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Stay At Home
04:51
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I guess I'll stay at home
I Ain't nothin' much to do
Watchin' house plants grow
Doin' my best to beat the blues
I think I like this quarantine
Good ol' COVID-19
Well I've been waitin' for the day
When the people go away
It's a new philosophy
We call social distancing
They say it's overblown
They don't like to be alone
For me it's like a dream
It's in my proclivity
Anthropophobe...Anthropophobe
Maybe I'll leave the home
Take a walk this afternoon
The liquor store is running low
And it's only day two
I've come to miss my old routine
Thank you COVID-19
Well I haven't touched my face
I wash my hands throughout the day
Every virus needs a host
But I won't be your hitching post
Well I Haven't touched my face
I really want to touch my face
I need to scratch my nose
I'm running out of TV shows
Enochlophobe...Enochlophobe
I'll never leave the home
I ain't nothin' much to do
My hair is overgrown
I'm becoming Howard Hughes
I'm having doubts, this quarantine
Might not be the best for me
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2. |
Your Average Messiah
04:23
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So Faded, outdated
I've had your back since 1982
Don't bleach me, impeach me
Trade me for credit or buy something new
I'm in danger, and I'm tired of being used
I'm not worn out elastic, I just feel a little loose
Once desired, almost expired
Does anybody really look at the date?
Maybe forgotten, but hardly rotten
Push me aside, but please don't throw me away
I'm a stranger, left over from yesterday
I just want your attention, but don't you look at me that way
I do remember, when you were tender
You answered letters, but they'd always be late
One of a dozen, son of a cousin
You found some pleasure just by making me wait
I would wager, you didn't want to anyway
Here's to natural causes, the final act of your boring play
So pedantic, I'm so romantic
Everybody must be losing their minds
Seeds take to the ground, I've seen you spread them 'round
Why bother looking when there's nothing to find?
A reminder, for anybody with half a brain
Oh don't you be so dramatic, the world's a funny place
I'm the son of a cousin, if you need someone to blame
I'm just your average messiah, I require a little more
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Best Keep Drivin'
03:59
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My heart was ripe for the pickin'
The kind you find in bargain bins
Funny how my memory serves me
When my minds been soaking in gin
I seem to recall that you loved me
Although it could have been the booze
So sweet, so innocent, and trusting
But she was probably drunk then too
The snow is falling and it's freezing
Another hundred miles or so to Buffalo
Haulin' pine since last Tuesday
Should I find her or just keep on driving home?
She's a losing scratch off ticket
Saddle sores and lovesick blues
So why did I find her so alluring?
Jesus Christ, I'll bet it's the booze
I seem to recall losing money
When she left the motel room
So sly, deceptive, oh so cunning
A rattlesnake inside my boots
The snow is falling and it's freezing
Another hundred miles or so to Buffalo
Haulin' Pine since last Tuesday
I think I'll pass that no good rest stop and go home
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4. |
On The Dole
03:49
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I’ve got a six pack, gun rack, girl is a battle axe
squalor for a living’ shack, cloudin' up my cataracts
Truck stop, pig slop, working’ at the tack shop
pull’in up the bootstraps, dancin’ on the tabletop
No fuss, scrubbing’ rust, breathing in the crop dust,
pray'in for a raindrop, suckin’ down a soda pop
Rot gut, scuttlebutt, meet up at the surplus
greasin’n up the frying pan, waitin’ for a telegram
Greetings current resident, a letter from the president
knee jerk, outta work, patriotic malcontent
Dole line, high crime, standin’ with my canine
claim’in all my double time, gonna make some moonshine
Fat stack, after tax, cover up my dirty tracks
pen pails, paper trails, needles in the hay stacks
Rollin’ up my used butts, savin’ for a tractor
longer pair of truck nuts, a better power sander
I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole
I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole
I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole
I'm on the dole
I’ve got a six pack, gun rack, girl is a battle axe
squalor for a living’ shack, cloudin' up my cataracts
Truck stop, pig slop, working’ at the tack shop
pull’in up the bootstraps, dancin’ on the tabletop
No fuss, scrubbing’ rust, breathing in the crop dust,
pray'in for a raindrop, suckin’ down a soda pop
Rot gut, scuttlebutt, meet up at the surplus
greasin’n up the frying pan, waitin’ for a telegram
Greetings current resident, a letter from the president
knee jerk, outta work, patriotic malcontent
Dole line, high crime, standin’ with my canine
claim’in all my double time, gonna make some moonshine
Fresh coat of lacquer, blue water for the crapper
Door mat, hat rack, a new mosquito zapper
Fat stack, after tax, cover up my dirty tracks
pen pails, paper trails, needles in the hay stacks
I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole
I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole
I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole, I'm on the dole
I'm on the dole
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5. |
Bitter Moon
03:57
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Drink Beer
Pick old guitar
Howl at the moon
Cuss a fallin' star
Wonderin' where you are
Drink beer
Pick old guitar
Howl at the moon
Cause I finally understand
Why you called me a foolish man
Drink beer
Till I'm half a mind
Howl at the moon
Choke back the tears
Wishin' you were here
Drink beer
Till I'm half a mind
Howl at the moon
Choke back the tears
Wishin' you were here
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Jon Bach Boston, Massachusetts
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