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Cross Canadian Ragweed Album


Garage (10/04/2005)
10/04/2005
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Well it's late, and you know I've been up drinkin,
Talkin to myself up and down the hall.
Ain't it great, another fabulous disaster.
Well I can't wait, for the next hammer fall.

You may have won this battle baby,
But it don't mean I won't win the war.
And you, you don't even know what it is that you're fightin for.

Well it's early, I know you've been up waitin,
Waitin for me to finally call.
Talkin dirty, it ain't what you really wanted,
To slam another phone up against the wall.

You may have won this battle baby,
But it don't mean I won't win the war.
And you, you don't even know what it is that you're fightin for.

Well think about me when you're out there honey,
You know sometimes that I will.
Sometimes I feel like a broken stone rollin down your hill.

You may have won this battle baby,
But it don't mean I won't win the war.
And you, you don't even know what it is that you're fightin for.


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When you think you're doing good
It all comes tumbling down
When you think you'e beat it all
It crashes to the ground
When you gonna come around
Maybe someday

Someday's never coming
If you wanna know the truth
Everybody else, they're gonna lie to you
I see you runnin'
With your back against the wall
Waitin' for your call
Hey, but after all, maybe someday

You say you're sorry
With teardrops in your eyes
It's only black or white
And never compromise
And never someday
And never someday

Judgement is the one thing
You could do without
Remember back to yesterday
When you knew without a doubt
It was gonna work out
Maybe someday

It wasn't that long ago
But those were different times
Back then it was under control
Now it's always on your mind
I think now's the time
And not someday


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Dimebag Darrell, God bless that man
Ripped from us by the Devil's hand
Only thing in his plan
Was love and rock 'n roll
Cowboy from Hell on a twisted trail
Swept away where the wild winds wail
Sad truth is you can never tell when it's your time to go

Bad news travels faster
Than any good news that you hear
Just one more dark disaster
Makes you wonder why we're here

Where were you in '94
When they found him down there on the floor
Guess he couldn't take no more
A needle and a gun
Where did you sleep last night
With the angels locked up tight
Love was his only light
Did she have another one

Bad news travels faster
Than any good news that you hear
Just one more dark disaster
Makes you wonder why we're here


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I'd build a ladder to the moon
There I'd carve your name
If it would brighten up this room
But you know that anyway
I can't be the rock
Not today
Sometimes i wanna pop
Sometimes i wanna say

I'd like to breakdown, but I can't find the time
You're all lookin' to me
To keep it in line
I hope i can keep it in line

Sometimes i slow it down
To hear what I haven't heard
And when the darkness rolls around
I scream out the words
His picture's on my wall
He looks about my age
I wonder if he ever broke at all
I wonder if he ever had to say

I'd like to breakdown, but I can't find the time
They're all lookin' to me
To keep it in line
And I'm gonna keep it in line

It's gonna work itself out
It always does
At the last drop of doubt
Just like it never was

repeat 2nd chorus

Just like every single time


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I use to get stoned on my sisters record collection
Gold and platinum on vinyl was the closest thing to perfection
Rock & roll, acoustic guitar
Not even comfortable with who you are
I'd blow the roof if I had a fast car

I changed my mind in my best friends El Camino
He blew my drums that summer night in El Reno
Turning up the STP, turning down the LSD
On a bottle of booze and the best of his cousins weed

What if I was the one that you warned me about
You were the one that needs to come around
We got together and we worked it out
No one would shut us down.
If it all dried up and blew away
With a handful of checks on a rainy day
Would you turn around or would you stay
Would it matter anyway

What if I decided to take the nation
I'd break the knob just so I could feel the frustration
Yeah, turn it up til you hit top speed
Yeah, its all that I'll ever need
When you bear your heart
You better be prepared to bleed

{Repeat Chours}


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I'll proclaim you to the father
If you proclaim me to the people
My father said, "Church, it's in your heart, son"
You don't always need a steeple
A preacher's truths aren't alway shown
If you follow a heart, make sure it's your own
One man's lifted up to Heaven
One man's cast into Hell
the first man's beliefs are the second man's prison
the second man's beliefs are the first man's jail
To be or not to be
Born to decide what will set you free

When it's said and done
Sit back and watch the show
When it all goes down
There ain't nobody knows

I got something on my mind
That I can't ignore
I gotta tell you the truth
The devil comes rappin at my back door
Sometimes I don't know what to do
I see the light and it starts to fade
It blinds my eyes as I turn away

The offer's on the table
The pen's in my hand
The devil thinks she's got a deal
Temptation road may be paved in gold
But the gravel one is better my friend


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Atlantic City I was busted
And the wind was bitter cold
Well, I never quite adjusted
Never do, so, I suppose
The odds were in my favor
Going home a millionaire
Got all the gold in California
She's with me everywhere

(Chorus)
When the last rock crumbles
And the sun sinks in the sea
The last chain is broken
And everyone is free
When all is said and done
And all is used to be
When it's final curtain call
No one's left at all
It'll still be you and me

So much snow I can't remember
What it's like to see the ground
It all started in November
and now March is rollin' 'round
Let it all fall down
Let it freeze me to the bone
I'm gonna let it all ride
I got nothing left to hide
Nothing left unshown

(Chorus)
(Instrumental)
(Chorus)

When it's final curtain call
No one's left at all
There'll still be you and me


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Could you try to keep it down I was up kinda late last night
Yeah, I'm feeling like I usually feel after I feel alright
I don't wanna hear another word about morning
I can't take the light
Could you try to keep it down I was up kinda late last night

there's something inside this world that's gone so wrong
There's a gap between the rich and the poor a million miles long
I dig the fact that you and your friends, you wanna stand up and make it right
Could you try to keep it down I was up kinda late last night

I was down at the bar like the fool I am
Dancin on the table to Son of Slam
I met a whole lotta people I still don't know
I just rolled in an hour ago
Could you try to keep it down
Try to keep it down
Try to keep it down I was up kinda late last night

I don't wanna hear about your Lollapaloza tour
Man, I just woke up and where I am I couldn't say for sure
I ain't the kinda guy to come and break all of you records
but then again i might
Could you try to keep it down I was up kinda late last night

Could you try to keep it down
try to keep it down
try to keep it down I was up kinda late last night


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Well I miss you baby
I gotta get back home to you
Well I miss you baby
I gotta get back home to you
Ive seen a million women
Only one of them will do

Well Im east of somewhere
You know what I mean
Well Im west of nowhere
And all points in between

Up or down
North or south
Right or wrong
Im inside out
Gotta get back

I know youre cryin
Cryin for your man
Baby, Im tryin
Tryin hard to understand

Another turn, the rubber burns
No one else is my concern
I gotta get back

Well I miss you baby
I gotta get back home to you
Well I miss you baby
I gotta get back home to you
Ive seen a million women
Only one of them will do


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Same old story
Same old town
Same old me
Same old hangin' around
Same old people
And the same old cars
Same old lines
And the same old bars

If I were you, I'd turn around and run
Cause you ain't done everything that they want done
Doesn't matter what you do to survive
There's always something that will eat you alive

I've been down
To the basement floor
And I've been down, but I took one more
I've been down past the point of doubt
I've been down
I've been down and out

If I were you, I'd turn around and run
Cause you ain't done everything that they want done
Doesn't matter what you do to survive
There's always something that will eat you
alive

There's always people
Who'll put a smile on your face
There's always people
Make you feel out of place
There's always people
Make you feel right at home
There's always people
No matter where you roam

If I were you, I'd turn around and run
Cause you ain't done everything that they
want done
Doesn't matter what you do to survive
There's always something that will eat you alive


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VERSE 1:
A long haired man came to my door
Wearing roman sandles, carrying a golden sword
Said come with me, and I'll take you higher.
We soared out of the atmosphere
On his magic carpet that he let me steer
He said take the ring, son, and I'll let you fly her.
We escalated through a thick of clouds
And our only thought was not coming down
Towards the amber glow I started to feel the fire.
It was a unicorn with a neon arm
Wearing a belted saddle that was slightly worn
And I pulled my mystic rug right up beside her.
I sat down on a floatin stool
She knealt her head and produced a jewel
I smiled and asked, If I could ride her.
CHORUS:
And I saw the lighthouse keeper.
His hollow eyes that pierced my soul
He said that I'm just a desperate seeker
Searching for what I did not know.
VERSE 2:
I was peggin since I was flying free
A careless loss of a purple sea
When I came upon a lonesome fortune teller.
She gazed into a crystal ball
And I saw that giant gavel fall
And she asked if I could be her pallbearer.
I heard that gypsy prophesize
Of the tearing flesh and the mothers' cry
And the crimson flow of blood that would run forever.
We stood before the Kings and Queens
And a hooded man with a guillotine
And prepared to meet the eternal tax collector.
Then a dying man with an aristocrat
On his balcony with a welcome mat
And he laughed and drank all the wine from his cellar.
REPEAT CHORUS, GUITAR SOLO 'TIL END OF SONG


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I used to be crazy, yeah, they called me a fool
Guess I wasnt myself back when I wanted you
Now youre comin round again, that same old look in your eye
yea Id have to be crazy to fall again

Im gonna break these chains around my broken heart
You could have had it once, but you tore it all apart
Im gonna throw your lyin eyes over my left shoulder
Im not gonna let you wear your crown
This time around

I cant stay any longer
I gotta be on my way
Ive heard a thousand times
Everything that you gotta say

Show myself to the door
Ill turn out your light
Get back in my car
Youll be alone again tonight

Im gonna break these chains around my broken heart
You could have had it once, but you tore it all apart
Im gonna throw your lyin eyes over my left shoulder
Im not gonna let you wear your crown
This time around

Never thought Id be so cold
What did you expect me to do
I cant put it all on hold
I learned it all from you

Im gonna break these chains around my broken heart
You could have had it once, but you tore it all apart
Im gonna throw your lyin eyes over my left shoulder
Im not gonna let you wear your crown
This time around

Not this time around


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I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side, and it's a-made out of rattlesnake hide
Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's a-made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me baby, and tell me who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Around the town I use a rattlesnake whip, take it easy baby don't you give me no lip
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

I've got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, I'm just twenty-two and I don't mind dying
Who do you love?
Yeah, who do you love?
Oh, who do you love?

Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand,
who do you love?"
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a house wagon flew
Hit a bump and somebody screamed, you should've heard what I'd seen
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Yeah, who do you love?
Oh, who do you love?

Yeah, I've got a tombstone hand in a graveyard mind, just twenty-two baby I don't mind dying
Snake skin shoes baby put them on your feet, got the goodtime music and the Bo Diddley beat
Yeah, who do you love?
Woah, who do you love?

I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side, and it's made out of rattlesnake hide
Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me child, tell me who do you love?
Yeah, who do you love?
Woah, who do you love?

Who do you love?
Woah, who?


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Smokin' cigarettes got a hold of me
Long about the summer of 1993
Rushin' in just like a fool
Used to be my golden rule
Long before I graduated school
But the one that got to me
Knocked me damn near off my feet
Came up like a southern breeze
Knocked me to my knees

(Chorus)
My only bad habit comes with lovin' you
But I don't think about you as much as you want me to
And if it gives me cancer, and if it gives me shakes
It's one of my habits, baby, I ain't gonna break
No surgeon general's gonna tell me what to do
My only bad habit, baby, comes with lovin' you

I had bout with Mary Jane
She damn near drove me insane
To the point that she had to hit the road
Wild Turkey slightly chilled
Cocaine and prescription pills
Soon enough that starts gettin' old
The promise that I make to you
Is you won't ever not feel new
You're the one that gets to me
Drop me to my knees

Repeat Chorus

And if it gives me cancer
If it gives me shakes
It's one of my habits, baby, that I ain't gonna break
No surgeon general's gonna tell me what to do
My only bad habit, baby, comes with lovin' you
My only bad habit, baby, comes with lovin' you


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