Spiritual desperation and chemical dependence
It?s been a long, long road
Raster?s and vectors keep switching
I?m sitting here wishing this paper will burn

Today was the first day I haven?t been thirsty
In two days and three months before
Learning to speak it, but they can?t make me believe it
I?ve a use for these words

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And I don?t like to go out on the weekend
Those Baptists got nothing on me
Send my regards to your boyfriend
You know just where you can find me

Spiritual desperation and chemical dependence

It?s been a long, long road

One day I?ll be leaving, you better believe

I?ll go running like hell through that door

Because I can?t wait to go out on the weekend

Those Baptists going to see me in church

Say your goodbyes to your boyfriend

Or he?s entering a new world of hurt

Reverend Royal, Foggy eyes of California
The sun sleeps in the ditches too lazy to burn it off
With a name like Smokey Bill Long, just lucky like Errol,
At the rodeo you spend most of your time in the dirt

Staring at the seesaw face of Cornelia Williams
Staring back at you with a look that says she?s gonna leave
Out there on the flat land, trying to lasso the dog
With your bob and weave smiling at you with your yellow teeth
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When things unravel she?ll be there with the needle
It?s plain to see why there?s two kinds of laughter in the world
I?ve heard of robbin? the cradle, never heard of robbin? the grave
Things will unravel my darlin? you can count the days

Trying to cross with the traffic light today
Fell in the gravel that?s all normal now
Dressed in Amarillo to match your red eyes
A painful contrast the owner and the wife

Chorus
Everyone knows there?s no humor in suicide
Everyone laughs when they don?t know and wish you right by
Everyone knows there?s no humor in suicide
Everyone laughs when they don?t know and pass you right by
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by Wrinkle Neck Mules
Written 2011 and used in Gieco Commercial the end of 2011
Released to public as free mp3 on 1/1/12 (sponsored by Gieco)

as Transcribed by Bill Schroeder 1/12/12 (TheMrBillShow@gamil.com)

– Verse 1

Well the roof blew off the club in Oklahoma City, fireman said, “the show can’t go on”

So we spent another night somewhere in New Mexico drinkin’ till all our money was gone

We had a day to kill so climbed up a mountain, walked straight down the other side

Picked up a hitchhiker on the way back to Taos, he said, “Thank you boys for the ride”

– Chorus – A
If I could separate what’s real, from what I’ve been dreamin’, I could live to fight another day

If I’d a listen to my mom who said, “Don’t be believin’ everything them writers say”

There’s no line at the door and only thirty people bothered to advance pay

If I could separate what’s real, from what I’ve been dreamin’, I could live to fight another day

– Bridge Solo – 1

– Verse 2

We’d packed everything and we set it all up to play three songs on a radio show

But you never can tell if anyone’s listenin’ and I guess it don’t kill us what we don’t know
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So we play ‘em just the same, and we tell ‘em our name, and where to find us on the computer screen

When we’re packin’ it up is hear Stu on the phone sayin’,”Baby I’m livin’ the dream…”

– Chorus – B

If I could separate what’s real, from what I’ve been dreamin’, I could live to fight another day

If I’d a listen to my ma ‘en she said, “Don’t be believin’ everything them writers say”

There’s no line at the door and only twenty people bothered to advance pay

If I could separate what’s real, from what I’ve been dreamin’, I could live to fight another day

– Bridge Solo – 2

– Verse 3

We got to sell ten T-shirts and twenty CDs to get from Stevenville to Houston town

Well there’s people there who care a little ‘bout me and you know they won’t let the poor boy down

It’s Five Twenty Nine Central Daylight Time when the five of us come stollin’ in

With smiles all around ‘cause in Seventy Six hour till we have to be leavin’ again

– Chorus – C (Key change – Up one full step)

If I could separate what’s real, from what I’ve been dreamin’, I could live to fight another day
If I’d a listen to my dad who said, “Don’t be believin’ everything them Dutch writers say”
There’s no line at the door and only five people bothered to advance pay
If I could separate what’s real, from what I’ve been dreamin’, I could live to fight another day
If I could separate what’s real, from what I’ve been dreamin’, I could live to fight another day

– Ends with an E to A two beat transition –

…Hope I got it right… (TheMrBillShow@gamil.com)

verse 1:

Looks like it’s time to trim the fat
They’re diggin’ a hole right through the ‘Glades
And by the time that we get through, well I’ll have no use for you
Won’t you be so proud of the mess I made

chorus:

In my sweet sweet sweet Okeechobee
Runnin’ through the shallows with cottonmouth cypress knees
Yeah my sweet sweet sweet Okeechobee’s callin’ me
With a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll be

verse 2:

One time I brought a woman friend home with me
‘fore too damn long she couldn’t stand the heat and mosquitos
She said I had to choose, bet she never thought she’d lose
But when it comes to the one I love it’s plain to see

(chorus)
(It’s my…)

verse 3:

Four wheel drive and a three gun rack
Two wide stove in a one room shack
Yeah my paint job’s startin’ to peel & there’s a crack in my windshield
But you can bet each time I leave I’ll be lookin’ back

chorus w/ changes:

To my sweet sweet sweet Okeechobee
Rollin’ blackwater and sawgrass citrus trees
Yeah my sweet sweet sweet Okeechobee’s callin’ me
With a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll be
Yeah you can find me with a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll be
Yeah you can find me with a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll beeee.

This old hound is St. Marys bound
And this old hound has still got a ways to go
Spend the first half of your just trying to run away
Spend the second half just trying to get back home

Chorus:
To the Cumberland Sound
Someday Ill cross that river and settle down
Like voices from the timber, I cant get it out of my head
Its all I hear

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Cotton aint the king no more, Kudzu is
Its swallowing up the land and choking off the life
Inch by inch it pushed me to the precipice
Gonna wade right in that water and float on down

Chorus:

This old hound is St. Marys bound
And this old hound aint nowhere near there yet
But the ground been frozen since the new year
And the cold dry air lies hard against my veins

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