Cross Canadian Ragweed Album

Hometown in my rearview,
This truck ain't got enough gas.
It ain't got enough gas to get me fast,
Far away from you.

I paid my dues in other towns:
Here, I just blow a fuse.
An' nothin' I can do that's gonna change you,
I won't change my tune.

Anywhere but here,
Anywhere but here.
Rob a little money from the cashier
To get me anywhere but here

I spent a little time in Nashville,
In the back of a limousine.
They kissed my ass and they shook my hand:
Turned their back on me.

I gotta book of matches,
And a bottle of kerosene.
Toss 'em a Molotov cocktail,
Well, maybe that'll change their scene.

Anywhere but here,
Anywhere but here.
Gather round friends, lend me your ears.
Anywhere but here

Instrumental break.

Gonna get me a rocket ship,
Aim it towards that sun.
Throw me in and strap me down,
5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1.

Anywhere but here,
Anywhere but here.
Shoot me through the atmosphere,
Anywhere but here.

Anywhere but here,
Anywhere but here.
Blow me through the ionosphere,
Anywhere but here

Sirens wail and a flashing light:
Nothin' better to do on a Tuesday night,
But give me hell.
Where you headed, what are you out for?
Don't see much of you 'round here anymore.
I guess it's just as well.
Once upon a time you had it all:
You let everybody down.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Runnin' from your folks, runnin' from the law.
Runnin' from love; runnin' from your fears; runnin' from it all.
You keep on runnin' boy, you'll run yourself in the ground.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Her porch swing still looks the same,
She probably won't even remember my name.
Just like she didn't back then.
Is she married, is she doin' fine?
Does she know about all the nights I laid awake cryin',
Just to know her hand?
The door opens and I run away,
Just like the same old clown.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Runnin' from your folks, runnin' from the law.
Runnin' from love; runnin' from your fears; runnin' from it all.
You keep on runnin' boy, you'll run yourself in the ground.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Instrumental break.

Well, nobody's gonna miss me.
No tears will fall; no-one's gonna weep,
When I hit that road.
My boots are broken, my brain is sore,
From keeping up with their little world:
I got a heavy load.
Gonna leave 'em all just like before,
I'm big city bound.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Runnin' from your folks, runnin' from the law.
Runnin' from love; runnin' from your fear; runnin' from it all.
You keep on runnin' boy, you'll run yourself in the ground.
You're always seventeen,
Yeah, you're always seventeen:
You're always seventeen in your hometown

Well, I gotta friend that lives south of town.
Loves to sit and burn one down.
Spin some vinyl on his stereo.
Every now and then he speaks of war:
One tour of duty on a foreign shore.
Fightin' for his way home.
Yeah. fightin' for his way home.

Returnin' home to his native land,
Left New York for Texas man.
Quieter times were in his cards.
He met a girl, she met a man:
Dropped to his knees and he took her hand:
A simple life ain't that hard.
No, a simple life ain't all that hard.

A new generation on the ground.
Nothin' in the world could bring him down,
Flyin' like he had wings.
Several years came and went,
Not one of them was poorly spent,
A good man's life he was chiselin'.
Yeah, a good man's life he was chiselin'.

Reflecting on the Viet-Cong,
Uncle John's Band and a Dylan song,
Smellin' like it's supper time.
You know, it brought a tear to his eye,
The day that Jerry Garcia died.
He said he was the genius of his time.
Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Mine.

Don't try to find it, make the time,
A couple of joints and a bottle of wine.
You'll be glad that you did.
With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round,
Kick your feet back and be astound,
By the life of the Brooklyn kid.

Da da da dad da da.
Da da da dad da da

I gotta mind to go back to that drawin' board
Maybe we should start it all over again
When you were you and I was me
And we weren't both bored
Or pack it up
And call it off as friends

Look at you
High on your pedestal
Getting' off on looking down on me
Our situation's gone from bad to critical
And I think it's time one of us started movin' our feet

Chorus:
I don't need you criticizing me
I don't need you walkin' all over me
I don't need you always tellin' me what to do
And I don't need you

Neither one of us is better than the other
You got that thought rollin' through your brain
You hate me - sometimes I see double
Now the other side of me can't be contained

(Repeat Chorus)

The truth be known
I could smoke you where you're standin'
But what kind of good would be done then
Rip off my gloves and do it bare handed
But then again, I'd feel better in the end

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Chorus)

Yeah, she always had me, guess she always will.
One day she betrayed me, now I'm rottin' in this cell.
Countin' down the days with this chalk and stone.
Wishin' that that woman wouldn't went and done me wrong.

Had a face just like an angel, a soul just like a beast.
She pulled me in and loved me; she tore me piece by piece.
Yeah, she had it comin', well, I bet you'd do the same.
Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain.

Instrumental break.

Had an eye for things a shinin', my pockets were not deep.
She went out a prowlin', lookin' for some fresher meat.
Thought she was clever, I pulled up in the rear.
I pulled out my Old Timer, I cut that boy from ear to ear.

Yeah, she begged me not to do it, said her runnin' days are through.
I said: "I forgive you," as the bullet casings flew.
Satisfaction, it locomotived through my brain.
Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain.

Instrumental break.

If I had the chance, I'd do it all again.
'Cause a woman can be evil, twice as much as any man.
Lookin' back, well, I'd do it all the same.
Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain.
Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain

Ain't it true what they say,
Every dog has his day?
I never had mine:
I guess it was time.
Send me on down the line,
One piece at a time.

She got her way.
I bet it made her day.
Through me off to the side.
Took me out for a ride.
Kicked me down to the curb.
Now for all that it's worth,
I'm lookin' to find,
One that's broken like mine.

Broken like mine,
For some piece of mind,
I'll be happy when I find,
A love less unkind,
Broken like mine.

Instrumental break.

I wish I was in her shoes,
With nothin' left to lose.
Carry myself down,
To the lonely side of town.
Tell her just how I feel.
I need something now that's real.
Don't you tell me love is blind;
A heart ain't got that kind of time,
Unless it's broken like mine.

Broken like mine,
For some piece of mind,
I'll be happy when I find,
A love less unkind,
Broken like mine.

Broken like mine,
For some piece of mind,
I'll be happy when I find,
A love less unkind,
Broken like mine.

Instrumental fade off

She's got that certain thing about her.
Sometimes it drives me to my knee.
Sometimes it makes it hard to love her.
But I always come around and see.

Hey lady, I'm nothin' without you.
Hey baby, you're nothin' without me.
We got it constantly.

One look from her eyes gets me thinkin'.
What the hell could I have done this time?
But it's love that I mistake for anger.
The woman drives me out of my mind.

Hey lady, I'm nothin' without you.
Hey baby, you're nothin' without me.
We got it constantly.

Instrumental break.

I can't wrap my mind around her leavin'.
Well, if she did they'd surely find me gone.
Tons of heartache upon piles of grieving:
Not a chance in hell I could carry on.

Hey lady, I'm nothin' without you.
Hey baby, you're nothin' without me.
We got it constantly.

She's got that certain thing about her

I go downtown
Lay by the railroad tracks
I'm gonna go downtown
Lay down by the railroad tracks
You see I don't want nothin'
Since my baby, she ain't comin' back

My lady she's gone
Took all my reason to live
My baby she gone
Took all my reason to live
Since she don't want me
I got nothin' left to give

Chorus:
She won't see me
Won't pick up the telephone
I wonder if she knows
She's the reason that I'll be gone

Lay in my bed
Stare at the ceiling for a while
I'm gonna lay in my bed
Stare at the ceiling for a while
My baby gonna miss me
My lady gonna miss me when I die

(Repeat Chorus)

Got my pills
Got my bottle of gin
I'm gonna swallow my pills
Swallow my bottle of gin
When I close my eyes
I won't see the sun again

(Repeat Chorus)

Get me a gun
Go back into my room
I'm gonna get me a gun
One with a barrel or two
You know I'm better off dead than
Singing these suicide blues

Gettin' tired of looking over my shoulder.
Tired of walkin' around alone.
Gettin' used to myself gettin' older,
But not accustomed to getting' spit on.
I've been takin' too much lately,
And myself not takin' my share.
So watch out steppin' stone walkin' over me,
People, well, I've had it up to here.
I've had it up to here.

Spent my whole life lookin' back,
Not lookin' ahead to see.
Trying to keep my feet on track,
Doin' what was expected of me.
Kick my shoes off so they can't trace me.
Leave no forwarding address.
Before they all drive me crazy,
And I leave 'em all in a bloody mess.

Well, I gotta ride;
Fly high.
Everybody gonna eat my dust.
I gotta move so I don't rust.
Got me a one way ticket to the other side,
And I gotta ride.

Instrumental break.

Well, maybe folks will think I'm dead.
Maybe even change my name.
Maybe they'll forget about me,
Forget that I even came.
I'll come back one day, just watch me.
Back when I think I deserve.
You know, they're all gonna drive me,
Yeah, they're gonna drive me to a ball of nerves.

An' I gotta ride;
Fly high.
Everybody gonna eat my dust.
I gotta move so I don't rust.
Got me a one way ticket to the other side,
An' I gotta ride.
Fly high.
Everybody gonna eat my dust.
I gotta move so I don't rust.
Got me a one way ticket to the other side,
An' I gotta ride

I was a wise man, I lived my life,
As if tomorrow wasn't there.
I loved my people; I walked the line.
An' now I'm flyin' through the air.

On a cloud, on a cloud.
On a cloud, lookin' down.

Tell my brothers that I love 'em.
Tell my sisters that I'm free.
An' tell my children, oh how I miss 'em,
But Heaven's waitin' there for me.

On a cloud, on a cloud.
On a cloud, lookin' down.

Instrumental Break.

And I'm flying like a bird.
It's everything that you heard.
Keep your eyes up in the sky:
You might see me sailing by.

Farewell fine people, we'll meet again.
In a better time and place
A look toward the Heaven when I cross your mind.
You just might see my face.
On a cloud,
On a cloud.
On a cloud,
Lookin' down

One day Jesus, He's gonna come back,
And say: "Enough of this, you're getting' way off track.
"All the stealin', cheatin', lyin', all the little babies cryin'.
"Well, I'll tell you I can't take anymore.

"'Cause I died for your sins so long ago.
"It seems you forget with every day that rolls.
"I'm gonna stop it all right now,
"Before it gets way out of control."

Everybody gonna stand in line,
When it comes to the judgement time.
Pick the side of the fence that you're on,
When He comes to carry you home.

Now if you wanna kill and die for your God,
That's your prerogative, but I'll tell you that you're wrong.
I think God, He's an understanding man,
But I don't think that's part of his plan.

'Cause he wants us all to live in harmony;
Take care of one another when we need.
So if you want to rant and rave, murder and corrupt,
Stay away from the ones that I love.

An' everybody gonna stand in line,
When it comes to the judgement time.
Pick the side of the fence that you're on,
When He comes to carry you home.

Instrumental break.

I'm not pointin' fingers, don't get me wrong,
'Cause I drink and smoke and cuss and I carry on
Well, this is my opinion, that's all that it is,
To let you know that my devotion is His.

Well, I'll admit that I'm not a Saint:
I know what I can - I know what I can't do.
I can't judge your right from your wrong,
You are you and I am my own.

I don't read the Bible everyday.
I can't understand most of it anyway.
But I know where I'll go,
When my number is shown.

An' everybody gonna stand in line,
When it comes to the judgement time.
Pick the side of the fence that you're on,
When He comes to carry you home.

Carry you home.
Carry you home.
Carry you home

You are a morning glory
Like sunlight on my face
You always bring me comfort
Returning me to grace

I am a broken soldier
My spirit's strong, but tired
My heart has turned to steel now
It's been forged by the fire

Chorus:
Freedom
Freedom
I will lead them
To Freedom

I unsheathe my sword in Freedom
And for that I stand tall
I will die if is needed
But not until the last man falls

And they won't let me get rest
As my sword sinks in their chest
I see two more right behind
I know ten more's by their side
As I watch twelve more of them die

(Repeat Chorus)

Freedom
Freedom
I shall redeem them
In the name of Freedom