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Forgive the prince for awaking rude
He heard footsteps near his head
Lady luck had made him proud
When he spends his stays in bed
Making love to the victories
Wives just paying for his head (?)
Today will outlive yesterday
As long as someone breaks the bread
He's his mamma's pride
He's his daddy's last heartbreak
Well the sunrise in the kingdom
Chicken's swooned to hear the man (?)
Some find their way onto the paintings
Others calling to the frying pan
And the farmer's wife wakes him with smiles,
tender budging hands
Meat and wine for all as long as someone breaks the land
Meat and wine for all. long as someone breaks the land
He's got his mamma's eyes
He's got his daddy's younger hands
Lyrics
Sunset makes the shadows longer
But the tavern in the valley glows
Stars fly on the forest, hell,
There's a prince hanging out the window
The farmer's daughter rubs his neck
Her hands are strong from serving rum
Today gonna outlive yesterday
Tonight gonna outlive yesterday
Tonight might make for kingdoms to come...
Kingdoms yet to come
Kingdoms yet to come
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watchin people roll by
wonderin where they're goin
hey, what's your job
what are you knowin
drivin to the grocery store
pull my money out
passin by the liquor store
throw my money down
ain't life grand
ain't life grand
my wife's got the blues
now I've got them
gonna bring her a kiss
make those blues run
ain't life grand
ain't life grand
sun came out the other day
through those dusty clouds
and in my mind I was a child
and it felt good ! ! !
ain't life grand (x4)
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sitting around, waiting for an airplane
don't know how to fly
that's ok
i got me a pilot, she's going my way
she's got wings, she's got wings...
sitting around, waiting for the mailman
don't know how he could be so slow
my good friend said, she wrote me a letter
must have been a year ago
well i got a feeling
that i'll soon be leaving home
sitting around, watching the rain fall
i don't know how it could rain so long
see the ocean, she is a woman
waits for her man, to come home
well i got a feeling
that i'll soon be leaving home
home
well i got a feeling
that i'll soon be leaving home
well i got a feeling
that i'll soon be leaving home
well i got a feeling
that i'll soon be leaving home
well i got a feeling
that i'll soon be leaving
sitting around, waiting for an airplane
don't know how to fly
that's ok
got me a pilot, she's going my way
she's got wings, she's got wings
she's got wings, she's got wings
she's got wings, she's got wings
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I've been working all day
I've been shaking it loose
It's been raining for hours
I've been spilling my juice
Nothing means nothing
I couldn't care less
And now that you're gone,
I can't even guess
I've got snakes in my cellar
I've got blood in my bed
Bombs in the closet
They're all painted cherry red
And I feel like a mad scientist
I've got loose change in my head
Nothing but trouble these days
I eat bullets in my bread
Now that you're gone
I'm sober every night
I can't get high
No, I can't get it right
Lyrics
Violent romantic
On a seven day binge
Losin' a gamble
But I get my revenge
Start thinking about thunder
And I get mad again
Soaking up electricity
Like bourbon and gin
Now that you're gone
I'm sober every night
I can't get high
No, I can't get it right
Hallucinated green light
And I slammed on the gas
My performance ain't perfect
But it's loud and it's fast
Set sail for the new world
And I burned down the mast
Well, it wasn't the first time
And I know it won't be the last
Now that you're gone honey
I'm sober tonight
I can't get high
No can't get it right
Get it right
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Johnny let his baby brother sleep
Through the back door and baseball
All the kids are waiting outside
Old days come and go too soon
Old friends, heroes, lifetimes
Don't let a single memory fade away
These are the days for heroes
Look at all the soul shaking life
Everybody turns hero this time
Feels good to watch a big man dance
There's a wide smile (wild smell?) on the hot street
Supper's over and the streets come alive
The band plays our favorite songs
Policeman, buy some ice cream
Sounds different when you hear 'Mister Freeze'
LyricsEven the streets carry heroes
Look at every soul shake its life
These are the days of heroes, tonight!
Laughter come on downtown window and see faces walking back
Tonight, everybody gonna remember, remember in time...
Brings peace to watch a baby smile
And the years come
Bring us new ones
All that music waiting inside...
No, everybody turns hero
Look at all the soul shaking life
Everybody turns hero tonight!
Look at all the soul shaking life
Look at all the friend shaking life (?)
Everybody turns hero...
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Be strong, baby please be strong
Won't last, baby won't last long
We were happy in our home
Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high
Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high
Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high
Take care, baby please take care
Somewhere, find yourself a prayer
We were happy in our home
Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high
Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high
Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high
Be strong, baby please be strong
Won't last, baby won't last long
We were happy in our home
Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high
Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high
Raise the roof, raise the roof, raise it high
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Hold me tight, if you want me to
Hold me darling, you want me to
I love you child, I love you babe
I love your mamma, your sister too
I love your dog, I hope he love me too
I love you child, I swear I love you baby
Love your mamma, your sister too
Love your dog, I hope he love me too
I love you babe, love you child
I love you mamma, your daddy too
You showed me the world, when I was only two
I love you babe, I love you child
I love you since you were born
I love you more and more and more
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Hope you don't mind me barging the door
In the middle of the night
Hope you don't mind me barging the door like this
In the middle of the night
Falling in and out of bars on my own
Pick my head up off the ground
Woke up on your bed this morning
You were sleeping on the floor
Woke up on your bed this morning
You were sleeping on the floor
Falling in and out of bars on my own
Pick my head up off the ground
I think we're riding on our last legs
Like a dark horse down the stretch
I think we're riding on our last legs
Like a dark horse down the stretch
Falling in and out of bars on my own
Pick my head up off the ground
LyricsI think we're riding on our last legs
Like a dark horse down the stretch
I think we're riding on our last legs
Like a dark horse down the stretch
Falling in and out of bars on my own
Pick my head up off the ground
Pick my head up off the ground
Pick my head up off the ground
Pick my head up off the ground
Pick my head up off the ground
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Jack was really a jester
Who held his one good eye on the queen
And there sat the king beside her
He's pointing his sword up and down with every scene
And the wizard's in the corner
Catching peanuts between his teeth
And the dog's lying in the shadow in the archway
There's one good dog sleeping filled with good ol' dog dreams
He slipped next to the wizard
Whispering something deep, to the bottom of his ear
A little joke, the one about the farmer's daughter
How she was stomping on grapes, coming up with blue feet and beer
And he slipped behind the queen
Where the fools go the rich don't mind
Lately the king's knights have turned a little rusty
And his halo-I mean his crown-has gone and slipped around his eyes
The wizard's in the corner
Pulling lizards between his knees
And the dog he has been long gone
Gone to pitch for the winning team
Fifty-two, I mean fifty-four bicycles on the wall
Ready to ride, ready to ride until the last of them falls
Jack's been cooking in the kitchen
Whompin' up some biscuits for us all
For us all, for us all
Ready to ride, ready to ride, ride
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Four train days
Get me back to New Orleans
Drink more fishwater there
Than any whale's mama ever seen
Alright tonight
I've been fueling my dreams eatin greens and beans
When I get back down there
I'm gonna drink more fish stew
Than all the big fishes do
And I still want more
I still want more
More...
I still want more
Gimme tonight
Gonna dream my way on back
Spend my life down there
Down on that bourbon street
Watch my money, and mind my legs down in New Orleans
Can't tell which mens turns womens there
And which womens just turns mean
And I still want more
I still want more
More...
I still want more
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