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Quit Playin’ That Guitar
03:31
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Heading back home from Nashville after 30 days on the road
Too many drinks in the bar each night and too few tickets sold
Coming back home to my sweetheart and our king-size bed
But when I walked in the front door, this is what she said
“You'd better quit playin' that guitar
Choose it or me ‘cause I don’t see chords paying for a house and a car
You'd better quit writin' songs
Otherwise, you'll wake up one morning and I’ll be gone”
So I went and sat at a desk in an office, working 50 hours a week
Drinking bitter, lukewarm coffee in the morning and staring at a screen
Then I fell asleep in a 4-hour meeting after a midnight show downtown
I got dragged to the company courtroom and this is the sentence they handed down
“You'd better quit playin' that guitar
Straighten up 'cause we don't know where your priorities are
You'd better quit writin' songs
One more slip and you'll push us too far and find yourself out of a job”
I went home and I thought a little while, I had myself a beer
Then I had another, and another to make sure my thinking was clear
Why am I doing all this workin' if I never get the chance to play?
So I’m breaking up with that girl and that day job and this is what I’ll say
“Hey darling, I’m still playin' this guitar
I'm not sure just how compatible you and me are
Hey bossman, I'm still singin’ these songs
And if you don't like it, maybe this job was wrong for me all along”
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2. |
Dead Gulch Dan
04:55
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Let me tell you a story
About Dead Gulch Dan
Just five feet tall
40 inches around
He went to West Texas
With trouble on his mind
But he left riding fast
With the law close behind
Born in Cornflower
On the Oklahoma land
But no man ever feared
A “Cornflower Dan"
So he gave himself a new name
To set 'em quaking in their shoes
Now Dead Gulch Dan
He was reborn to lose
He tried robbing banks
And stopping trains
But he always fired early
And gave himself away
His second-rate
Kept other highwaymen home
So Dead Gulch Dan
Rode West alone
Just north of El Paso
He spied the prize
A slow-rollin’ wagon
With four maids inside
He came on hot
Stopped that wagon cold
But when his horse hit gravel
Dan hit the road
"Oh Dan, oh Dan,"
Those ladies sang
"You’d best go straight
Quit your outlaw ways
Killin' and stealin'
Ain't the life for you"
Dead Gulch Dan
Knew just what to do
Dan rode back East
All the way to New York Town
He pawned his saddle
And put his guns in the ground
He joined a big old bank
Full of slippery men
Now Wall Street Dan
Robs you with his fountain pen
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3. |
6th of May
03:40
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Sixth of May, it’s almost 11am.
Trying to fight the urge to stay awake.
But consciousness is going to win,
And I’m getting pretty sick of him.
I don’t think I can waste another day.
Stomach’s turning itself up in knots
Trying to squeeze last night out of me.
This feeling it ain’t nothing new
When you celebrate, you mourn some too.
I don’t think I’ll keep this memory.
So why do I do this?
And how can you?
I stay out late most every night
And I feel like shit at morning light,
All because I’m chasing after you
Day drags on like it tends to do.
Shadows grow so long then fade away
I do what all has to be done,
I do my work before my fun.
It’s no fun chasing all the time.
So why do I do this?
And how can you?
I stay out late most every night
And I feel like shit at morning light,
All because I’m chasing after you.
All because I’m chasing after you.
It’s no fun chasing after you.
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It's a-hundred-past-midnight on a Sunday morning
Can’t believe I'm here again with you
If it feels like we’ve been doing this every weekend for years
Well, maybe that’s just because it’s true
Raise up your drink, something real strong
Something that won't leave behind any doubt
Spin up a fast song on that jukebox in the corner
This ain’t the kind of place where they'll kick us out
This ain’t the kind of place where they'll kick us out
Let the record play one more time
We've got enough quarters for One More Saturday Night
Or Two More Bottles of Wine
Turn the lights down again — this party isn't over
Let the record play one more time
This town ain't big enough for the rumors we'll start
But were we ever young enough to care?
We tell ourselves “Next week’s when I work up the nerve
To put this place in my rear-view mirror..."
So what if this is all just a fantasy?
So what if it’s all just a dream?
Tonight’s the true story of five best friends
Emmy, Jerry, Cousin Frederick, you, and me
Let that record play one more time
We've got enough quarters for One More Saturday Night
Or Two More Bottles of Wine
Turn the jukebox up — my last song isn't over
Let the record play one more time
Let the record play one more time
Let the record play one more time
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He's got a ramblin' fever, rollin' down the road
No time for bullshit, no time for gettin' old
30 tons of Kenworth, with Chet Atkins by his side
He’s out in the wilderness searchin’ for the end of that long white line
Brother, he's the man you wanna be
Sittin' up in that air-cushioned seat
He ain't like any man you'll ever know
When you see him on the road, say hello
Look for the truck drivin’ man from North Dakota
He crossed the Mississippi
More times than he could tell
He'll pour you whiskey
And send your morning straight to hell
Need a dirty joke? He knows 'em all
Need a guitar picker? He'll tell you who to call
Brother, he's the man you wanna be
Sittin' up in that air-cushioned seat
He ain't like any man you'll ever know
When you see him on the road, say hello
Look for the truck drivin’ man from North Dakota
From the Ryman, to New York, to the Hollywood Bowl
If you need it there with time to spare he’s the man for the role
From Grafton, North Dakota on down to New Orleans
There’s always one more destination, one more story to be seen
Brother, he's the man you wanna be
Sittin' up in that air-cushioned seat
He ain't like any man you'll ever know
When you see him on the road, say hello
Look for the truck drivin’ man from North Dakota
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6. |
Saying Goodbye
03:33
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We’re setting off down the road
And we’re leaving today
On a long journey
That’ll take us far
I just don’t know
When I’ll be back again
So I'm saying goodbye
I'm saying goodbye
For many long days
I know I’ll regret
Leaving you behind
Just because of this
Journey I'm on
Of selfish risk
But I'm saying goodbye
I'm saying goodbye
Now I'm saying goodbye
I'm saying goodbye
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7. |
Girls in Trucks
02:14
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Ever since I was a teenaged lad,
I’ve been chasing girls.
But there’s one kind I’ve been after
More than any other in the world.
I might be a city boy,
But I know what I like.
It sure ain’t no hipster girl
Riding on a fixed-gear bike.
You can keep your Honda Civics
And your Priuses as well.
Give me a girl in 4x4
And I’ll be feeling swell.
And if you drive Volkswagen, babe,
You’re still out of luck.
‘Cuz I only like pretty little girls
Driving big ol’ pickup trucks.
Now you may be a Chevy girl,
You could drive Ford or Ram.
I’ll even take a Toyota truck,
That’s the kind of guy I am.
But if you drive around the town
In a big ol’ SUV,
That’s all right I guess, but I must confess
It don’t do too much for me.
You can keep your Honda Civics
And your Priuses as well.
Give me a girl in 4x4
And I’ll be feeling swell.
And if you drive Volkswagen, babe,
You’re still out of luck.
‘Cuz I only like pretty little girls
Driving big ol’ pickup trucks.
You can keep your Honda Civics
And your Priuses as well.
Give me a girl in 4x4
And I’ll be feeling swell.
And if you drive Volkswagen, babe,
You’re still out of luck.
‘Cuz I only like pretty little girls
Driving big ol’ pickup trucks.
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8. |
Hangover
02:59
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Sitting in a barroom late one night
I start to get the feeling like my, my, my
Heart is a’poundin’ right between my eyes
Now my head’s getting light
Gimme one more drink ‘cause I need...
A hangover
A hangover
A hangover every night
Since you walked out on me
We were happy as we could be
Two in love for eternity
Without any warning you set me free
Now I’ve been crying for months
Out every night
And I spend every day with...
A hangover
A hangover
A hangover every night
Since you walked out on me
Whiskey, gin, beer, or wine
Makes no difference to me
I’ll search every bottle ’til one reveals
Why you had to leave
One more drink, just one more
Bartender: fill my glass, throw me out the door!
I wanna wake up with my head feeling sore
And forget your name
Forget your face
Forget that time
Leave it all erased
I wanna wake up without your memory…
And a hangover
A hangover
A hangover every night
Since you walked out on me
Since you walked out on me
Since you walked out on me
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9. |
First Bar Band on Mars
03:20
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Shot out through the stratosphere, on a mission, we’re assigned
To entertain the colonists and brighten their lives
A reminder of terra firma, oh so far away
Songs from home to end a twenty-five-hour day
We’re the first bar band on Mars
We can’t wait to touch down
And play both kinds of music
’Til Halley’s Comet makes its rounds
We’ve got a rocket-powered bus
Caked in red dirt and dust
You can’t miss us when we come to town
Two guitars, one banjo, strapped in ready for the launch
One fiddle and a bass (it’s not gonna fit up on top!)
We’re tightening the hardware on our space-age alloy drums
Red planet, here we come
We’re the first bar band on Mars
We’ll take your requests
For “Mr. Spaceman”
And “Panama Red”
They may sound better
Back where you’re from
But from here to Pluto, we play ‘em best
One hundred and forty million miles out past the Moon
Starting the Lower Milky Way honky tonk boom
Everyone says we’re too cool for the cover of Rolling Stone
But we’d be even cooler without this clear plastic dome
We’re the first bar band on Mars
We’ll play for you all day
In the thin evening air
And the red morning haze
We’ll be here until they tell us
To turn off our amps
Saddle up and blast off into space
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10. |
The Lonely Barroom
03:55
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There's a place that I go most every night
To drink and forget under the glowing neon lights
If your heart is breaking we'll see you there soon
It's only the lonely at the lonely barroom
If you recognize friends who often come in
To introduce sorrow to whiskey and gin
Don't treat them unkindly they could be you
Quietly drinking at the lonely barroom
A home for the night
That's open all day
If you're feeling lonely
We won't turn you away
Though you find true love to stay by your side
A hand to hold onto an ear to confide
If you let it slip away we'll welcome you too
Our newest companion at the Lonely Barroom
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11. |
The Ballad of Ellis, D
03:22
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12. |
Break Her Heart
03:46
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Break her heart
So I can put it back together again
Make her cry
But not for too long
Let her go, sit at home, wait by the phone
And wonder what she saw in you
Break her heart
But not too much
Well, I heard it from a friend that she's with you
He told me that he saw her smilin'
Well, that's alright if she’s
In your arms for the time being
Cause someday she'll come running back to mine
So, break her heart
And I'll put it back together again
Make her cry
But not for too long
Let her go, sit at home, wait by the phone
And wonder what she saw in you
Break her heart
But not too much
I'm lonesome for now, that's true
So there's just one thing I'm asking you
Break her heart
So I can put it back together again
Make her cry
But not for too long
Let her go, sit at home, wait by the phone
And wonder what she saw in you
Break her heart
But not too much
Break her heart
But not too much
Break her heart
But just enough
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The Federales Minneapolis, Minnesota
Since 2012, fans in the Twin Cities and beyond have lined up for this band’s infectious take on old-school country music. While their debut album Blues, Bourbon & Burritos took a straight-ahead approach to Midwestern country sounds and songwriting, their album Honkytonks & Hangovers leans woozily across a wider swath of American styles — rooted in the present but never jilting the past. ... more
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