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Party In The Woods
01:56
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Fill a cup, pass it on
Sing another tender song
Light a joint and party in the woods
Chopping wood and stoking fires
If I had money, I might retire
Throw myself a party in the woods
But there's music to make and bills to pay
And a woman at home who don't like waiting
Liquor's gone, drugs are low
Shadow's summoning the cold
Jesse's cooking up something good
Tomorrow we'll play a show
For some people we don't know
And talk about the party in the woods
We got tunes and adapter plugs
A million stars and a little bud
But oh, it might not be your kind of life
Seeing the world with your friends
Still I hope you all find the time
To go out and party in the woods
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2. |
Drunken Road
03:27
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I may have travelled too far down the drunken road
Sometimes I don't know the things I've done
I get carried away, or so I'm told
Trying to have some fun before I die
But after drinking until 5
It's hard to feel alive
That's why some folks avoid the drunken road
Met a lot of strangers, became friends
Even though some I had to meet again
You can always find a party on drunken road
Nice to remember you're not alone
And with your buddies at your side
It's hard to think why
Some folks never take the drunken road
Sometimes I feel like my life is in shambles
I'm scrambling to find out what to do
But I can't blame the bottle
Any more than a killer can blame his gun
I don't know why
But for the time being
It looks like I'll be taking the drunken road
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State I'm In
03:31
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California living
Wasting a day
Writing lyrics
I'll probably throw away
Oh, what a state I'm in
Baby's gone
I got the place to myself
Play some music
From the speakers on the bookshelf
Oh, what a state I'm in
Don't worry about me baby
Don't worry about me
Don't worry about me baby
Don't worry about me
It's just a state I'm in
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4. |
One Million Tomorrows
03:06
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I've gotta quit drinking every night
I've gotta quit sleeping in till noon
I've gotta quit my love for tobacco
Guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow
I've gotta quit avoiding my neighbors
I've gotta quit fighting with my friends
I've gotta quit being spiteful and shallow
Guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow
One million tomorrows
Lord, tell me it's better up ahead
And I know today is yesterday's tomorrow
But I don't know how many I have left
I've gotta quit doing all that cocaine
I've gotta quit watching all that porn
I've gotta quit giving money to casinos
Guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow
I've gotta start paying my taxes
I've gotta start going to the gym
I've gotta start eating more than just cereal
Guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow
One million tomorrows
Lord, tell me it's better up ahead
And I know today is yesterday's tomorrow
But I don't know how many I have left
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Good John
02:21
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Well, it's raining
And I'm alone
Put a lock on my phone
Seen enough smiling ghosts
To last until morning
And John Prine just died
At Pacific twilight
Meanwhile his poor wife
Has a new hole in her heart
Well, thank you, good John
For the life and the songs
Though your soul's wandered on
I'll be hearing from you
All this time spent inside
The house and my mind
Shoes off and untied
Letting the mailbox fill up
Well, the loss of some men
Isn't a dimming until dark
It's an echoing spark of love
That never quite ends
So, thank you, good John
For the life and the songs
Though your soul's wandered on
I'll be hearing from you
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