain't scared to fight if one comes my way,
But I'm tryin to see if i can be the man momma hoped to raise.
Even Momma understands, I'm a country man.

Born to be, kickin it from Texas to Tennessee.
Got the same truck since I was eighteen,
gonna drive it til the wheels fall off.
I'm country thats what i said,
Early to rise and late to bed.
When i come home, I aint alone.
I rock it til the rooster crows.
Baby you ought to know, Im a country man.

I'm reckless,
I like shrimp and grits, and crazy chicks.
I cant help but lick my lips,
when she makes each grit with the flip of the wrist.
I'm hungry,
What I deserve is coming my way.
I aint to proud to work all day,
Come home late for a roll in the hay.
I'm holding the world in my hands.

I'm a country man,
Born to be, kickin it from Texas to Tennessee.
Got the same truck since I was eighteen,
gonna drive it til the wheels fall off.
I'm country thats what i said,
Early to rise and late to bed.
When i come home, I aint alone.
I rock it til the rooster crows.
Baby you ought to know, Im a country man.

I'm country thats what i said,
Early to rise and late to bed.
When i come home, I aint alone.
I rock it til the rooster crows.
Baby you ought to know, Im a country man.

. . .

Summer Of Love

[No lyrics]

. . .

Dixie Boy Special

[No lyrics]

. . .

All This Love

[No lyrics]

. . .

Hey Baby

[No lyrics]

. . .

Only One

[No lyrics]

. . .

Tell Me

[No lyrics]

. . .

Gravy

[No lyrics]

. . .

Simple Life

[No lyrics]

. . .


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