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That's Alright
03:39
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Well there were too many people on the pickup crew
I heard they canned a few illegals and the foreman too
but that's alright
cause I got better things to do than makin all this money for you
I had a hundred fifty dollars on my final check
I bought a bucket of tobacco and a new backpack
I said goodbye
I hung my thumb out on the interstate to catch an inexpensive ride
And I was ridin in the backseat of a minivan
until the driver let me out down at the fillin stand
he said I smelled, I said oh well
Now every car that's passin sees me but they could not give a care in hell
So I went walkin down the highway for a couple days
Until a sheriff out in Waco said I could not stay
He roughed me up
He ran my name
I said I guess I'll take my chances on the chance to catch a passin train
So now I'm gone to Louisiana on an open freight
I got my cigarettes and bourbon, it'll be okay
It's all okay
Well anywhere I hang my hat I only hang it for a couple days
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Carving Creases
05:07
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How can you tell a man which way to go?
Though there's two lanes on the highway, they both run on the same road
Watch yer speed
Turn up your radio
It's a long way running when you're running out your soles
I was once a sunrise just like you
Now I ride upon my sunrise turning sunsets into moons
Your gaze is true
Fixed on the man I knew
I've been harder pressed before but I'm just runnin' down my fuse
And a man stands alone
a man stands alone in his mind
I'm no man
my face is young
But I'll carve patterns in my creases til my wrinkles start to come
What darkness in this world defines your light?
and who are you to shine it when my dark is burning bright?
I see the shadows in ever passing tide
It's the wave that makes the break but it's the break that gives it might
And a man stands alone
a man stands alone in his mind
I'm no man -- my face is young
But I'll carve patterns in my creases til my wrinkles start to come
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Hollywood, TX
05:49
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Well there's no police
in Hollywood
and all the streets
are rotting wood
well I don't believe
in accidents
but truly pleased
by happenstance
Well I don't hear
anyone
Everything is clear
Well I saw a girl
on slow parade
sleeping on
the mornin train
A fleeting glance,
a sober smile
a long hello,
a short goodbye
Well I don't want
anything
I only disappear
No dice
roll twice
stumble through the years
Well mornin' came
in San Antone
she spoke my name
in Espanol
The TV glared,
the shower moaned
she said farewell
she had to go
Well I don't care
where she's gone
until she reappears
If you see her,
tell her I'm here
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