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My Team, Your Team
01:28
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Higher Than Us
03:39
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I'm standing here with my feet planted in the sand, in this wild alone with the stars and the rain falling together on this mountain. These phones are ringing. I feel like I'm dying. My family don't like these words. They love this song. There's laughter. It's echoing. It's off of all these walls. Yeah, I'm standing here with my feet planted in the sand, in this wild alone with the stars and the rain falling together on this mountain. I'm still standing here with my feet planted in the sand, in this wild alone with the stars and the rain falling together on this mountain.
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Bridge Burning Blues
02:50
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Some of the momma's out of Memphis couldn't count a Tennessee mile even if it were to save their lives so their children will have to cry themselves to sleep. See us folks down south, we don't know a thing about making it out by the skin of our teeth. We do whatever it takes to make ends meet. We all would work our fingers to the bone, just to put a little something on the table from dusk until dawn. We all grow. We all rot. Though it always seems that we always get what it is that we want. Momma, I'm kicking rocks and taking aim at the ground just this once, as if it were safe though we know this place has ricochet before. We always leave our mark and make a list. With each thing we find ourselves listen, as if we were certain that that's all it could ever be worth, we all would work our fingers to the bone just to put a little something on the table from dusk until dawn. We all grow. We all rot. Thoguh it always seems that we always get what it is that we want. Oh, it always seems that we always get what it is that we want. It always seems that we always get what it is that we want.
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Heart Breaker
02:14
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May have got my name boy. May have turned to my kin. May have thought you knew a thing or two before we met. You ain't heard it from me. You seen for yourself. How bad could it be? How foul did it smell? A selfless lot, a pillar of salt. How could anything mend a broken heart? May grind my teeth son. May wrinkle my nose. May have tried to smile for a while but you know you know how it goes. You ain't heard it from me. You seen for yourself. How bad could it be? How foul did it smell? A selfless lot, a pillar of salt. How could anything mend a broken heart? How could anything mend a broken heart? How could anything mend a broken heart?
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Well, summer's come and gone. You are on your way back down here for a little warmth. Well, I sure hope that you've prepared a little song for us good old folks down here in the deep, dirty south where all the blood on them hands is only blood that's been spilled. So, I heard that your home is with your dear mom. Mine certainly is not. So, I guess I've got you wondering while I'll want to live and I'll want to die far below the Mason Dixon Line, east of them Mississippi shores where all the blood on them hands is only blood that's been spilled.
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I don't want to work on a railroad, I don't want to work on a farm. I'm going to lay around that shack until that mail train comes back. I'm going to roll in my sweet baby's arms. Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms. I'm going to lay around that shack until that mail train comes back and roll in my sweet baby's arms. What were you last Friday night when I was lying in jail? You were out with another man, wouldn't even go my bail. Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms. I'm going to lay around that shack until that mail train comes back and roll in my sweet baby's arms. I know your folks don't like me. You drove me away from her door. I got one life to live, if I could live it all again, you wouldn't even miss me anymore. Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms. I'm going to lay around that shack until that mail train comes back and roll in my sweet baby's arms.
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Brotherly Love
02:00
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You ain't some forsaken fool. You ain't ever gonna go down low. I'll be around until the day that you die. Help 'em spell your name, set the date. You'll light a fire one last time. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Get me a box made out of wood. Carve my initials right on the front. I hope you're around until the day that I die. Help 'em dig my grave, live with the pain. Give 'em a show when you carry me out. No matter what, make sure I rot.
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Viper Mad
03:22
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I'm viper mad. I gotta have my fun. I ain't ever been sad, it just can't be done. Some people keep talking but I don't care. I'm 21. I'm having fun. I've just begun. Wrap your chops around that stick of tea. You ought to blow that gauge, come get high with me. Good tea is my weakness, Lord i know it's. What do I care, I'm viper mad.
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Similar Tendencies
01:58
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The Pony Song
02:40
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Duval County Bound Gainesville, Florida
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