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Burn in Hell
05:22
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I hope you get that big Frigidaire
I hope you get those Egyptian sheets
I hope you're happy in your rocking chair
Baby bouncing on your knee
And I hope someday you cut that old willow down
Been such an eyesore since the storm
And I hope you still come around
When you don't love me anymore
I hope you live to be one hundred and three
and baby when we say farewell
I hope you burn in hell
I hope you still sneak your cigarettes
Just like you always said you would
And if your neighbor sees I hope she forgets
Right there that minute like she should
And I hope that you never lay awake
Thinking about the years gone by
Laugh for me and make no mistake
It's music to me every time
I hope you live to be one hundred and three
and baby when we say farewell
I hope you burn in hell
I hope you write that children's book
And I hope you help the poor
I hope you never learn to clean or cook
Or open your own door
And I hope someday you make your peace with God
And I hope you're not afraid
To lay your body down in pine and sod
When you meet your dying day
I hope you live to be one hundred and three
and baby when we say farewell
I hope you burn in hell
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2. |
I Clean Up Nice
03:58
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Drum rolls hot when the super's gone
Poker chips, twenties and government bonds
I ran the rat race
But I never won
Get down on my knee when the laundry's done
Get down on my knee
Get down on me knee
My baby needs a ring and man she needs it soon
And I never saved a dollar leaning on my broom
But I clean up nice
Plastic thunder and the paper rains
Cotton-press steady on the weather vane
A little weather for the wear
A little weather for the tear
Watch that little window from your folding chair
Watch that little window
Watch that little window
She needs a wedding ring before the baby shows
Been buying time with sleight of hand & baggy clothes
But I clean up nice
Linen sheets and pocket folds
I think about Sing Sing and the big pay load
A brand new chip off this broke old block
My blue-eyed baby with a borrowed rock
But I clean up nice
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3. |
Too Old to Drink
06:24
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When I'm too old to drink, I'll be bona fide
When I'm too old to drink, I'll backslide no more
When I'm too old to drink, I'll be so sweet and kind
Leave these old hijinks and wicked ways behind
But now I'm a tender youth
Sopped in rye and that dry vermouth
And I've got to warn you, baby
You just can't count on me
'Cause I'll be out with these same old fools
Telling lies from the same barstools
Until I'm too old to drink
When I'm too old to drink, I'll be on the level
When I'm too old to drink, I will raise no hell
When I'm too old to drink, I'll be so warm and gentle
And baby, don't you think that it'd suit me well?
But now I'm a tender youth
Sopped in rye and that dry vermouth
And I've got to warn you, baby
You just can't count on me
'Cause I'll be out with these same old fools
Telling lies from the same barstools
Until I'm too old to drink
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Hinterland
04:17
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Plucking curlers from their hair
Perfume just a touch
Send their husbands on their way
And set the kids out playing jacks and double dutch
All these corn-fed country women
Thinking about a glass of wine at 8am
They're all standing by the window
Waiting for the milkman to walk by again
Never lonely, they're never blue
Feeling feverish in the morning
Nightgown draped just so
That scented paper on the doorframe
Reads "Doctor, you can make yourself at home
I'm just waiting in the bedroom
Working on a little brandy for my ills
Won't you come upstairs and join me?
Maybe you can help me to explain these chills"
Never lonely, they're never blue
Run home to the city
Tell them spinsters what you saw
Tell them that there's something to the land
The dairy out there does delivery
And the doctor comes right to your door
And the sheriff leaves those back roads undermanned
Sheriff, sheriff, hurry over
Someone's in my home
There's footsteps creaking in the study
And the old man's fishing, left me all alone
Bring your tin star, your revolver
I'm so desperate I don't know what I might do
Leave your truck parked around the corner
Leave the rabbits on the back roads for a few
Never lonely, they're never blue
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Honeypot
04:21
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You asked what harm just a drop could do
I should have known
Honey, I can't say no to you
I should have known
You're good, you're good, you're good
Made and easy mark of me
A babe out in the woods
A lamb to fleece
I've been had, I've been took
Stick me with a fork 'cause
I've been skinned and cooked
And I can't take anymore
I should've known it's no love
It's just a honeypot
Those golden eyes by the candle light
I should have known
Sticky fingers at the edge of sight
I should have known
I'd wake up all alone
Bitter sweetness on my tongue
Hard candy pneumonia
Down in my lung
I've been had, I've been took
Stick me with a fork 'cause
I've been skinned and cooked
And I can't take anymore
I should've known it's no love
It's just a honeypot
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