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3 Sheets
03:42
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There's 3 empty glasses that sit on a shelf and grow drier and drier each day you don't need a glass when you drink by yourself so just drink your troubles away there's blood in my veins that's already stained the color of whisky and beer I've never had much but I know when's enough as I drink till my troubles run clear 3 sheets to the wind and I'm traveling onward and upward I'm sure no one to slow my happiness, no one to control me no more 3 sheets to the wind and I hate that you always had to be right, my mind's not one for racing, but it's sure in a hurry tonight vodka, whisky, tequila and gin never fail to put a smile on my face when there not enough I know I'm out of luck as I drink till I find my place when I wake up and my head hits the floor long before my eyes can see I won't mind the pain, long as you still remain in the bed where we passed out at 3 3 sheets to the wind and I'm traveling onward and upward I'm sure no one to slow my happiness, no one to control me no more 3 sheets to the wind and I hate that you always had to be right, my mind's not one for racing, but it's sure in a hurry tonight
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Boxcar
04:32
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she was headed out the door, when he cursed and begged her more but she knew that his resolve was all but spent lost his job six weeks before, soon she'd be sleeping on the floor and their young love was not enough to pay the rent well the bills all came past due, he didn't know what to do so he sold all that he had and did his best with ten dollars to his name he bought some liquor for the train and headed out to put New Orleans to the test He said I guess I'll go, but your love is all I've known theres nowhere for me left in this town I'll find a way to pay these bills one day Until then I still need your love with two empty pockets and five dollars in his bag he rode from Kansas down to New Orleans and if he had his way, he'd find some work that paid as he rode that lonely boxcar hopefully They were halfway down the line he didn't realize the time when he was poked awake by who else but the bulls he'd plead with them to stay if only for another day and from the corner I could swear I heard him say He said leave me alone, this boxcar's all I know got nowhere to go and I'm getting tired said I won't beg, I won't steal and I work for all my meals but my work hear is done and I just need a ride It was five years to the day since I had watched him lose his way and I was drinking in a bar in Tennessee I looked up at the man who was singing for the band had to wipe my eyes in total disbelief Heard him singing "please, don't go, these stories might grow old but without you my songs go to waste said I roamed this world, rode trains till I got hurled but now I think I've found found my place
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