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My momma is a mean southern lady
She'll catch you in the street
She wears tigers blood around her neck
and she just kicked nicotine
So, we've all got a couple bruises
Tough love at it's best
I love my life and all my friends,
but I ain't afraid of death
Oh, I'm trying to break free now
Oh, who wants to join me?
Oh, deep down, I still believe but
You wanna make it hard on me
My momma keeps a knife inside her pocket
I keep mine my boot
Don't let 'em hear you comin'
And always be the first to shoot
When I hear them wild coyotes
She whispers in my ear
"You were born beneath the willow, child
So don't ever live in fear"
Oh, I'm trying to break free now
Oh, who wants to join me?
Oh, deep down, I still believe but
You wanna make it hard on me
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Georgia Peach
03:26
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I met him one summer as though he fell from a tree
A different kind of lover than I ever had seen
He had a tattoo and a story; sounded good to me
And the rest was history
He's my Georgia peach
But he ain't that sweet
He's got too much on his mind
Maybe it's a Georgia thing
A song that Willie Nelson did sing
Well, I just want Georgia to smile
Out here in Texas, the land of free
We count all our blessing while we're drinking sweet tea
Lately it seems he's been growing away from me
Like a great big ol' Georgia peach tree
He's my Georgia peach
But he ain't that sweet
He's got too much on his mind
Maybe it's a Georgia thing
A song that Willie Nelson did sing
Well, I just want Georgia to smile
I just want Georgia to smile
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Black Out Drunk
02:55
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Bartender, pour me another, it's almost time to leave
Bartender, pour me a double, it's time I'm getting free
I've been getting black out drunk
I'll sing at the top of my lungs
Look in the mirror, I fight myself
Ain't gonna fight for no one else
But he loves me anyway, he said
Sometimes, I wonder why
No better than my brother's blues
Nobody has walked a mile in my shoes
But he loves me anyway, he said
And it goes
Like the black tar over the moon
And it goes
Slurring speech and I'm falling all over you
And it goes
And it goes
Will you take me home?
Hereditary home sick blues
I'm sorry if I'm hurting you
But he loves me anyway, he said
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4. |
Walk Out On Me
03:48
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Crystal eyes, hair of gold
Don't you know that I'm made of so much more?
Momma's love, momma's charm
No, I won't do you no harm
But if that's what you wanna do to me, please
Walk out on me
These dreams of mine were made in the clouds
And I need room to grow to sort this all out
It's a travesty, the things we've been seeing lately
So, honey, please be good to me or walk out now
I just wanna know now, honey
Are you gonna be good to me?
I just wanna know now
Take me home, lay me down
What you do to me baby, won't you take a bow?
Yeah, go 'head and take a bow
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Don't Take My Guitar
03:21
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Darlin', my love for you is true
But sometimes, my heavy heart, it starts feeling blue
It seems like the love -- at one point we knew
Is gone and so I'm gone, too
You bout had enough of me
And honestly, I feel the same, I think it's best you leave
This house feels less like a home everyday
And I've got one thing to say
You can have everything
My wash machine, my wedding ring
But please don't take my guitar
You might as well be taking my heart
The photographs are missing from the wall
Sometimes I wanna talk to you, but I ain't got no phone to call
I've still got my cat and you've got your dog
Missing you sometimes just feels wrong
I wonder just when I'll get free
The things I had seem to be really owning me
Well, he's headed north and I'm sleeping on the floor
I don't have much anymore
You can have everything
My wash machine, my wedding ring
But please don't take my guitar
You might as well be taking my heart
This house we built is feeling like a shell
The memories are here, but I ain't got no one to tell
I thought I heard you laugh, but I was laughing myself
Oh, wait, was that the doorbell?
I lost you and then I lost my mind
Nothing left to lose, I wonder what I'll find
I grab my six string and I take a look around
And then I wrote these words down
You can have everything
My wash machine, my wedding ring
But please don't take my guitar
You might as well be taking my heart
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6. |
Ramblin' Queen
04:05
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Take from me now
What I've got left to give
It's a crying shame that you're seeing me this way
It's been far too long
Since I've confessed these things
Pull it from the inside out and you will see
Yes, you will see
I'm a ramblin' queen
Born to be set free
The last thing I said before you left me
I'm a ramblin' queen
I gave you part of me
And I'll drive this thing on empty
Little wild child
Fire in the night
It takes one to know one, there's a flood going on inside
No, I am not ashamed
to have become this way
Forever and a day, but never here to stay
I'm a ramblin' queen
Born to be set free
The last thing I said before you left me
I'm a ramblin' queen
I gave you part of me
And I'll drive this thing on empty
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Ride or Die
02:49
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My honey has got himself a real fast car
Wonder if he can keep up with my heart
He's speaking in french when the engines roar
Yeah, he's always saying that he loves me more
Flying down the freeway I-35
I'll be riding with you 'til the day I die
The sun shines a little brighter
In the rear view mirror
The wind feels a little colder
When you're right here
I'm a firecracker, he's a fighter jet
We've been fighting fires since the day we met
When you say forever, I start to shake
But I know that I've always wanted love this way
Racing for titles, it's time to fly
I'll be riding with you 'til the day I die
I know
You're gonna be the one
That saves me
I know
You're gonna be the one
When I take a look at you, me oh my
I'll be riding with you 'til the day I die
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1900
04:10
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Bought my heart for nineteen hundred cents
Ever since then, I never made too much sense
Dealer man said, he don't sell head-on-straight
Put a pillow over the sun
Pills, sex, my love, et cetera
I saw every waterfall
I can't tell where you are
Oh, watch me go down
Oh, white as snow now
Met a guru who is selling you air and truth
Met a Mary maid who married her love today
Me and my tall cup of milk, I don't wanna look up
Oh, watch me go down
Oh, what as snow now
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Tin Can Dream
04:05
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I'm twenty-five and I've still got stars in my eyes
They're fixated on them big, bright, shiny lights
I ain't go no love, I ain't got no soul
I gave both of them up long ago
Oh, give me that glitter and gold
Maybe you can help me see
The way that you want me to be
She's living for a teeny, tiny Tin Can Dream
Yeah, just give your starlight to me
Mary -- she really loves her man
She spends her life in from of the frying pan
I'm out here all alone
A wonderin' ghost, I ain't got no home
Oh, give me that glitter and gold
Maybe you can help me see
The way that you want me to be
She's living for a teeny, tiny Tin Can Dream
Cut her heart out and hang it from a tree
Yeah, just give your starlight to me
I bought a little red dress for my date with the solid line
I might go to hell, but just tell me where to sign
It's the devil's hour, the clock strikes three
Play my guitar up on MTV
Oh, give me that glitter and gold
Maybe you can help me see
The way that you want me to be
She's living for a teeny, tiny Tin Can Dream
Cut her heart out and hang it from a tree
Yeah, just give your starlight to me
Yeah, just give your starlight to me
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I wanna stay with you a while
I wanna see your lovin' smile
I feel as though I'm in a dream
But things aren't always what they seem
Things aren't always what they seem to be
Oh, I feel so low
Oh, I feel so high
Rock 'n roll came to claim my lovely soul
But I had no supply
I wanna crawl up to the moon
I wanna stay right here with you
I feel as thought I'm in a dream
But things aren't always what they seem
Things aren't always what they seem to be
Oh, I feel so low
Oh, I feel so high
Rock 'n roll came to claim my lovely soul
But I had no supply
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11. |
Bury Me in My Boots
02:13
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Running for my life out to the show
One band stops, another's time to go
It's time I'm breaking free
Hand the mic to me
I've got a lot to say
A stack of bills to pay
And getting older by the day
When I get old, and I'll get old
When I get old and tired, too
Won't you please
Bury me in my boots
Bury me in my boots
Bury me in my boots
What you see is who I'll always be
The curtain calls, the band they start to play
Four whiskeys deep, whose counting anyway?
Oh, sweet Mary Jane
Taking me away
It's the cause, the curse and the claim
It's the cause, the curse and the claim
When I get old, and I'll get old
When I get old and tired, too
Won't you please
Bury me in my boots
Bury me in my boots
Bury me in my boots
What you see is who I'll always be
And so it goes
Like the water owns the river and the coast
And so it goes
Like a vagabond, I build myself a boat
When I get old, and I'll get old
When I get old and tired, too
Won't you please
Bury me in my boots
Bury me in my boots
Bury me in my boots
What you see is who I'll always be
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Trees Marie and the Heavy Hearts Dallas, Texas
Trees Marie is the front-woman of Texan Native alternative-rock band, "Trees Marie and the Heavy Hearts." A high energy singer-songwriter referencing alternative rock, country, and folk roots with focus on social issues, romance, and reflection of self. ... more
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