| $2 When
I’m hard up |
| A bigger better slice is what
you like |
| A couple more shots of whiskey
and I’m going down to englewood |
| a little messed up but we're
all alright |
| Ain’t lookin for nothin but a
good time |
| All I can say is that my life
is pretty plain |
| All I want to do is put a
drink in my hand |
| All I wanted was a Pepsi |
| All we are is dust in the wind |
| All who wonder are not lost,
but some are |
| And everybody hurts sometimes |
| And I have been drunk now for
over two weeks |
| And I just got a message sayin
that hell has frozen over |
| And I just want to be alive
while I'm here |
| And I'm 'a keep my pants saggy |
| And its gone daddy gone |
| And now that Saturday’s all
gone |
| And that's the way we get
by |
| And the tiny ship was
lost |
| And there will always be stop
and go and fast and slow. |
| And these ashes are all I got
left |
| And you still don't like to
leave before the end of the show |
| Answers don’t come in any one
direction |
| Are you dead or are you
sleeping |
| As we all do under its gaze,
the yellow moon on the rise |
| As we roll down this
unfamiliar road |
| Bangin ho’s and popin pills |
| Blame it on that simple twist
of fate |
| Busted down in Baton Rouge |
| But every junkie is like a
setting sun |
| But maybe just a half a drink
more |
| But the heat came 'round and
busted me for smiling on a cloudy day |
| Call me stupid call me
sad |
| Can't you see that is is just
raining? Ain't no need to go outside |
| Cause a rolling stone gathers
no moss |
| Chasin down a hoodoo there |
| Circle songs and sands of time |
| City maps and spinal taps |
| Climbing up on the mountain,
heartbeat pounding, reckless as a cyclone |
| Crunch like nuts in the mouths
of squirrels |
| Dear Abby, got a problem |
| Despite all my rage I am still
just a rat in a cage |
| Divided sky, the wind blows
high |
| Do you have the time to listen
to me whine? |
| Does this thing still work? |
| Don’t you know I’m loco |
| Easy like a Sunday
morning |
| Eight days a week |
| Even though the moment passed
me by, I still can't turn away |
| Ever wonder if it’s all for
you |
| Every time that wheel goes
around your bound to cover just a little more ground |
| Fairly easy ride my ass |
| Fighting for a lost cause |
| First awake will stoke the
coast |
| Flies in the Vaseline we are
sometimes it blows my mind |
| Friend is a four letter
word |
| Full of broken thoughts that I
cannot repair |
| Give me things that don't get
lost |
| Got a little change in my
pocket |
| Got my toes in the water and
my ass in the sand |
| Guess it’s better than nothing |
| Half my heart is in havanna |
| He had a black eye he was
proud of |
| He said you'd like to at least
make yourself happy though |
| Hello darkness my old
friend |
| Hello me, it’s me again |
| Hey wake up, your eyes wern't
open wide |
| How can you have any pudding
if you don't eat any meat |
| How many subplots you got
swimming through that mind |
| How's it go again? |
| Humidity is rising (uh
rising), barometer's getting low (oh low, girl) |
| Hung over on the dresser with
my brain leakin |
| I ain’t got no body |
| I am not who I want to be. I
probably will not ever be |
| I am so out of tune with
you |
| I attack with love, pure bug
beauty |
| I can barely see the road from
the heat comin' off of it |
| I can't swim so I dog paddle |
| I did it all for the
biscuit |
| I didn't know that the words
you said to me meant more to me than they ever could you |
| I don’t mind you coming here
and wasting all my time |
| I don’t remember you looking
any better but then again I don’t remember you |
| I don’t want to live like
this, but I don’t want to die |
| I fake it so real I am beyond
fake |
| I focus on the pain, the only
thing that's real |
| I got a bug in my
margarita |
| I got a pocket full of
quarters and I'm heading to the arcade |
| I got guns in my head and they
won't go |
| I hear that train a comin |
| I hope I've got a little more
time, I hope somebody lends me a dime |
| I hurt myself today To see if
I still feel |
| I just can't find the time to
write my mind the way I want it to read |
| I just toss that ham in the
fryin pan |
| I keep my eyes wide open all
the time |
| I kind of wanna be more than
friends |
| I like me better when I’m with
you |
| I love the dirty things you do
when I have control of you |
| I love you like a fat kid
loves cake |
| I made the bus in seconds flat |
| I might be freakin or peakin
but I rock well |
| I must inquire, Wilson. Can
you still have fun? |
| I need the crack of the whip I
need some blood in the cut |
| I smell sex and candy
here |
| I stroked the fattest dimes at
least a couple of times |
| I walk the line |
| I want to breathe in the open
wind |
| I want to love you madly |
| I was dreaming when I wrote
this so sue me if I go too fast |
| I was riding down the road one
day and someone hit a possum |
| I’d rather have a bottle in
front of me than a frontal lobotomy |
| I’m going down town in a dead
mans clothes |
| I’m just waiting on a friend |
| I’m still running against the
wind |
| I’m the ice cream man. Stop me
when I’m driving by |
| If I only had a brain |
| If the thunder don't get you
then the lightning will |
| If you can’t be with the one
you love, love the one your with |
| If you come on to me, will I
come home to you? |
| If you find yourself standing
at the end of your line |
| If you get lost, you can
always be found |
| If you go straight long enough
you will end up where you were |
| I'll confess this you're my
tragedy |
| I'm an alcoholic, middle
fingers in the air |
| I'm back in the saddle again |
| I'm down, digging through my
old muscles looking for a clue |
| I'm in deep with this girl but
she's out of her mind |
| I'm just sitting here watching
the wheels go round and round |
| I'm learning to fly, but I
ain't got wings |
| I'm not an addict (maybe
that's a lie) |
| I'm not sure who I am |
| I'm out on bail, the checks in
the mail |
| I'm still running against the
wind |
| I'm stuck in Folsom Prison |
| In the time of chimpanzees I
was a monkey |
| Inside my hope is fading |
| Islands in the stream, that is
what we are |
| Isn’t it ironic |
| It didn't feel like the wrong
time or place |
| It feels good for the first
time in a long time now |
| It never rains in Southern
California |
| It seems I found the road to
nowhere |
| It took four years, three
months, two weeks and a Sunday |
| It’s tricky |
| It's another day, another
chance to throw it all away |
| It's as simple as something
that nobody knows |
| It's getting hot in here |
| It's gonna have you begging
pretty please |
| It's hittin rock bottom smoke
'em if you got 'em |
| It's nobody's fault but my
own |
| It's not a habit, it's cool, I
feel alive |
| It's so noisy at the fair but
all your friends are there |
| It's the way you cling to the
road when the wind tries to shove you |
| I've changed my mid so much I
can't even trust it |
| I've dreamt about you every
night this week |
| I've said what I'd said and
you know what I mean but I still can't focus on anything |
| Just nod if you can hear me |
| Just turn around now you are
not welcome anymore |
| Let's ride, ride how we
ride |
| Life handed us a paycheck, we
said, "We worked harder than this!" |
| Life is too short to last long |
| Long as I remember the rain
been comin down |
| Long distance drunk |
| Looking for legs in all the
wrong places |
| Loose your face, loose your
name then get fitted for a suit of flame |
| Making the best of the worst
day kind of night |
| May the wind take your
troubles away |
| Mean old levee taught me to
weep and moan |
| My brain's the burger and my
heart's the coal |
| My get up and go must have got
up and went |
| My hell comes from inside, why
fight this |
| My thoughts were so loud, I
couldn't hear my mouth |
| New boot goofin |
| Night falls on all our
decisions. All our plans and all ambitions |
| No more tears |
| Nobody's fault but mine |
| Nothing shakin on shake down
street |
| Nothing to see here but
sparklers, fountains and snakes |
| Now what do we have here an
outlaw and his beer |
| Now you make the scene all
day, but tomorrow there'll be hell to pay |
| Occasionally glancing up
through the rain |
| Oh baby you, you got what I
need |
| On a life boat sailing home
with our drunken hearts and our tired bones |
| On my hands and knees, I will
roll, roll, roll |
| on their knees the war pigs
crawling |
| One eye on the open road |
| Open up my head and let me
out |
| Out of gas, Out of road, Out
of car I don't know how I'm going to go |
| Paint by numbers morning sky
looks so phony |
| Pirate ride |
| Please don't make any sudden
moves you don't know the half of the abuse |
| Pretty sure I saw the devil on
a porch swing as we rode into hell |
| Psycle therapy confirms that I
am not right |
| Put me in coach |
| Radar Lovins |
| Raindrops keep falling on my
head |
| Rat in a drain ditch, caught
on a limb, you know better but I know him |
| Reluctantly crouched at the
starting line |
| Riding down the road one day
someone hit a possum |
| Ripple in still water |
| Rocking Robin goes tweet tweet
tweet |
| Run me around and make me hurt
again and again |
| Run me out in the cold rain
and snow |
| Runs like a junkyard dog with
a brain of bras |
| Sad songs and waltzes aren’t
selling this year |
| Same as it ever was |
| Say hello 2 heaven |
| Secret Lovers that's what we
are, we shouldn't be together |
| Set the gearshift for the high
gear of your soul |
| She ain't no ball and
chain |
| She F-N hates me |
| She goes in and out and in and
out and in and out |
| She holds a smile like someone
would hold a crying child |
| She is fast and thorough and
sharp as a tack |
| She pulled her dinner from her
pocket |
| She smiles when the pain comes |
| She takes a swing but she
can't hit |
| She's a butcher with a
smile |
| She's got a whole lot of
reasons, she can't think of a single one that justify leaving |
| Shove me in the shallow water
before I get too deep |
| Singing in the rain |
| situation number 4, the one
who left you wanting more |
| Slip sliding away |
| Slow and low, that is the
tempo |
| Slow down everyone your moving
too fast |
| Slowride, easy, slowride,
sleazy |
| Snot rockets in flight,
afternoon delight |
| So many roads to ease my
soul |
| So where are you? It's bee a
little while |
| Some beach |
| Some day you will ache like I
ache |
| Some of them want to be abused |
| Someone do me a favor and pour
me some Jaeger |
| Someone else came out to win
her, and I came out in second place |
| Someone told me long ago,
there's a calm before the storm |
| Sometime we will find that
these are the best of times |
| Sometimes I'm angry that I
feel so angry |
| Sometimes you get lost |
| Stacking up problems that are
so unnecessary |
| Still I burn this earth and
fire |
| Stop, collaborate and
listen |
| suddenly i'm not half the man
i used to be |
| Summer Lovin it happened so
fast |
| Suns coming up I got cakes on
the griddle |
| Sunshine on my shoulders makes
me happy |
| Take me to the river |
| Take your economy car and
suitcase |
| Talking shit about a pretty
sunset |
| Tangled up in blue |
| That is the sound of the men
working on the chain gang |
| That the winds had swept me
Wilson's way |
| That’s all folks |
| That's why I say hey man nice
shot, nice shot man |
| The chocolate starfish and the
hot dog flavored water |
| The empty bottle was half
empty |
| The future is in the palm of
your hand |
| The good times are killing
me |
| The heart cracked, double down
dreamer |
| The moment ends |
| The more you chase the cat the
more it bites and scratch |
| The noose is hanging, at least
you won't die wondering |
| The rain is gonna come, oh it
surely looks like rain |
| The senoritas don't care-o
when there's no dinero |
| The sun will come out
tomorrow |
| The tires are the things on
your car that makes contact to the road |
| The truth is I just don't
stand a chance |
| The way you do the things you
do |
| The whole damn situation could
have been avoided if I only shut the window |
| There are times when you can
beckon, there are times when you must call |
| There is an emptiness in side
her |
| There might be a little dust
on the bottle |
| There's some good points, some
bad points |
| There's vomit on his sweater
already, mom's spaghetti |
| These shorts are made for
walking |
| These walls are paper thin and
everyone hears every little sound |
| They did the mash, it was a
graveyard smash |
| They paved paradise and put up
a parking lot |
| They really want you, they
really do |
| They'll stone you and then
they'll say good luck |
| They're always having a good
time down on the bayou |
| This is a long drive for
someone with nothing to think about |
| This is my message to
youhoohoo |
| Those kicks were fast as
lightning |
| Ticket to ride |
| Time to take her home her
dizzy head is conscious laden |
| To a little dive bar in
Dahlonega |
| Too much trippin' and my
soul's worn thin |
| Trying to play me like my name
is Sega |
| Two bottles of bud light and a
can full of whoop ass |
| Two hands on the wheel |
| Two lost souls swimming in a
fish bowl |
| Wash uffitze drive to firenze |
| We all have some place to go |
| We are all just prisoners
here, of our own device |
| We have cluster flies alas |
| We have to keep this traffic
flowing and except a little sin |
| We sit here stranded, though
we’re all doin’ our best to deny it |
| We’re going to party like it’s
1999 |
| We'll all float on all
right |
| We'll make great pets |
| Well take what you want from
me. You deserve it all. |
| Well we sat on the edge of the
river, the crowd screamed, "sacrifice the liver!" |
| Well, the lampshade's on fire
when the lights go out |
| Were all stars now in the dope
show |
| We're better when we're
together |
| We're high above but on the
floor |
| We're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl |
| We've all seen a man at the
liquor store beggin' for your change |
| What have I become |
| What part of yourself can you
afford to loose |
| What time is it? |
| What we have here is a failure
to communicate |
| What's my name again? |
| Wheels keep on spinning round,
spinning round and round |
| When something's going wrong,
you must whip it |
| When the bottle gets empty,
lord it sure ain't worth a damn |
| When will these ideas really
be my own? |
| When you dig my grave, can you
make it shallow so that I can feel the rain |
| When you only have a hammer
everything looks like a nail |
| When your hot your hot, when
your not your not |
| Where is my head? Where are my
bones? |
| Who cares about the clouds
when we’re together |
| Who stopped the rain |
| Wish I knew you when I was
young |
| With a horn that's honking
like a mariachi band |
| Woke up, fell out of bed |
| Won't you come and see me
queen Jane? |
| yesterday all my troubles
seemed so far away |
| Yo so I continued to a1a
Beachfront Ave |
| You cant get the chicken or
the stuffing |
| you gotta have dreams to make
it all worthwhile |
| You have to fight for your
right to party |
| You hurt her but you don't
know why |
| You know we need oxygen to
breathe |
| You only answer perhaps,
perhaps, perhaps |
| You turn the screws |
| You’re my #1 the reason I'm
still up at dawn |
| You're the reason I've run
out, Run out of metaphors |
| You've lost that lovin feeling |
| Zipping through the forest
with the curdling fleas | | | |