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I'm broken down and barrel chested again Some people try for all their lives but they never make a dent You hang around broke, bored and restless again Strung out stripped of all your pride with all your money spent But it's not the same when you're not here Let me make that picture clear It's not the same when you're not around I'm left alone here in this town But it's just as lame for you, When you leave me feeling so damn cold I'm wishing we could both get old before Either one of us pass this way again And it's not the same when you're not with me, my dear I've been trying all night long make that picture clear Still, whose to blame if you don't miss me when I'm not here Cartoons, clowns and run down towns tend to lose their charms over the years But it's not the same when you're not here Let me make that picture clear But it's just as lame for you, When you leave me feeling so damn cold I'm wishing we could both get old before Either one of us pass this way again But it's not the same when you're not here Let me make that picture clear It's not the same when you're not around I'm left alone here in this town And it's not the same when you don't call It's not the same that way at all But it's just as lame for you, When you leave me feeling so damn cold I'm wishing we could both get old before Either one of us pass this way again Go To Top Now everything's fine, But I'm still gonna whine You've got eyes that shine, But they aren't mine unless I pay for them in full And that's the rule And I guess that's cool But I ain't no fool, And I won't be made to look like I'm some troglodyte I won't come home until it's night Can't be seen just hanging around, Unless you come along Girl if you go, I'm gonna stay home But if you stay, I'll go away, And I won't come back all night No that ain't right, but let's not fight These words are trite, but there the only ones I know You must have things to do, And I can't always be with you There's a thousand reasons I could name, But every single one is lame You take these chains, break these ties that bind me my whole life Take me home, I don't mind, and now we both hate life Face down in some bar you'll find me waiting, wife, calling out your name Now wait a minute dear Get yourself another beer And as long as you're there, Get me one too and we'll work this thing all out I had no doubt Don't you sit there and pout Go To Top Why ya gotta go and sell your soul? Why ya gotta talk about Engine Joe Like he's some guy in a fairy tale book? Everybody knows that he just cooks Baked beans and brisket in a BBQ stand On the dirty side of town He's a dirty old man But he likes his job more than the rest Who work with him and consider him the best Still he wouldn't care if you called him a rat But why ya gotta talk about Engine Joe like that? In the very same city on the other side of town Lives a funny little lady and a rodeo clown And she swears she's loved him all her life Promises one day he's gonna make her his wife Have a couple kids and a little plot of land Open themselves up a BBQ stand, Just like Engine Joe on the other side of town Funny little lady and the rodeo clown Rodeo clown thinks that Engine Joe is fat Still he wouldn't talk about Engine Joe like that Once upon a time there was a race car racer, And he had himself a suped up AMC Pacer It was shaped like a bubble, but it drove really fast Racer couldn't drive so the Pacer it crashed Got himself a guy with a truck that could tow her Still he said he didn't think that guy could fix its motor But that guy he didn't care; he fixed it just the same I guess that's how Engine Joe got his name Now he wrangles beef in a BBQ stand Ever since the day that he mangled his hand He doesn't care He just keeps on smokin' Cigarettes and brisket man I ain't jokin' Go To Top Driven to silence, but I'm drowning in sin My mandolin hangs on the wall once again I can't seem to find the right words from within, But I won't be looking for long There comes a time when nothing seems clear Your past out on the front porch with a head full of beer, Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear But I won't be thinking for long So many years ago when I was pure, I was drunk on direction but afflicted with a cure For all ailments cynical, that's how things were But I didn't stay drunk for too long Notions and knowledge came and sobered me up I sipped from their bottle; I slammed a whole cup That swill seemed to sit well, but I should've thrown it up Cause it didn't sit well for too long I was a fool I was stupid because I was mistaking knowledge for just a good buzz Five years drunk on wine and words and wit Served by cynics and charlatans They were all full of shit Empty cans of frustration and cans of regret Line the living room floor that you've often swept Pop another one open and wretch at the stench It's a hard drink to swallow for a thirst you can't quench But there'll come a time when it all seems clear When you're passed out on the front porch, your head full of beer Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear, But I won't be clouded for long Now I'm driven to silence, and I'm drowning in sin My mandolin hangs on the wall once again I can't seem to find the right words from within, But I won't be looking for long I'll stink of drink 'til I let you in, Then I won't be stinking for long Go To Top Well I've seen you hanging around for awhile, And I wish that you'd just go away Cause I've been stuck in this old town for awhile, And this town has seen it's better days And I'll be damned if I'll let you Be a part of some new start And make me lose my will to leave this place And I'll be damned if I'll let you Take my heart and tear it apart And make me watch the tears fall from your face You can find me here each night, and I'll be drinking I'm trying to lose these blues and these woes Then you'll find me in the morning, and I'll be thinking, Where did all of my money go? But I'll be damned if I'll let you Pick me up and brush me off And give myself a reason to live And I'll be damned if I'll let you Take me in and be my friend And give me something all my money can't give Guess I finally got my wish You've gone away I guess I've proven that I am a man But I know that I'll just go to shit in all my days And to this town will be damned; I'll be damned I'll be damned if I didn't let you Be a part of some new start And make me lose my will to leave this place And I'll be damned if I didn't let you; You took my heart and tore it apart And made me watch the tears fall from your face Go To Top Wally got lost in a patch of weeds, and they found his body floating in the reeds He said he'd gone fishing with the boy from across the creek Now here you come waking with a smile on your face Say you've found someone to love you in this loveless place, And his name is Billy Pritchard, and he don't think you're no freak But I don't want him hanging around here, girl His eyes are filled with evil He's gonna drag you to the depths of hell His daddy was a drunk and his mother a whore And every night another man would leave her door And his daddy'd take the money, and he'd go get drunk some more They never spared the rod, but they still spoiled the child On debauchery and witchcraft and everything wild I'm telling you now daughter that he's wicked to the core I don't want him hanging around here, girl His eyes are filled with evil He's gonna steal your heart and then your soul Oh yeah, my little dove, don't you fly too far Don't you leave my aching heart I don't want to see you leaving town I don't want to see you hanging around; Don't want to see you hanging out with that weasel' Cause his eyes are filled with evil He's gonna drag you to the depths of hell Daddy I don't believe a word you said Ever since the day that I learned that my brother was dead I've just come from Billy Pritchard's and I know why your hands are red He said, You took him and Billy fishing by the old oak tree Told them both to wait for you, you had to go pee Then you snuck up from behind, and you shot him in the head But you made a big mistake, father, don't you see They'd exchange hats underneath that oak tree You shot your own son, and you blamed it all on Billy Well I ain't gonna hang around here still, Cause your eyes are filled with evil I'm gonna tell the world and watch you hang Shut your mouth and come inside now, my little dove Get my gun, get my coat, get my gloves Understand that everything I do is out of love Go To Top Little drunk fists across the tip of my chin Guess I should've known that they'd be there again Little drunk fists across the width of my jaw Gets sometimes to where I just don't feel them at all That's OK, I can wait another day For these stupid concessions to be made And you weren't to blame We put Jack and Johnny Walkers' names In the policeman's notebook when he came Little drunk fists need some time to their own Went out to meet some friends but ended up all alone Little drunk fists find and pick up a phone, But fumble on the numbers when they try to dial home Little drunk fists reach for just one more round But end up buying a sixth when the fifth hits the ground Little baby fists touch my face; clutch my nose, Though they'd rather touch their mother's, but she don't know Little drunk fists drove the car home last night, Turned left on Oak Street when they should have turned right Go To Top I'm so sick of writing Songs about screwing up No matter how much I fall down, It seems it's never enough No matter how much good luck Throws itself my way, I find some way to ruin it; Fall down again the next day Road rashed, run down, wrinkled from the rain The song in my heart makes just one sound, But I sing along just the same And I wonder how long I'll hang around Before I go insane Before I break down And get gone again Put myself on trial again for crimes I couldn't see My naked aggression was picked up on a charge of indecency And I remember how I felt when first it exposed itself to me And pray for forgiveness, and a sympathetic jury Road rashed, run down, wrinkled from the rain The song in my heart makes just one sound, But I sing along just the same And I wonder how long I'll hang around Before I go insane Before I break down And get gone again And it makes no difference what you thought you came here for Any plans that you might have had; swept right out the door And it makes no difference how hard you think you've tried, Cause what you'll find out in the end is that its just a lie There've been girls that loved me, But I cheated on them, With a woman named Whiskey, And Gin, her best friend Their affections flow like liquid To a thousand other men, Who'll trade loving for liquor; Salvation for sin Road rashed, run down, wrinkled from the rain The song in my heart makes just one sound, But I sing along just the same And I wonder how long I'll hang around Before I go insane Before I break down And get gone again Go To Top Gunned down in the middle of things, this thing between you and me I had no clue, and neither did you, of anything so unforeseen You're damn right, you can't fight the need to be your own friend But it gets so old, and you're so cold, for the one that's waiting for you in the end So come on Dumb luck, I guess I messed up, telling you all where to go But it seemed so right to try to cause a fight, I guess that goes to show what I know You're damn right, you can't fight the need to be your own friend But it gets so old, and you're so cold, for the one that's waiting for you in the end So I say, hell yes, I confess, to always wanting things to be the same But this change you use as your excuse for leaving me behind, well that's lame Gunned down in the middle of things, this thing between you and me I had no clue, and neither did you, of anything so unforeseen You're damn right, you can't fight the need to be your own friend But it gets so old, and you're so cold, for the one that's waiting for you in the end So I say, hell yes, I confess, to always wanting things to be the same But this change you use as your excuse for leaving me behind, well that's lame And it's too late, I guess that's just great, telling me how things should stay But the truth be known, I'd rather be alone than to have to live like this another day Come on Go To Top I'm lost in my own town I wonder why none of my friends come around anymore, That's for sure, any more I'd like to swing by and pick you up I'll put you in the back of my pick-up truck, And we'll go door to door - door to door.... And get lost in the haze of drink I get lost in the haze of drink And I don't give a damn what your friends might say I don't care what they think When I'm lost in the haze of drink Sun down it chokes this town Beckons me, the king, to come and take my crown, And so I do I take it straight, And I stay out late Yeah, it's sad to say, but in this town It's the only way I know to lose this permanent frown From my face It's just my fate... And get lost in the haze of drink I get lost in the haze of drink And I don't give a damn what your friends might say I don't care what they think When I'm lost in the haze of drink It used to be something that we did for fun, But now it seems all of my friends have moved on And left me here all alone I'll probably wake up in the morning in a pool of sick But if you see me on the sidewalk, you can give me a kick I'll say thanks and get back up and get back down... And get lost in the haze of drink I get lost in the haze of drink And I don't give a damn what your friends might say I don't care what they think When I'm lost in the haze of drink Go To Top Now it's 3 AM, And the walls are closing in I can hear them whisper, "That fool, He's done it again." The air has turned cold, But I can't reach my window So I lay here twisted, and I Pray for the dreams to flow Another day done; Plenty of work, no fun, And in a bottle or a T.V. dinner Solace comes One bad day leads to more, Like the one drink that you pour, And becomes a lifetime of hopes And dreams ignored I never made any specific plans I'd always said you knew I was just a simple man And I never made any deals with you I never knew that I needed to You spend your whole life waiting for something to change Something or someone to come around and rearrange You spend your whole damn life trying to climb just one rung, With nothing to do, if it never comes Go To Top (c)1997 Bait Sandwich Songs (ASCAP) and Elttilood Publishing |
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