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Poor Devil
03:28
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Life was pretty sweet until my baby packed her trunk
She said, 'Darlin', it's not you, it's me'
Now I'm on the front lawn in my tighty-whities drunk
A pathetic sight for all the world to see
Don't turn your back on me
In my misery
Show a little sympathy for
A poor devil like me
I wrote my manifesto in that bar outside Modesto
You said I was a mess, though you'd seen worse
We drew a twisted bargain and you doodled in the margins
Kindness is a blessing and a curse
Don't turn your back on me
In my misery
Show a little sympathy for
A poor devil like me
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
That's a saying everybody knows
But another thing that people rarely seem to mention
If you give a damn about your fellow man
That kindness surely shows
I wrote an epic novel but the dialogue was awful
The plot was thinner than a hungry snake
The hero's motivations lacked any inspiration
And the villain's depravations all seemed fake
You sent me dirty postcards from that Kansas City stockyard
That summer you went searching for the truth
You found yourself a guru unlike anybody you knew
And now you two run a head shop in Duluth
Don't turn your back on me
In my misery
Show a little sympathy for
A poor devil like me
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
That's a saying everybody knows
But another thing that people rarely seem to mention
If you give a damn about your fellow man
That kindness surely shows
Don't turn your back on me
In my misery
Show a little sympathy for
A poor devil like me
A poor devil like me
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My Work Boots
03:18
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Sleepin' in the Doghouse
02:31
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Discovery
03:39
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Discovery does not imply that the place is new
The place is the same, it is we who have changed," I agree with Eu.
You gave us a taste of your world in every elegant paragraph
With the voices and faces poppin' off of the page like a photograph
I'm riding around my hometown with the windows down
Every person I see calls up memories from the lost and found
My kid's in the back seat, asking for stories from long ago
Through his eyes I see discovery every place I go.
I've been to Thomaston, I've been to Mohawk and through North Bath
I shook that man's hand because he told it straight and he made us laugh
He left his home when Mother Ambition said he should
But I'm still around putting out fires in the neighborhood.
I'm riding around my hometown with the windows down
Every person I see calls up memories from the lost and found
My kid's in the back seat, asking for stories from long ago
Through his eyes I see discovery every place I go.
There's a one-eye carouser with a hole in his trousers
And he's playing guitar
For a liquoured-up crowd beneath a little cloud
in the Temple Bar
I tried to get some perspective but I found that objective eluded me
Till I shaved off my beard and I went for a swim in the snot-green sea.
I'm riding around my hometown with the windows down
Every person I see calls up memories from the lost and found
My kid's in the back seat, asking for stories from long ago
Through his eyes I see discovery every place I go.
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Cut 'Em Down
03:29
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Fall From Grace
03:24
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Train to Chicago
03:05
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Bones
02:25
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lyrics
There's a new guy in the White House
It's the same old shit at mine
There's a tyrant in the kitchen
And she gives me a hard time
She's bustin' my cojones,
Tramplin' on my pride
I'm sleeping in the doghouse
It's too damned cold inside.
At three o'clock this morning
She kicked me out of bed
With my liver full of moonshine
And my pencil full of lead
She really hurt my feelings
I'm a sensitive guy!
Now I'm sleeping in the doghouse
It's too damned cold inside.
If I want to play the guitar
and carry on all night
And sleep until the afternoon,
I think I have that right.
But my wife don't see it my way
She says get off your lazy ass
Now I've packed up all my instruments
And I'm looking for a place to crash.
Maybe someday she'll convince me
To get a nine to five
Earn an honest paycheck
and bathe from time to time
But for now I'm just enjoying life
One six pack at a time
I'm sleeping in the doghouse
It's too damned cold inside.
I'm sleeping in the doghouse,
It's too damned cold inside.
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The Insolent Willies Johnstown, New York
Based in New York's Mohawk Valley, The Insolent Willies play a wild mix of acoustic roots-rock. Catch them playing soon at a festival, pub or craft brewery near you.
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