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C'est la Vie
02:04
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If bottle caps were hundred dollar bills
I bet id never drink another beer
But they're not so i toss them all into a jar
Sittin' on top of the refrigerator
Chorus:
That's life, that's life, oh boy that's life
If it weren't for having bad luck, i'd only have good luck
But that just makes the bad luck seem worse
seems like we're only just blinking our eyes
Then we're riding in the back of a hearse
chorus:
That's life, that's life, and that's the way that she goes
I've spent my whole life relaxing, that's why i'm so stressed
And here lately it's been making me old
Maybe i'll ask my daddy to tell me what's best
Oh hell, he probably don't know
chorus:
That's life, that's life, oh boy that's life
That's life, that's life, that's the way that she goes
That's life, that's life, c'est la vie
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The days are getting shorter
Like our time together
Life's getting colder
So is the weather
Leaves they are falling
Away from their branches
They're forced apart
By time & circumstances
Chorus:
But I always knew
Our season would change
Summertime to Autumn
& Wintertime to Spring
Birds they are flying
South for the Winter
But you're going away
To leave me forever
Chorus
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Cold as Christmas
01:45
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Our love is like tomatoes left too long on the vine
A droopy headed sunflower just cryin' out his eyes
I slept with the windows wide open every night
Pretending not to notice fewer flashing fire flies
By the time the chilly winter winds came troubling my mind
You were cold as christmas time
Our love is like a meadow flower, put up with the hay
Growin' wild, bright, & fragrant seems like only yesterday
Now hollow reeds & brambles coke up through the frozen clay
Colors few & far between red berries & blue Jay's
You said that you loved me & then sent me away
You were cold as Christmas day
Our love is like a mapel, bereft of her leaves
Naked, sad, & graceful branches dancing in the breeze
& at her feet a rustling, golden canopy
Blankets mice & moles & lizards making holes down in the weeds
You said that you loved me
& then you set me free
You were cold as Christmas eve
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Bowl of Beans
01:35
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Here I sit with a bowl of beans
All by myself, lonesome as you please
Lonesome as you please, no collard greens
Here I sit with a bowl of beans
She took the flour & she took the fat
& she took the cornmeal how do you like that?
How do you like that? No collard greens
Here I sit, with a bowl of beans
I chopped me an onion to go on top
But it got me to crying, so I could not stop
I could not stop those salty tears
Now I'm eating beans just sitting here
If you ain't choppn' onions in the kitchen
Then i must be cryin' over you
No, you ain't choppin' onions in the kitchen
And i'm sittin' here lonesome and blue
All these tears that i'm cryin' are for you
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Betty in the Sunshine
01:20
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Tiny Bubbles
01:56
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I woke up this morning feeling like a cheap bottle of champagne
Half drunk from the night before, left sittin on the countertop waiting to be poured down the drain
Chorus:
I counted down the minutes humming Auld Lang syne
Watching all those tiny bubbles burst before my eyes
May old acquaintance be forgot
& never brought to mind
I woke up this morning feeling like a man sized apology
& I went to sleep last night with a pretty good idea about what my resolution ought to be
Chorus
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7. |
Since Valentine's Day
02:09
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I ain't seen you since valentine's day
I walked through a February snow storm to get to your place
& when you opened up your door
I just melted with the snow there in the floor
& I ain't seen you since valentine's day
I'm still waiting on this weather to break
Medicating my fears & heart aches
You kissed me & promised that we'd see each other soon
But yesterday was the 14th of June
& I ain't seen you since valentine's day
Mayne if you were far & away
This whole goddamned thing would be easier to take
But I know with just a short drive in the car
We could be back in each other's arms
But I ain't seen you since valentine's day
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I've got a guitar and a sliver dollar grandpa gave me before he died
He said 'son you could take it to the opry if ya tried
There ain't a star to wish on out tonight
& I'm so goddamned lonesome I could cry
These old trucks keep driving by me, seems like 90 miles an hour
I developed a lot of respect for that Detroit power
A cold beer & a warm meal would sure hit the spot
But a guitar & a silver dollar is all I got
Chorus: there'll be no more tales of these bars and jails to haunt me while I'm flying
Tell me 'ange, you better settle down. There might be someone buying
He'll I'm lying
On the bottom most of the time
Hunting words that rhyme
I miss my dear old grandpa and The things that he used to say
I still think about that old man everyday
Hey grandpa I love you and I want to say thanks alot
A guitar and a silver dollar is all I got
Chorus
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9. |
Mulga
01:25
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Well you better not go to mulga boys you might not make it back
There's 14 miles of swamp land and a torn up railroad track
Well they grow the weed down to mulga boys it's sticky and it's sweet
Bet your ass if you smoke too much it'll knock you off your feet
Chorus:
Mulga, Mulga
There's a Bigfoot, There's a bear
There's a bear, there's them dudes that grow their hair so long
So long, Mulga
Well some boys went down to Mulga and they thought they'd steal our grass
I ain't seen hide nor hair of them thieving varmints' ass
Well they grow the weed down to Mulga boys it's sticky and it's sweet
In that swamp there's a hundred souls with rocks tied to there feet
Chorus
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10. |
Tears in My Ears
02:07
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written by Jim, David, & Andy Milliken
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Ange McGillicuddy Wilkesville, Ohio
Ange is a poor mud farmer, living in a shack on the banks of the mighty Raccoon Creek(the longest crik in the world) with his dog, Oscar, his guitar, and the banjalo his grandpa gave him. He writes songs in a country americana style and delivers no frills, from the heart, performances. ... more
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