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El Paso
03:49
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El Paso
She was a mover and a shaker with a hell hot temper
And she didn’t give a damn when it came to her liquor
Bottle for bottle with the boys
You can bet your bottom dollar
That I bought her another round
I can’t quite understand how she came from that nowhere town
But could dance all night like that, I bet she’s tried every drug on the market
Except cocaine, and maybe methamphetamines
Oh, she’s the rose of the wild bunch
We were young and we were fools
Driving as fast as we could
The sky was big as we ran like hell
And my cigarettes, they were tastin good
I knew I had a hunch she was runnin from the cops but I was mystified
And when the sun came up they pulled up front lookin for a fight
But we were headed for the border oh of Mexico
We were young and we were fools
Driving as fast as we could
The sky was big as we ran like hell
And my cigarettes, they were tastin good
El Paso here we come
We were young and we were fools
Driving as fast as we could
The sky was big as we ran like hell
And my cigarettes, they were tastin good
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Cheer Me Up
05:29
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Cheer Me Up
Girl I want to get to know you well
But I feel a little under gunned to love you like he would
And I know I’m a strong man but if I throw that kinda log on my back
It might be a little more than I can carry
Might be a little more than I can handle
So as my knees buckle under me and throw me to the floor
You say stop, freeze put your hands up
Baby you cheer me up
You pick my chin up and dust me off
You shatter my pride I ain’t got nothin left
Oh baby you’re diggin deep
Hittin every nerve that’s in me
Not sparing my pride to find the man in me
Oh, you find the man in me
When I slipped there you were to catch my hand
Your grace and your composure raptured me
It’s those moments I’m week you show me how strong I can be
When you tell me to see the good Lord’s strength in me
Oh when you tell me to see the Lord’s strength in me yeah
Baby you cheer me up
You pick my chin up and dust me off
You shatter my pride I ain’t got nothin left
Oh baby you’re diggin deep
Hittin every nerve that’s in me
Not sparing my pride to find the man in me
Oh, you find the man in me
I aint got nothing left, I aint got nothing left
I aint got nothing left to hide
Baby you cheer me up
You pick my chin up and dust me off
You shatter my pride I ain’t got nothin left
Oh baby you’re diggin deep
Hittin every nerve that’s in me
Not sparing my pride to find the man in me
Oh, you find the man in me
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Before I Go To My Grave
04:40
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Before I Go to My Grave
We was loitering by the vacant lot
Drinkin coca-cola, throwin rocks
Sneaking little whiskey shots killin time
Now we’re headed to the movie house
Gotta walk all the way ‘cross this filthy ass town
Kickin cans and smokin’ down, our cheap cigarettes
Kickin cans and smokin’ down, our cheap cigarettes
But my sins are setting red, with the sun
When heavens hounds come undone
You say sons of guns ain’t got nothing on me
I’m just an honest man workin hard for his keep
Like any good American man
Like any good American man
But my sins are setting red, with the sun
When heavens hounds come undone
But my sins are setting red, with the sun
When heavens hounds come undone
Feel like life’s just like a radio station
Playin and playin the same old song
But somethin better change before I go to my grave
Lord knows something better change, before I go to my grave
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Freedom
04:40
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Freedom
I got a taste for whiskey at an early age
Then I got a taste for danger, but it was too late
The cops had grown in number and there is no way
You could get away with anything, like those good old days
I thought freedom was for freedom
I wouldn’t call myself an outlaw, I wouldn’t say that I’m that brave
I wouldn’t reckon I’m a rebel, but like hell I’ll be your slave
‘Cus I’m angry like my fathers, who screamed for liberty
Who’d be rolling in their graves now if they saw this tyranny
I thought freedom was for freedom
So what do we do now, that we’ve been thieved our dignity
Do we fight with war and temper, do we pack our bags and flee
Do we pray to the good Lord, do we trust His sovereignty
Can we trust in Jesus, is he all we really need
I thought freedom was for freedom
I thought freedom was for freedom
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With A Blue Collar, Man You Can’t Win
Just seen a gal on the silver screen
Don’t know who she was but I’m taken in
Oh jeeze it’d be nice, but I’m just a workin class man
I don’t look good in suits
My shoulders too wide I’d rather wear boots
No this top hat won’t do
Her circle I dare not to go
What’s a guy supposed to do with prestige
What’s a guy supposed to do with prestige
Seems like no one works hard unless somebody’s watchin
Man just put your hand to the plow
Then she was sittin there straight in front of me
Pearls, curls that bait me right in, man it ain’t fair
I was just sittin here having a drink
That green pattern dress, a gibson girl with finesse that suggests
She smokes, drinks and takes risks nonetheless
Her lipstick is doing its thing
What’s a guy worth if he ain’t pristine
What’s a guy worth if he ain’t pristine
Seems like every gal’s searchin for the man they can’t find
Cus’ the brave men are under their feet
Still here having a seat, my hearts pacing bloods racing you see
It’s hard to muster up the guts and the grit
And five beers ain’t really that cheap
And I have to admit, she most likely won’t give a shit
But it’d be nice to pretend for a bit
That I’m not a working class man
With a blue-collar, man you can’t win
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American Boys
04:38
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American Boys
Building mountains with steel and iron ore
We raised the Empire State as high as it could soar
We built it on our backs
Its those good old American boys that are gonna win your heart
Apple pie and sultry lines and wild, wild hearts
It’s those good old American boys
It’s those good old days
It’s those good old American boys
Ain’t gonna let you down no way
Cracker Jacks and foil packs we’re a simpler kind
Might be a shoe string catch but I could bet you won’t find no one like
You won’t find no one like
Those good old American boys that are gonna win your heart
Apple pie and sultry lines and wild, wild hearts
It’s those good old American boys
It’s those good old days
It’s those good old American boys
Ain’t gonna let you down no way
It’s those good old American boys
It’s those good old American boys
It’s those good old American boys
Ain’t gonna let you down no way
Ain’t gonna let you down no way
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Goodnight Ravenswood Oceanside, California
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Goodnight Ravenswood is a San Diego based band whose Americana sound is sweeping
through bars and clubs all across Southern California. With fun live shows and a message to stand for, this band strikes a chord with today's generation. In times that are tough, stand shoulder to shoulder, grab a beer and swing it to the tunes of Goodnight Ravenswood.
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