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Hayes Carll
Hayes Carll


Background information
Birth name Joshua Hayes Carll
Born January 9, 1976
Origin The Woodlands, Texas, United States
Genre(s) Country
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Lost Highway Records
Website Website



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Hayes Carll Album


KMAG YOYO (& other American stories) (02/15/2011)
02/15/2011
1.
Stomp And Holler
2.
Hard Out Here
3.
Chances Are
4.
Grand Parade
5.
6.
Another Like You
7.
The Letter
8.
Bye Bye Baby
9.
The Lovin' Cup
10.
Bottle In My Hand
11.
Grateful For Christmas
12.
Hide Me
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Stomp And Holler

[No lyrics]

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Hard Out Here

[No lyrics]

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Chances Are

[No lyrics]

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Grand Parade

[No lyrics]

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Oh, Daddy joined the air force
Said it was a good source
Danger-lovin' money
But it only let a ???

Sent me up to Abaline
Working at a Dairy Queen
Put me in the army
On the day that I was 17

I am standing
In the desert with a gun
Thought of going AWOL
But I'm too afraid to run

Got myself a new plan
Stealing from the Taliban
Make a little money
Turning poppies into heroin

Sargeant didn't like it
So they put me in the hole
Said it's easy shooting
When they dont know where to go

Threw me on a lilly pad
Sent me home to nowhere
Knew I'd be in trouble
But I didn't think it'd be this bad

(Solo)

Aw, stranger wearing all black
Met me on the tarmac
Told him I was sorry
But I ain't ever going back

He said, "You Ain't in trouble, Son.
Learn to fight without a gun.
You've got a new assignment-
You're working for the pentagon."

Gonna Take Trip
Wouldn't Tell Me What It's for
Gotta serve your country
Gonna help us win the war

Ain't No TP (?)
Night and day, the test of me
Ain't what I was thinking
But I'm being all that I can be

I ain't no genius
But I knew it wasn't right
Eating uppers in the morning
LSD at night

Sent me up in deep space
Help them with the arms race
Boy-Oh-Me-Oh-Mighty
But this stuff has got a funny taste

(Solo)

I think I hear the countdown
Hundred feet above the ground
Told me when I'm leaving
But I'm nothing about coming down

I'm sitting on a bad dream
Thousand pounds of gasoline
Ain't leaving nothing
But some rubble in my slip stream

I always said
I should be aiming for the moon
Never would have guessed
That I'd be passing by it soon

How the hell'd I get here?
Blasting through the atmosphere
Drop the rocket boosters
And I'm shifting into high gear

Poley (?) on the system
And a bottle on my knee
Armstrong ain't got
Nothing on me

Hey, Yo, Here We Go
KMAG YOYO
Someone Wanna Get Me?
Gotta come up where the sun don't go

(Solo)

I think I see a bright light
Something about it ain't right
Laid down in a spaceship
Woke up in a firefight

Tripping on the morphene
Came down in a bad scene
God, don't let me die here
I ain't even nineteen

I won't ever ask anyone
For anything again
Swear it on the Bible,
Torah or Quran

Lying in a rhino track
Bound to have a heart attack
IED got to me
Someone call the medivac

I need some fixing
For the way it hasn't been
Never gonna go up
Try to shoot a gun again

Slipping out the back door
Gonna join the peace corps
Tell me I'm hero
Now someone else can fight this war

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Another Like You

[No lyrics]

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The Letter

[No lyrics]

. . .

Bye Bye Baby

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Lovin' Cup

[No lyrics]

. . .

Bottle In My Hand

[No lyrics]

. . .

Grateful For Christmas

[No lyrics]

. . .

Hide Me

[No lyrics]

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