1. |
Johnny O
04:35
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Verse:
Let me tell ya story bout a man on the run
no he wasn't hiding from whatchya thinking of
It wasn't the law wasn't even a gun
No Johnny o running from the woman he loved
No Johnny o running from the woman he loved
Now Johnny was honest as Johnny could be
Never cheated at poker shared his whiskey
always been in love with the girl down the street
Never had the nerve to make it more than a fling
Never had the nerve to make it more than a fling
CHORUS
The problem was she gave her hand
It now belonged to a mean rich man
Every now and then she'd come again
Trying to get Johnny O to share his bed
If he sticks around his heart will put him in the ground
Better take his heart to where it won't be found
Be the last man standing to do the right thing
Johnny O running from the girl with a wedding ring
VERSE II
Too many time he could've gotten away
cheatin' with the woman who couldn't stay
The money was good and her bruises went away
John couldn't afford no wedding day
John couldn't afford no wedding day
Sneaking and running and hiding a round
Was not the kind of thing you could do in this town
Try to hide a secret but it's gonna be found
And that kinda loving just ain't allowed
No that kinda loving ain't never allowed
CHORUS
The problem was she gave her hand
It now belonged to a mean rich man
Every now and then she'd come again
Trying to get Johnny O to share his bed
If he sticks around his heart will put him in the ground
Better take his heart to where it won't be found
Be the last man standing to do the right thing
Johnny O running from the girl with a wedding ring
OUTRO CHORUS
Johnny Had all that Johnny could stand
He hopped that train to a western land
the beaten rich girl came round again
found no Johnny O and an empty bed
She stuck around her hubby put her in the ground
Yeah, her beatin cheatin mean old man was promptly shot down
now the last man standing to do the right thing
Was Johnny O running from the girl with a wedding ring
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2. |
Bottle Collection
04:31
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BOTTLE COLLECTION
Words & Music by Matt Walberg ©2012
VERSE 1
Daddy ran down south where it gets a little hotter
Wanted to Live where no one tells him how he oughta
Living his life vicariously through all his boys who he never does see
But that’s a shame cause he loves em
Every time he’s kicked out his bags get even lighter
last time he looked good was when he was still a fighter
sipping his life one day at a time misery, vodka, soda and wine
Shakes em all up then throws on a lime
CHANNEL
He’s owes em all love he owes em all money
but they don’t need a hug or a dime
the drinkin makes him numb, and shakin all funny
He do this thing all the time
CHORUS
He gotta bottle collection he keeps in the corner
By stack of bills overdue
He don’t even play that music no more
So he can’t even sing the blues
He throws out advice right into your face
book smart and wise as can be
But can’t learn a lesson can’t find his place
Won’t listen to him you or me
VERSE 2
Now miss christine was nice as can be
When you first meet her she seems pristine
But you see her at a party or driving her car
Seems she hit something just a little too hard
It’s a shame cause this ain’t a free country
She taking her loved ones all for a ride
Said they’ll be right back and she drives just fine
They go speeding down a windy slope it’s a bus full fear, love, anger, and hope
But everybody’s stopped by the cop lights
CHANNEL
She’s owes em all love she stole all there money
but they don’t need a hug or a dime
The pills make her numb and acting all sketchy
looks like she’ll be doing time
CHORUS
She gotta bottle collection she hides her mother
Who worries whats a mother to do
She had a beautiful voice when she sang in choir
Now she can’t even sing the blues
Lock her on up, institutionalized
Thrown right back on the same street
But can’t learn a lesson can’t find her place
Won’t listen to her you or me
CHORUS/OUTRO
We all hide collections we all got skeletons
hanging up with the coats and the shoes
Freedom is the choice to make it better
or to hang around and sing the blues
The choice that you have is either happy or sad
As you go on about your own thing
but you might as well sing cause you can’t do a thing
About Daddy and Miss Christine
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3. |
Two Old Hippies
04:20
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VERSE I
Two old hippies sitting on the front porch
Throwing obscene political ideas back and forth
They built this house out of hay bails long ago
Got a fun little garden where green weeds like to grow
PRE
In sixty-eight was in a van driving
sixty-nine their minds were flying
seventy to eighty the dream started dying
but they’re still doing just fine
CHORUS
Peace, love, rock & roll is all they ever known
Peace, love, rock & roll is all their souls have ever known
VERSE II
Two friends reminiscing on the days past
These memories and ideas go by too damn fast
They have no need for all the bright flashing lights
No more marching for all their God given rights
PRE
The pickets changed from signs to fencing
Little more chilling instead of protesting
Still feel like the government is against them
But happy on their medicare
CHORUS
Peace, love, rock & roll is all they ever known
Peace, love, rock & roll is all their souls have ever known
Peace, love, rock & roll is all they ever known
Peace, love, rock & roll is all their souls have ever known
BRIDGE
The Summer of love was more than a season
Thou it came to an end they’re still there believing
You send out peace you get it right back
They remember when a nickel bag was actually that
The lived in a hostel, a van and a commune
Settled in a spot where it was just them two
But not for long cause love came over
They made some little hippies but now they’re older
They were the ones who stood and said no
When Monsanto and Dow crept into our homes
They want the best for our land for our kids
For your life no matter how damn different it is
And they keep on jamming to the same old song
Saw Jerry, Janice, Jimi, Marley, Stevie Ray Vaughn
Only things these old hippies know
Is how to live peace, love, & rock n roll
OUT CHORUS
Peace, love, rock & roll is all they ever known
Peace, love, rock & roll is all their souls have ever known
Peace, love, rock & roll is all they ever known
Peace, love, rock & roll is all their souls will ever need to know
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4. |
Dirt
03:18
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CHORUS
Daddy was made outa dirt
VERSE I
There's stories in the bible I like
But I aint no quoter
I agree we all came from the same
mother and father my brother
I believe if you wanna go to
worship or play the guitar
or work that dirt out in the yard
You gotta feel it child Say amen
Holy day ain't Sunday it's a feeling
CHORUS
Daddy was made outa dirt
VERSE II
Flirtin with the devil ever since I was a youngin
I can feel a compass inside that pulls in
the other direction
Angels play harps and I play guitar
Even the best have lust in there hearts
Feel it child Say amen
Holy day ain't Sunday it's a feeling
CHORUS
Daddy was made outa dirt
VERSE III
Most of the ones I believe in have shortcomings
I have seen the holiest of folks tear down
there honest buddies
We all done things that could send us to hell
You gotta cherish that dirt right under your nails
Forgiven child say amen
Holy day ain't Sunday it's a feeling
CHORUS
Daddy was made outa dirt
VERSE IV
One thing scares me more than all those stories
human beings
bringing about the hateful self fullfilled prophecies
It's one thing if God came down
Now we got bombs to bring him around
Duck down child, say amen
holy day is scary it's a killing
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5. |
No Apology
03:44
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VERSE I
Tried to meditate today
Yoga didn't feel the same
So I closed eyes to pray
Crying was the only way
Tears they came real quick
Heard you say get over it
Said that you had been quite sick
That you're tired of all this shit
CHORUS
No apology necessary
Tired of hearing the word sorry
Cause I'm not
No I'm not
Hard to be sorry when you get what ask for
VERSE II
Yesterday thought of calling you
Played some tunes I know you knew
Wish that we could talk real soon
At least you said I love you too
I could sit and think about
The way we yelled and fought out loud
Seems to be an easy out
Instead I'll reach for happy sounds
CHORUS
No apology necessary
Tired of hearing the word sorry
Cause I'm not
No I'm not
Hard to be sorry when you get what ask for
VERSE III
Tomorrow my soul will feel a new
And everyday ill think of you
Teach my kids what I went though
Show em pictures of things we used to do
Grandma ain't sure if you made it home
Her evidence leads to a place below
I don't believe in a heavenly host
That puts us down cause we just don't know
CHORUS
No apology necessary
Tired of hearing the word sorry
Cause I'm not
No I'm not
Hard to be sorry when you get what ask for
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