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Yellow Medicine Hills
04:30
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Been working evenings, trying to get on my feet again
Tryin' not to wind up in a cell, It's just as well
Sure ain't the easy way to make a living day by day
But we all gotta make our living just the same
Did you wanna set your sights out
past the wild and golden rays?
Or did you wanna make a name for yourself
Just the same? Just the same
I got a half a mind to tell ya that it just ain't worth the pain
But who am I to say it? I'm just the same
It's hard to watch the days roll on
Man we all can't go getting good and gone
Every time we hear the rattling of the rail
It's just as well
I think my hands were tied from the moment I arrived
You like to think there's a second choice now don't ya?
Did you wanna set your sights out
past the wild and golden rays?
Or did you wanna make a name for yourself
Just the same? Just the same
I got a half a mind to tell ya that it just ain't worth the pain
But who am I to say it? I'm just the same
I've been working evenings trying to get on my feet again
Trying not to wind up in a cell, it's just as well
Time ain't been kind to me, but I don't keep no enemies
I'll let the weeds grow wild around my grave
Did you wanna set your sights out
past the wild and golden rays?
Or did you wanna make a name for yourself
Just the same? Just the same
I got a half a mind to tell ya that it just ain't worth the pain
But who am I to say it? I'm just the same
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Ain't Tryin'
04:46
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Honey I ain't tryin', tryin' to get to heaven no more
Honey I ain't tryin', tryin' to get to heaven no more
I got my own way out, through the back door
I got my own way out, crawlin' out through the back door
Oh that's just the way it goes sometimes
Ain't gotta say goodbye
Just get the fuck out
Go on, just get the fuck out
Honey I ain't workin', ain't workin' no 9 to 5
Honey I ain't workin', I ain't workin' no 9 to 5
Gonna make my living, same as I make my dying
Gonna make my living, same as I make my dying
Oh that's just the way it goes sometimes
Ain't gotta say goodbye
Just get the fuck out
Go on, just get the fuck out
Honey I ain't worried, worried about letting nobody down
Honey I ain't worried, worried about letting nobody down
No they all got it, but I'm still lookin' around
No they all got it, but I'm still lookin' around
Oh that's just the way it goes sometimes
Ain't gotta say goodbye
Oh, just get the fuck out
Oh, just get the fuck out
Oh, just get the fuck out
Oh, just get the fuck out
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Say When
04:48
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Had a funny feelin' bout it anyhow
Had a funny feelin' bout it anyhow
Everybody actin' like they know you so well
All they really wanted was a reason to bail
And everybody's waitin' on it
But I could be gone by then
I could be gone by then
I don't mean to scare ya
But you'll know it when I say when
Don't mean to scare ya
But you'll know it when I say when
Had a funny feelin' bout it anyhow
Had a funny feelin' bout it anyhow
Start to get the sense that things are goin' too well
Didn't have a lot and wasn't askin' for it
But there's nothin' fun about it when you're breaking down
thought you were runnin'
Oh I could be gone by then
I could be gone by then
I don't mean to scare ya
But you'll know it when I say when
Don't mean to scare ya
But you'll know it when I say when
Had a funny feelin' bout it anyhow
Had a funny feelin' bout it anyhow
Everybody actin' like they know you so well
All they really wanted was a reason to bail
and everybody's waitin' on it
But I could be gone by then
I could be gone by then
I don't mean to scare ya
But you'll know it when I say when
Don't mean to scare ya
But you'll know it when I say when
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4. |
Hard Livin'
04:46
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Say what you're used to saying
as long as you're done when the band is playing
Do what you like to do
like gettin' messed up when the day is through
Oh it's mighty hard livin' the way you know is right
Always seems so easy in the morning light
Oh I got a monkey on my back
and I just might let him have it
Oh I got a monkey on my back
and I just might let him have it
Say what you're used to saying
as long as you're done when the band is playing
Do what you like to do
like sleeping it off in the afternoon
Oh you could probably take a detour that just up and derails ya
Or you could keep on fightin' the things that ail ya
And you could take a couple deep breaths and get your head straight
Cause you gotta keep going on either way
Oh I got a monkey on my back
and I just might let him have it
Oh I got a monkey on my back
and I just might let him have it
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Tell It Like It Is
03:26
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Something about the air gets hot
Something about the tone gets mean
Going looking for the worst in some it'll get the best of anyone
And aren't them lies so easy to believe?
Oh but can you please cut that shit out
Go on can you please cut that shit out
Something about the air gets hard
Suddenly the hairs up on your neck start standing up
Oh you think they mean well when they don't
Hard to think they mean well when they don't
Well I'd tell it like it is but I don't want the shit kicked out of me
I guess
Gonna mind my fucking business anyway
you know that I'm a pacifist
Looking for true bliss
Something about the air gets hot
Something about the tone gets mean
Looking for the worst in some it'll get the best of anyone
And aren't them lies so easy to believe?
Oh but can you please cut that shit out
Go on can you please cut that shit out
Something about the air gets quiet
Suddenly the feeling in the room gets a little violent
My old friend it's been a little while
My old friend it's been a little while
Well I'd tell it like it is but I don't want the shit kicked out of me
I guess
Gonna mind my fucking business anyway
you know that I'm a pacifist
Looking for true bliss
Looking for true bliss
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