here's some bits and pieces that i've always loved
Just gettin' by on gettin' bys my stock in trad
Living it day to day
Pickin' up the pieces wherever they fall
Just letting it roll, letting the high times carry the low
I'm just living my life easy come, easy go
-gettin by, jerry jeff walker
I'm getting older and my hair is turning grey
I ain't been sober, in about a month of Sundays
My life is changing, God sometimes it goes so fast
All my old friends, seem more like old ghosts from the past
Chorus:
But they don't haunt me no more
When they rattle their old chains around my door
I just let 'em in, and let 'em sleep on the floor
Cause I ain't scared of anything, or anyone anymore
- haunt me no more, mike mcclure
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.
Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.
-old man, neil young
But Ill live on and Ill be strong
cause it just aint my cross to bear.
- aint my cross to bear, allman brothers
She thinks of John Travolta on the same day as me
She even likes artichoke hearts like me
She likes corn
corn on the cob
she eats cornflakes before she goes to her job
well shes an artist, shes got everything she needs
shes very modest
got a bruise on her knee
shes got a mole on her back
its hairy and black
shes got a butt like a pillow and she likes to wear black
Chorus:
well i wanna be her hero
wanna be her man
well i wanna be her lover any way i can
and i wanna be her friend and im doing all i can
cuz i love her little smiles and all the letters she sends
she sends me
Shes a dopey little girl and her names not nancy
in her own little world her names diane
She likes to play piano
Love to hear her play
She likes to talk to me
i love to hear her say
she loves me a whole freakin lot
she loves me a whole freakin lot
she loves me a whole freakin lot
oh she loves me a whole freakin lot
- she sends me, moe.
But you’re (she’s) not the first you know, and you (she) won’t be the last
There’s a long list of has-beens waiting down at the pass
And when you (she) figure it out, that I’m not white trash
They won’t let you (her) on the train that I’m on cause it’s moving too fast
- movin too fast, brandon rhyder
I’d rather sleep in a box like a bum on the street
Than a fine feather bed without your little ol’ cold feet
I’d rather be deaf, dumb, and stone blind
Than to know that your mornings will never be mine
I’d rather die young than to live without you
I’d rather go hungry than eat lonesome stew
It’s once in a lifetime and it won’t come again
It’s here and it’s gone on a magnolia wind
I’d rather not walk through the garden again
If I can’t catch your scent on a magnolia wind
If it ever comes time that it comes time to go
Sis just pack up your fiddle Sis pack up your bow
If I can’t dance with you then I won’t dance at all
I’ll just sit this one out with my back to the wall
I’d rather not hear pretty music again
If I can’t hear your fiddle on a magnolia wind
If I can’t catch your scent on a magnolia wind
- magnolia wind, guy clark
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i changed my mind; i changed my mind;now i'm feeling different
all that time, wasted
i wish i was a little more delicate
i wish my
i wish my
i wish my
i wish my
i wish my name was clementine - sarah jaffe
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