1. |
Walking Away
02:46
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I'm my own man and I don't give a damn
Gonna keep on walking away.
I'm my own man and I don't give a damn.
Gonna keep on walkin' away.
Now I'm heading out on the town acting like a clown
raising a fuss in all the bars.
I try to drink away all the blues that I have
The lying the cheating and the scars.
Well I been around but it still feels cold.
Sharin all my tunes and every bit of my soul.
Sittin' in the back rack you don't get sold.
I'm my own man and I don't give a damn.
Gonna keep on walkin' away.
I'm my own man and I don't give a damn.
Gonna keep on walkin' away.
Now i'm lying and a cheating and I'm dreaming and a scheming.
I been breaking all the hearts of the girls.
Going for gold but I can't get a break.
Just wanna travel around the world.
And this man on the phone asks me why I won't vote.
I tell him straight up that the Governments a joke.
He thanks me "son" and I hang up the phone.
Its enough to your taxes now leave me alone!!
I'm my own man and I don't give a damn.
Gonna keep on walkin' away.
I'm my own man and I don't give a damn.
Gonna keep on walkin' away.
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2. |
Wrong Side of the Road
02:55
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You and me babe we've grown too far apart.
You and I both been driving in the dark.
And if I saw you alone on the road.
I would follow you where ever you may go.
On the wrong side of the road.
Gonna be a long ride home.
You and me babe are living in the past.
Likje reenactors dedicated to their craft.
Look at us both feeling in content.
Like blades of grass pushing their way up thru cement.
On the wrong side of the road.
Gonna be a long ride home.
So put on your headphones,
and fall asleep before the tolls.
I wake you when your old,
keep ya from shaking in the cold.
On the wrong side of the road.
{guitar solo}
So put on your headphones,
and fall asleep before the tolls.
I wake you when your old,
keep ya from shaking in the cold.
On the wrong side of the road.
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3. |
Need to Tell Me
03:22
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I've got a secret to tell you.
I'm afraid to speak it in your ear.
Just give me a few more days.
Give my head a chance to clear.
Now its been a few more days.
And I still don't have the words to say.
So let my heart speak louder than words.
Its just your voice I want to hear.
What is it you need to tell me.
Whisper darling into my ear.
What is it you need to tell me.
Shout out loud so the world can hear.
What is it you need to tell me.
Whisper darling in my ear.
What is it you need to tell me.
I'd cry my heart out
If I'd find the words I would
shout them out loud from the mountain top
What is this thing that you do to me.
Its obvious its plain to see.
If I'm to let you inside.
I may never get out of hear alive!!
What is it you need to tell me.
Whisper darling into my ear.
What is it you need to tell me.
Shout out loud so the world can hear.
What is it you need to tell me.
Whisper darling in my ear.
What is it you need to tell me.
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Just another Sunday evening as the taps are always bleeding your favorite beer.
All of you familiar faces its so tragic that this place has chained you here
Local towny hole dweller drink yourself silly fella , I don't care.
I'm breathing in the black air , god the smoke is thick in here
and my brain is thin with wear , yes it is.
Just another Sunday evening.
Waving to the bar maid I was stolen by this cute thing starring
Big blue eyes, and a sweet sweet smile I was rendered weak to fly
Hey blonde are ya thirsty "don't you know I'll have a whiskey, and a second beer"
We sat down in the far room, talked a while , pound down a few and flip my lid yes she did.
Just another Sunday evening.
Just another Sunday
Just another Sunday evening.
A starry night a back road a borrowed truck no place to go
I look over and see she's in heat
We found ourselves a suitable shadow
And slipped into the back seat.
No need to tell you, you know haw the story goes.
Its funny what a sunday night can bring after killer rock n roll!
Just another Sunday evening.
Just another Sunday
Just another Sunday evening.
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5. |
686
02:48
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I was a normal school kid.
Stuck in the middle was I.
Of the cool and the dweebs and the jocks and the freaks.
I never did nothin',
to stress those in charge.
I just minded my own business, each and everyday.
686
I drove an old, slow car.
I wore Marshall's clothes.
Never thought that a girl like her would want me at all.
But there we were.
In that ole stairwell.
Was a hell of a story but I'll never kiss and tell.
686
"So tell me where is your room?"
"Where and when can I find you?"
She said "686 is where you can get your fix."
So later on that day.
I went looking to find her.
But to my surprise the rooms stop at 685!
685
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Old Baltimore Speedway Wilmington, Delaware
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