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| TROUBLE - S. Achord/T. Downing | HOUSE BUILT ON LOVE - S. Achord/T. Downing |
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I got trouble just trying to be a man I got trouble filled up in both hands I got trouble got a load on my mind I sure need some sun to shine The older I get The worse I feel The more money I make The smaller my meals I’ve cut the fat and tightened my belt I just can’t win with these cards that I’m dealt I got trouble just trying to be a man I got trouble just trying to be a man I got trouble just trying to be a man |
It’s the end of the day
and it’s time to go I get on the freeway with my Juliet on my mind I could go downtown, I could hang with my friends, play all those old games I never could win but I will pull the drive turn off the key the door will come open and she’ll smile at me I get my strength
from a house built on love There’s a light where she sleeps I get my strength
from a house built on love A firm foundation for me to stand on When I walk through these halls |
| MAW MAW PAW PAW - S. Achord | PIROGUE - S. Williford/S. Achord |
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Love my Maw Maw,
Love my Paw Paw I love Gaston he is my dog when I am gone my heart stays home at home with Maw Maw and Paw P aw and Gaston My Paw Paw he say to roam go and see what you gonna see My Maw Maw she say grandson Gaston stay here while your gone Love my Maw Maw,
Love my Paw Paw When I am gone my heart stays home Love my Maw Maw,
Love my Paw Paw |
I'm gonna find my pirogue find my pirogue find my pirogue I hid it in the evergreens Gonna find my pirogue put a hole in the bottle go out on the bayou fish among the cypress knees Shrimps in the spillway oysters in the reef fish is in the bucket more than I can eat If I find my pirogue put a hole in the bottle go out on the bayou and fish among the cypress knees
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| PLACE WE FELL IN LOVE - D. Brunnetti/K. Waites/S. Achord | BEST THING - S. Achord/T. Downing |
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Me and my wife, we got a good
life We got a piece of that American dream Manicured lawn a cement pond and a country club routine But I’m tired of wine, I want a beer I want to shoot out the chandelier how in the hell did we get here this ain’t what it’s all about I want fireflies with a neon glow I want to dance to the A.M. radio I want to kiss and hug on the old front porch of the place we fell in love It’s a shack on the edge of the old hometown The roof might leak when the rain comes down The floor might creak when we walk around but it’s the place we fell in love I’m still darlin, and she’s still dear I want to do all the things that we love to do
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You change the clothes you wear You want to look just right For that giddy little giggly girl cracklin like a fire inside
When she holds you tight |
| WIGGIN' - S. Achord/S. Williford/M. Schaferkotter/J. Stassi | STAR SPANGLED LADY - S. Williford/J. Hunter |
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Man, I'm wiggin' from my head
down to my toes, I'm wiggin with folks I don't even know yes I'm wiggin' I'm 'bout to lose my mind Well, I'm wiggin' I'm wiggin, I'm wiggin' 'bout to lose my mind I was walking my dog just the other day, they said, "zip up your pants boy," and they took me away 'cause I was wiggin, about to lose my mind I was wiggin' I was wiggin' I was wiggin' 'bout to lose my mind I don't need no starch in my coats today, all my jackets are naturally straight 'cause I'm wiggin' I'm 'bout to lose my mind Well, I'm wiggin' I'm wiggin, I'm wiggin' 'bout to lose my mind I was blowing my harmonica just the other day, when I found myself in jail with Roguie Ray I said Roguie, I was just trying to show her how to play, I said blow it, suck it, either way I was wiggin' 'bout to lose my mind Well, I'm wiggin' I'm wiggin, I'm wiggin' 'bout to lose my mind I was wiggin' when hauled me in strapped me to a bed then the doctor came in he put his hand on my chest said "hey man, just relax" I'm feeling much better now
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Come on my dear; you know I
can't bear to leave ya here Do me one favor this time; and come on walk outside He was our only child, like his dad he grew up wild Military man moving from place to place; give him his space 'Cause our Billy he ain't gonna call It's been twenty years this fall you know war is hell; I hurt I ache to get you well You were my Star-Spangled Lady Black eyed beauty smiles proud to see Gave your men to your country maybe Strength for free - Bill and me We used to talk and laugh (my memories of our other half) Uniform ends our Viet Nam war with steel-eyed knock at the door I'm back from the store; out of smokes gotcha some more It's been a long lonely life; still I'm proud you're my wife But our Billy, he ain't gonna call It's been twenty-five years this fall you know war is hell I hurt I ache to get you well 'Cause you were my Star-Spangled Lady Dark-eyed beauty shines bright to see Gave your men to your country maybe Strength for free; Bill and me You sit and stare out the window; conversations you don't start Curls of smoke round your head, years of tears in your heart But our Billy, he ain't gonna call It's been thirty years this fall you know war is hell I hurt I ache to get you well |
| DE CON - J. Hunter/S. Williford | JUST LIKE HER DOG - S. Williford/J. Hunter |
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I had a fine fine house I was
comfortable on the top floor Lived in a fine fine house you know I liked livin' on the top floor Till the neighbors moved downstairs, they put a black flag on the door They fired a bunch of cans of D-Con, blowin' up their room Fired a bunch of cans of D-Con, blowin' up their room hey, but when the bomb went off, I didn't even hear a boom I been D-Con poisoned (D-Con poisoned) I been D-Con poisoned (D-Con poisoned) I been D-Con poisoned, ain't nothin' I can do I been D-Con poisoned, help me out before I'm through I got the burnin' in my eyes, I got the burnin' in my throat somebody help me out now, I'm about to choke aww, D-Con Poison!!! I got the twitchin' in my leg, I got the twitchin in my lip now I'm crawlin' 'round the floor I have a tremblin' fit aww, D-Con Poisoned (D-Con Poisoned) I been D-Con Poisoned (D-Con Poisoned) I been D-Con poisoned, ain't a damn thing I can do Spoken verse: aw, this stuff is bad, run me outta my house can't breath, can't sleep, might be raid, might be black flag might be - Bengal Roach Spray! might be an explosion over at the chemical plant, I don't know Do not be alarmed the gray chunks of asbestos debris in your yard are harmless the cleaning crue safety suits are merely precautionary DO NOT BE ALARMED but I know one thing... I been D-Con poisoned (D-Con poisoned) I been D-Con poisoned (D-Con poisoned) I been D-Con poisoned, ain't a damn thing I can do I been D-Con poisoned, call a lawyer and I'll sue |
You know I gotta lady, I come
every time she call always want to love her even when she do me wrong all her girlfriends tell her to keep that man is a sin he's not your kind of person, he can hardly count to ten I like my baby to run her fingers thru my hair I'm happy, excited just to be knowing she cares you say I'm like her dog always by her side "well I love him 'cause he's just like my dog y'all he comes every time that I call y'all well I love him cause he's just like my dog and he's mine and he's fine" I'll fetch your slippers baby; come over by your side and sit right here beside you like you're the greatest girl alive give me food and loving, you know it keeps me home my doggie style it gets you, and I sure can dig a bone I like my baby to run her fingers thru my hair I'm happy, excited just to be knowing she cares you say I'm like her dog always by her side "well I love him 'cause he's just like my dog y'all he comes every time that I call y'all well I love him cause he's just like my dog and he's mine and he's fine" (SPOKEN) "now sit baby, roll over get off my leg, oh no not on the carpet! don't scratch yourself there you drinking outta the toilet again? where you goin' now? not on the neighbors' lawn! come back in this house! I'll give you a milk bone |
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