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Arkansas Traveller
01:47
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Goin' out west - gonna feel that breeze.
Call me when you get to Los Angeles.
There's a glittering banjo; there's a fiddle of stone.
Tell me all about it when you get home.
If I was a honey bee and you a flower, you couldn't look as sweet to me as you do now.
This place is like to kill me for my heart to freeze. I'm glad it's safe and sound in Los Angeles.
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2. |
Mole Song
04:00
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I wish I was a mole diggin' in the ground.
If you ever came to mind, I'd just dig further down.
I wish I was a flea, hangin' in your hair.
If you ever looked my way, you wouldn't know I'm there.
If I could wear your face, and slip between your ears, happiness would melt away and sadness disappear.
Space and time give me a headache.
You're divine, got a head set for heartbreak, killing time. Can't rewind.
A second line of wind, stars, and weathervanes out my mind, makin' love on the interstate. Killing time.
Killing time.
I'm just killing time.
Killing time.
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3. |
Falling Down
05:33
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If you're out of weed and pills,
dangle out the windowsill.
Strange but true, I've found
there's nothing like falling down.
Falling down.
I called to death but he would not hear.
I asked myself for another year.
Strange but true, I've found
each day I wake up 6 feet down.
6 feet down.
Let my tea steep for most of the day. I like it strong and I need some help to stay awake. Yeah, I swear, man, I'm doin' ok. I'm just really looking forward to the end of the day.
Fuck your weed and pills.
Dangle out the windowsill.
Strange but true, I've found
there's nothing like falling down.
Falling down.
Falling Down.
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4. |
The Blister Boogie
00:58
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5. |
Boll Weevil
02:36
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Boll Weevil told the farmer, "you'd better treat me right.
I'll eat up all your cotton, sleep in your grain rails at night"
Boll Weevil told the farmer, "don't need no Ford machine.
I'll eat up all your cotton, can't buy no gasoline."
There goes a spider running up and down the wall.
He must've been goin' to get his hashes haul.
I don't see no water for I'm about to drown.
I'd rather die by the riverside than hang around.
No escape, no respite in the ground -
I don't see no fire but I'm-a-burnin' down.
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