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Wedding Vows
02:30
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Robert Weatherholdt and Liz Jacobi
Thanks for making me spend a bunch of money
Going to a wedding for fellows of the Navy
Took away the invite, now reimburse me
I hope you're future ex husband and wife
Live as a couple for a very short time
I'm a petty som-bitch, you messed with the wrong guy
I know I got issues, but you don't know my life
I should go to Virginia to really make a scene
Liz can be a bitch, but I can be mean
I don't mind getting drunk, spill a beer on a dress
It's your big day which makes a great event
Taking money from the broke, what else I gotta lose
A whole plane ticket just to support you
But you gotta fear me for what I never did
Now I'm doing my job writing songs like this
If you've seen Kill Bill vol.1
a man killed a bride with a 6-shot gun
She ended up living, but the damage was done
In my state of mind kind of sounds like fun
Call it payback from stealing from the poor
I'd love to stand over you bleeding on the floor
But my morals tell me not to, goddamn whore
Elizabeth Weatherholdt, I'm keeping score
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2. |
Red Vs Blue
04:14
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Climbing my way up unlimited stairs
Getting paid for everything that I do
Can't help the feeling of being a victim of circumstance
Has gotten me these blues
I know getting angry don't help this pain
Sometimes it makes me feel sane
That crazy guy who's throwing things
Getting mad at nothing
There's better ways of dealing
It just consumes you
I know the difference between these emotions
Kind of like that red versus blue
Getting so angry is just as depressing as wallowing in how you feel the blues
I ain't no preacher, I'm just a teacher
I'm just here to learn like you
A new dog in finding new ways of trying
In climbing the hill which has
Ups and its downs too
I've got them blues
I've got them blues
I've got them blues pretty bad
I've got them blues
I've got them blues
I've got them blues oh yeah
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3. |
Stupid People
03:12
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Waking up to lies as the world just seems to lose its mind
I don't care to see what you share about what's on TV
The words I chose can make you red, but you believe in CNN
Try to change my mind, I'm open while you're stuck in your own time
I have seen some stupid people
Chasing down that city's tail
Run around you idiot
Those my age are dumb ass kids
Watch the states just kill themselves
Biased teachers, go to hell
Teaching kids the wrong back then
The good is what they go against
I have not once shot a man
I'd shoot that man from Cali-land
Biting hands by hating vets
Riders on the wings of kevlar vests
Thank you hippies from the 70's
Screwed up minds and yet you breed
Making people I live with, just as good as Tide-Pod Kids
Stuck inside the online brain
Laugh at them as they are strange
They hate themselves, can't deal with pain
Don't make change, just hope and pray
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4. |
I Can Do This Job
04:36
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Holding my tongue, in the end I'm getting drunk
All the whining and crying is hard to keep me shut
Driving up the first job, simple tasks are hard enough
When a pissed off man from out of town
has a hard time finding his way around
I can do this job with both my eyes closed
I can do this job even when I'm feeling stone
I can do a thing or two, what else I gotta lose
Never been fired or jailed or fined cause I don't fail
Worked on a farm one time and a lounge while feeling high
And drove across this country to escape from the East side
Doing stuff with my bare hands, I'm a Hispanic Asian
I can turn my work to art, but the pay's too low to start
You should see my resume, impressive I must say
Better than baristas and restaurant managing chikas
I just have not planted roots now I keep on singing the blues
Some bars don't want me back cause no one likes a solo act
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5. |
Billiard Blues
03:08
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Sometimes I don't know what to do
I'm put in these positions where I end up screwed
I'm gonna blame it on some of these rules
Another Filipino just shooting some pool
You don't know half the battle cause
Half of the battle is winning that game
Efren Reyes really knows the trade
I put enough time in to know about the same
Am I playing myself or the enemy
The other half of pool is mentality
Just how crazy of a human being
Do you have to be to make a shot so clean
A gun to your head, miss a shot and you're dead
Or make the same shot, 4 rails instead
The mind can be a terrible fuse
You can tell a lot about how they shoot pool
Goddamn here it goes, I missed it again
I wanna snap this cue that's in my hand
Why do I even play this game
I hate myself cause I'm really all to blame
It don't matter how much time I spend
Once you play for money anyone can one
Luck ain't nothing cause it happens one time
This aint the type of game where things play nice
This aint the type of game where people play nice
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Lazy Bums
02:21
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Nothing worse than the sign of a bum
Sharpied in how, "Anything helps"
Well pissing in the wind is good advice
Rather than giving you part of my wealth
I got a little bit of wealth these days
Woodshop working is how I get paid
I ain't saying I got it made
It took a long time to get to this stage
Cause I'm doing something
Instead of doing nothing
I've got 20,000 things that I can do
Working hard pays off I think
I think it aint work just chilling by the street
I once saw a man in my eyes worth fame
He held a sign that said, "Hit me with your change"
Guitar Center might throw away guitars
Takes 3 chords just to make it this far
A bum with talent is a thing called busking
It don't pay much, but hey it's something
Does a bum buy food or do you do that too
You give them change, I bet they buy some booz
Prince Alibaba needs some money too
Or you can go to bars and tip to hear some tunes
Almost every bum is issued one dog
It costs too much, so I found me a log
The poor hungry animal is praying to God
Well, Cali's down the road, so just move along
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You know, things would be easier if things would work out right
Maybe I've done some bad things, sometime in my younger life
I've thrown some snowballs at cars driving down the road
And took some things when no one's looking so no one would know
I didn't know I could be so bad
The way I live might make you sad
But I try at my own pace to be the best
Man I can
Driving on the roads summons all the A-holes
But one puff of my sweet green can prevent the need to scream
The lowest paying job fired me a week before Christmas Eve
But some jobs I shoot for don't like you using THC
I didn't know I could be so bad
The way I live might make you sad
But I try at my own pace to be the best
Man I can
Say I was a criminal, I'm sure things would be much worse
I hope that's something we can both agree
I might work for less, that don't mean I don't do my best
But I know where I'm qualified to be
You mean that guy did prison time can get to where he gets paid so high
Found some light to change his life and I can't get a little high
The night before I go to work, I'm liable if held in court
Even though I can set alarms and get to work on time
I didn't know I could be so bad
The way I live might make you sad
But I try at my own pace to be the best
Man I can
You know things would be easier if things would work out right
I can do this job with a slightly altered state of mind
It's dangerous to do some things, ok, I won't do those things
I'm just glad you hired me, but on my time, let me do as I please
I didn't know I could get so bad
The way I live might make you sad
But I try at my own pace to be the best
Man I can
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8. |
Box Of Rocks
04:20
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Donny's got a DUI
Gets to work, but he can't drive
Wife loves letting kids run loose
Plays his games while drinking booze
Nathan is a sex offender
Can't get work, barely pays his renters
His dumb wife used to do cocaine
He's ex Army, she's insane
They're almost as good as a box of rocks
My old boss drove in from Phoenix
47, can't stop bitching
One bartender paints her fingers
I am thirsty, bring my pitcher
Found some love down in Miami
Two hours East of Tulsa city
Some of you too smart for college
Don't have much inside your wallets
They're almost as good as a box of rocks
Got replaced by some transvestite hybrid female
found a new life
Geo likes his house unlocked
Open borders, stuff got lost
Socialism's paying me lesser
In the Air Force, life was better
Left to be a folking singer
Now I'm just a long haired loser
We're almost as good as a box of rocks
Bums keep coming, staying for nothing
City slicker's cars be bumping
These new comics ain't too funny
How they making all this money
They told me way back in high school
You could be what you put your mind to
I can't even do construction
I smoked weed at last nights function
They're almost as good as a box of rocks
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Worked at this one job a couple months ago
Packing up guitars and sending them to the world
Moved on my own way back home
Felt like I was alone, now I'm back to Oklaho-my-god
Same spot as I was before
Maybe I need a little bit more
Found a job a full time to pay for all my pool time
At 10 bucks an hour I can barely even shower
Competed with a bigger pay, the second job said, "no way"
But the first job I got just fired me some time today
Same spot as I was before
Maybe I need a little bit more
It gives me time to think about life
So I can see a new light and try again
One more time
I got about a thousand bucks to get me through the whole month
This is why I drink cause it never gets too fun
Now I got to go again so things can make a little more sense
Here I am hitting the road so I can make a few more cents
Same spot as I was before
Maybe I need a little bit more
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10. |
Camping
02:02
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Finding some fish, drinking some beer
Listen to all of the people not here
Being alone rather than home
Feeling like I'm doing better on my own
The trees are changing, life I'm wasting
I'm laying down right on the ground
Hear no sound, but the bugs around
No more worries, but I need more stores
Can't decide what I need in life
Don't need money, but I need me some time
Try again, again and again
Soon I'll die, so there's not much time
Smoking some cigs, though I wish I didn't
Too much stress, that's why I'm camping
To get away, really see the day
Don't need drama from a baby mama
I'm just singing, too much thinking
Time is zooming, while I'm just doing
Everything just to make some money
I realize that I'm not that funny
Can't decide what I need in life
Don't need money, but I need me some time
Try again, again and again
Soon I'll die, so there's not much time
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Old Man Crunchy Colorado Springs, Colorado
Old Man Crunchy is a Folk singer, stylized in Country, Blues, and Punk roots. From Colorado Springs, he's been traveling on and off since 2010 around the United States and the UK picking up different styles in a wide range of genres. His companion, Skunk (his guitar), has quite a distinct tone, which is highly expressed in his recordings. ... more
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