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Allow Me to Show You Out
02:39
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Cost of Admission
04:14
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I've lived a hard life on purpose
It's given my life a purpose
Had me some hard times on purpose
I've had some hard, hard times
Speak my mind, flip the bird
If I could muster up the nerve
Take a bow, terrible crowd
They never dug me anyhow
I can't find the rhyme or the rhythm to play
The cost of admission is falling these days
And I'm falling, too. Into my old ways
Bag of bread, thorny crown
Get me out of this corny town
Quite the night, squirrely moon
I suppose we should close with a Hurley tune
I can't find the rhyme or the rhythm to play
The cost of admission is falling these days
And I'm falling, too. Into my old ways
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3. |
I Call Running
03:37
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Bumming cigarettes from strangers at the bar
Sipping whiskey, thinking ‘bout where you are
Are you ever gonna find whatever the fuck you’re looking for
And show up horny, kicking in the door, baby?
I call running what you call rambling around
You might wear all the hair right off the ground
Then we’ll all squat on what we got
And order up a round
Making silhouettes by neon signs at night
She was my baby and I treated her right
Right in the arms of another kind of punk from another kind of scene
And I call her any time I’m feeling like dying
I call running what you call rambling around
You might wear all the hair right off the ground
Then we’ll all squat on what we got
And order up a round
Bumming cigarettes from strangers at the bar
Sipping whiskey, thinking ‘bout where you are
Are you ever gonna find whatever the fuck you’re looking for
And show up horny, kicking in the door, baby?
I call running what you call rambling around
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4. |
Rotten Tones
02:28
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5. |
Bone Digger
04:35
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Locomotive running right on beat
I'm gonna hit the tracks and get off the street
I've gotta go
A five dollar dog in a ten cent frame
Fell behind when I hopped the train
Got me a pistol then threw it away
Once upon a time there was some gunplay
I oughta know
Got me a pistol as long as your teeth and scarier than hell
Got me a woman on Miami Beach and she got the pills
You spend your time digging up bones
I spend mine getting stoned
I feel a tension walking a mile in calico shoes
I've got the blues. It gives me credentials to play 'em for you
Paint my face, disguise my race and color my whiskers
Locomotive running right on beat
I'm gonna hit the tracks and get off the street
Five dollar dog in a ten cent frame
Fell behind when I hopped the train
Got me a pistol as long as your teeth and scarier than hell, boy
Got me a woman on Miami Beach addicted to pills, boy
Got me a pistol then threw it away
You spend your time digging up bones
I spend mine getting stoned
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6. |
The Bottom Howls
04:07
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7. |
Andy's Band Song
04:45
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8. |
Sober Thinking
03:38
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11. |
Keeping Stoned
04:06
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Prison Wine Orlando, Florida
"'Drowning Amanda Lynne' is 11 new tracks of country-fried rock that’s got easygoing vibes and a sturdy stomp. The soulful
grooves and hot guitar licks give both a smooth ride and a solid kick, like a good bourbon.."
-Bao Le-Huu, Orlando Weekly
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