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HAPPY AT HOME
02:56
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HAPPY AT HOME
Some days I like better than other days
I even like my Mondays
As long as Im with you
We go out to dinner and picture show
We drink beer and it’s home sweet home
That’s where I’d rather be
We wake up and do it over again
We do it over and over again
Week to week baby I don’t mind
Watching some real bad TV
Who killed so and so?
I’d rather be wrapped up with you baby
Than to be out on my own
I got no plans, Im happy at home
Home fires, burning like wild fires
Im rolling like a flat tire
Slow as I can be
Whoa now, babe you got to slow down
I can’t stop it cuz I don’t know how
Before you know we gotta go
CHORUS
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99 PERCENTILE BLUES
02:51
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99 PERCENTILE BLUES
Im going nuclear , Im going nuclear
Im gonna nuke this great big world
Ive got a red button, a beautiful button
Shiny as an ocean pearl
Circle the wagons I love a braggin’
About all this whole wide world in my hands
Ive got a wingman who don’t like global warming
Its just the latest fashionable trend
This land is my land not your land
And your land is my land too…
From NYC to the KGB
All the way down to El Paso
Don’t forget China, ain’t nothing finer
Than to grab em by the pussy willow
I like jalapeños, hot jalapenos
Hotter than the Taliban
But what the heck do I know I look like a cheeto
Orange as a Tennessee fan
Mi casa Su casa
Your house will be my house soon…
I like burritos, big burritos
Made by little Mexican hands
Courtesy of dreamers, big dreamers
Dreaming of a promise land
Read all about it, the border's overcrowded
They’re crawling out from everywhere
No one has a clue of the shit that I just made up
and I’m still a millionaire
No news is bad news its good news
If not then it's all fake news…
I got a comb over, want you “comb on over”
To my house on Pennsylvania street
Its a White House not a black house
Where all the crazy people meet
One percent of nothing is better than the oven
Depends on your point of view
You say tomato I say tomato
Fredo I know it was you
Don’t get me started, Im cold hearted
To your 99 percentile blues…
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GOOBERTOWN (RERUN)
02:58
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FAXON WIZARD
03:31
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FAXON WIZARD
No one knows you girl better than I know you
We’ve been in motion since our debut
Over and over like pages we all turn
Turn on each other until we crash and burn
Crash and burned on your front porch
I’ve been here all night long
Don’t leave me hanging
Out here on my own…
Last Sunday evening is when I almost drown
In a sea of mass confusion with no one else around
You were my lifeline but now I’m just not sure
The string to my poor heart severed by your door
Close the door on me softly
Don’t slam with all your might
I told you I’m sorry
Can we make this right…
I should’ve known, I should’ve known better
Being high is no excuse
Here I am out in this weather
Strung out on these blues….
When this whole thing blows over can I make one request
Will you leave the light on so I see your address
Ill send you a letter postmark from Arkansas
To tell you I’m alright and Ill no longer call
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SUPERSTAR HILLBILLY NOVA
04:34
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SUPERSTAR HILLBILLY NOVA
Orion was gazing throught the window
Looking for a new pair of shoes
He could fill with some glitter and gold
Tired of feeling so frustrated
And being just a pawn in game
It was more than his belly could hold
So one day he gave up his old life
Playing for a legion of fans without a face
Singing "That's Alright"
Superstar hillbilly now he had a dream
But the dream was over
What more could a poor boy do
He was through
HIghways a million miles of nothing
He was stuck inside of a place
In his head he could never let go
Cuz his mama took him to a home
In Montgomery, AL red dirt and clay
She left that baby crying knowing
She wont be back that day
It was bad, it was sad
It was everything blues could be
Poor little Jimmy
Superstar hillbilly nova he had charm
Like a four leaf clover
What more could a poor boy do?
He would lose
This here's the story of the late great Mr. Jimmy Ellis
he also went by the name Orion
He look just like Elvis, he sang like Elvis,
Hell some folks thought he was Elvis
Back from the dead, reincarnated reborn and dead again
He spent most of his life living in a shadow behind a mask
Poor Jimmy didn't stand a chance, all he ever wanted
Was to be his own man
He couldn't help the voice God gave him
and in the end he couldn't help himself at all...
Jimmy moved back to the country
Opened up a shop on the side of the road
Cashing checks for a fee
Then one day in walked a desparate man
said "Gimme all your money every last God damn dollar bill
If you don't do what I tell ya man you're gonna get yourself killed
I need silver and gold, I need everything you got to give"
Then he shot poor Jimmy!
Superstar hillbilly nova he had a dream
But the dream was over
What more could a poor boy do
He was through
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Mark Edgar Stuart Memphis, Tennessee
Stuart's stories are sweet but never saccharine, even-keeled but deeply affecting. His songs are at once sad, nostalgic, knowing, funny, even cheerful--equal parts Roger Miller and Eudora Welty. He's lovable and literary, smart yet plain-spoken, heartening, funny, and always memorable. He sounds new and familiar, fresh yet timeless. His songs sound like your favorite stories, retold by a friend. ... more
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