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Pat Green Album


Carry On (02/13/2001)
02/13/2001
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(Pat Green)

Momma cried when you left me,
Know she's always loved you so,
She said hey fool what the hell did you do
I said now mom I swear to God I just don't know,
Picture book sittin on the table,
Memories were stacked up through the years,
But tonight their ain't no pictures on them pages,
Cuz your kinda gone
And you're never coming back home again

Chorus
And tonight all the dancehalls are empty
No lovers on the floor
So I'll sit here with my whiskey
Drink it till I just can't drink no more

And I don't know why you had to leave me,
All I really know is that you are gone, long gone,
And everywhere I go I just feel lonely,
You're the only life I've ever known,
And I guess you heard the highway calling,
Because you packed up your things and headed for the coast,
I had to fight the urge to follow,
I guess some time away from me is all you've ever really needed most

Chorus

And tonight you know this whole damn town is empty
And I don't think I can take it anymore
So I'll sit here with my whiskey
Drink it till I just can't drink no more

A Late night phone call from the East Coast,
Said she had enough, She's coming on back home,
Guess she went out and got crazy for awhile,
If she leaves right now,
Maybe she'll make Memphis by the dawn

Chorus

And tonight you know this whole damn house is empty
Tomorrow will be like it was before
So I'll put away my whiskey
Guess I just don't need it anymore
Yeah I'll put away my whiskey
Guess I just don't need it anymore

. . .


(Pat Green)

Baby's just a little bit tired of the city,
Billboards and bullshit got her down,
Seem like you need a little hill country,
A little back roads driving, little bit of the old top down,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me,
Ok, alright, just might get a little high tonight,
Ok, alright, carry on,

Ol' Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville,
You know his eyes have seen the miles,
Walt why don't you jump in Jim T's caddy,
Come down to Texas and drink with me awhile,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Will go down to El Arroyo
Have some tacos and beer yeah and let ourselves go
Ok, alright
Just might try to get a ride tonight
I'm okay, I'm alright, carry on

Life will make sure that you got your troubles,
Life will make sure that you work too hard,
Ain't nobody that don't get tired,
Watching troubles pile up big in your own backyard,
Sometimes you've got to grab your world with your own two hands,
Set it spinning off on a course all your own,
Take yourself a big bag for your shoulder,
Find yourself some good times, bring them on back home,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Lay your whole life upon a shelf,
Got no one to blame but your own damn self,
Ok, alright, heaven only know what gonna happen tonight,
Ok, alright, I'm ok, I'm alright,
I'm ok, I'm alright,
I'm ok, I'm alright,
Oh carry on, yeah

. . .


(Walt Wilkins)

When the sun hits it right on its way down
It was the prettiest thing in our little town.
Every hour I'd sneak a glance over at the plastic frame
And cracked glass that holds the picture
Of Ruby's two sad daughters.
Last mill closed when I was nine
And Daddy left and Momma cried again,
I spent my nights cleaning Ruby's floors,
Just another café on a wind swept highway
The farmers bitched, we're no good at football anymore.

In this land that knows no laughter
In this land that holds no water,
We were all in love with
Ruby's two sad daughters.

One went way out west,
One went way wrong,
One left at seventeen
And the other couldn't wait that long.
Neither went anywhere with me,
Not to the games or the Dairy Queen.
Both split with the first boy who lied sweet
And looked vaguely mean.

In this land that knows no laughter
In this land that hold no water
We were all in love with
Ruby's two sad daughters

Why so pretty and forlorn
Why so permanently blue
I guess ours wasn't much of a kingdom to rule.
Now when the sun hits it right on its way down,
It's still the prettiest thing in our little town.

Every hour I sneak a glance over at the plastic frame
And I fix the glass that holds the picture
Of Ruby's two sad daughters.
Why did hope leave town
With Ruby's two sad daughters?

. . .


(Pat Green)

I got a sister out in Charlotte
I love her cause she's crazy in her head
I got a brother he's a pilot
Sometimes I pray I'll just see him again
My father told me once he said son
Only a fool stays out at night
Well it's 4 a.m. and I'm out here on the boulevard
I got no money but you know I'm doin' alright

Chorus
Yeah, you gotta know
There ain't nothin' bout money
That's ever gonna save your soul.
And the dreams of the young
Have never been nothing
But the last request of the old.
Heaven is a fiddle on a late night radio.
You can't find redemption,
Brother if ya got no soul.
You Gotta Know.

Her name was Amy, she was a friend of mine
Wanted to be a rich man's wife
She fell in love with cars and expensive wine
She must have forgot what it means to live her life

Chorus

Weathered hands on a steel guitar
He plays every evening till they turn them bar lights down
You know he's tired of them dammed old cigarettes
Now he's saving up his money so he can move on out of town

Chorus (2X)

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(David Wilcox)

I don't look all that ragged for all the time it's been
But I'm weakened underneath me where my frame has rusted thin
And this here state inspection I just barely passed
Won't you drive me cross the country boy this year could be my last

Chorus
I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
I'm for sale on the side of the road going nowhere
Rusty old American dream

I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958
Spent two days on the show room, that's all I had to wait
I've been good to all who've owned me so have no fear
Come on boy put your money down and get me out of here

Chorus

This car needs a young man to own him
One who will polish the chrome
I will give you the rest of my lifetime
But don't let me die here alone
Just jump me some juice to my battery
Give that old started a spin
Hear me whir, sputter backfire through the carburetor
And roar into life once again

Chorus

I'm a tail-fin road locomotive
From the days of cheap gasoline
I'm for sale on the side of the road going nowhere
Rust old American dream

Still running
Rusty old American dream

. . .


(Pat Green)

Saw you early this morning sleeping all dressed in white,
For a moment I thought you were an angel
Come to take me home alive.
You woke up and you caught me staring
Smiled and said hey cut it out
You said that I must be crazy,
I said crazy about you
And I kissed your mouth

Chorus
If I am truly crazy
Don't you know I like my life that way
And if I'm really going on out of my mind
Won't you hop on board and make your getaway

Took a walk on down the seashore
Saw a beggar picking up some cans
Saw a little boy who had some salt in his eyes
Reaching out for his mamma's hands
Then I watched a stranger give that man a dollar
Watched a mamma wipe tears from her little boy's eyes
Then I stared up into the heavens
Said oh my God I'm glad to be alive,
So glad to be alive.

Chorus

Wake up in the morning
We turn all the lights on
Turn em' out at night so that we can hide,
Sometimes I sleep with all the lights on,
It helps me to appreciate the night,
I hear people talk about life all the time
All they remember are times so sad,
Don't you thing that life would be awfully boring,
If the good time were all that we had.

Chorus

Hop on board, make your getaway

. . .


(Pat Green)

When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger
Out on the front porch we would ride, we would ride,
Little red cowboy boots, Little red cowboy hat
And a pistol that shoots straight as an eagle flies,
Mamma would come out say it's time to come in,
I ain't going nowhere mamma and don't ask me again,
I was just an outlaw riding on the trail
Knocking over stagecoaches
And riding on the rails.

Chorus
I'm gone to Gallywinter
Place where all the cowboys ride
Place where all the outlaws ride
Away from the men who want to kill them for what they've done
I'm gone to Gallywinter.

I'm gone to Gallywinter
Sister would come out and say
"Where you going anyway?"
I'm going to Gallywinter and there ain't no girls allowed,
I guess things are different now,
Times have changed.
A girl is nice to have with you while you're riding on the range,
She can cook your breakfast
And talk to you at night
You can argue about things you never thought you'd argue about
In your whole life,
Twenty five years older and Ranger ain't here no more,
Been replaced by a 1958 model T-bird Ford.
Baby said where you want to go,
I said I don't know, maybe Mexico
Anywhere that tequila flows is alright with me.

Chorus

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(Pat Green)

When the rain falls on Washington Avenue,
We would close our eyes and hold our breath,
That's when I met you, so many years ago,
Yes, I fell in love, and I ain't forgot yet

Chorus
You make the time go by
Just like it never happened
And I can feel your love down in my soul
So take my heart and take my life if you want to
Because without you I don't need them at all

And so good night ,
Dream of me while you're sleeping,
Yes and kiss me when,
You leaving with the dawn

Chorus

And yes we'll dance
Dance our way through our lives
And we'll remember all the rain On Washington Avenue

. . .


(Pat Green)

Let your hair down, wear something pretty,
Don't you know, you make us both look good.
Call your momma tell her you're going out tonight,
It's going to be late,
Yeah we might not make it back at all.

Chorus
So take me out to a dancehall
Slap my foot down to the rhythm
Tell 'em to play them old songs that we all love
And you tell me that you want me
And I tell you that I want you too
And I kiss your face,
Whenever you want me to.

Some people say, don't waste your time away,
With late night living lovers rendezvous,
Take my hand
Come on take a chance
Close your eyes,
Yea the rest is gonna come to you.

Chorus

I said forget about tomorrow,
I don't care if it comes at all
And if we get a little crazy,
Blame it on the alcohol.

Chorus

And you tell me that you want me
And I tell you that I want you too
And I kiss your face,
Whenever you want me to.

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(Pat Green)

Now it's cold outside ,
Feel the wind start to blow ,
All the leaves that have changed now,
Are falling to the ground,
You know I love this place, it puts a smile on my face ,
When winter comes to town,

Wake up early for breakfast ,
Yeah, but early for me is noon,
I wait forever, the whole year round
You know I love this place, it puts a smile on my face ,
When winter comes to town

Now even time takes it easy,
As I'm walking down the street,
Hear them frozen puddles crackling beneath my feet,
As I'm walking, hear the sound,
You know I love this place,
When winter come to town,

Baby take your clothes out the attic,
Put on this fuzzy little sweater I found,
You know I love this place,
You put a smile on my face,
When winter comes to town.

. . .


(Pat Green)

Cigarettes and a lighter,
Lonely woman swinging door,
Broken pieces of a broken love affair,
I guess we've seen all that before ,
Tonight she stares to the darkness,
Welcomes it back home again,
She'll cry every night till the day that she dies,
If she don't find out how to let love in

Chorus
I need somebody to save me,
I need to learn how to fly,
A walk on the clouds with the angels,
And laugh when the devil cries ,
I've got to take my chances,
Spend my nights in wild romances,
And hold on to what
Is holdin' on to me,

Now doesn't this all seem familiar,
You said I took the words from your mouth,
Maybe if we sit here and talk for awhile,
We just might work it all out,
The hardest thing about leaving
Is knowing when a friend is a friend,
A couple more drinks and I'll be on my way,
Sleeping and down, safe in your arms again

Chorus

. . .


(Pat Green)

I took me a river boat from Memphis and I rode to New Orleans.
Met up with a little cayenne mamma.
She said she'd like to be my Delta queen,
She said there's one thing I forgot to tell you,
Yeah there's one thing you should know.
She said my mamma was a voodoo princess
And my heart beats black like coal,

Well she made up some black magic gumbo and some voodoo etoufe'
She said once you taste my cookin boy
It's gonna steal your heart away,
She said there's one more thing I forgot to tell you
Yeah there's one thing that you should know,
She said once you taste my baby's cookin',
It's gonna turn your heart black like coal.

Now she took me on a little walk down the bayou,
On a lovers rendezvous.
She said take my hand little Cajun man
Gonna do the thing lovers do,
Now there's one thing I forgot to tell you,
Yeah there's one thing you should know,
She said ohh-oooh-oooh-oh ohhh mmmm-mmmm-mm-mm-mmmm,

Now this ain't hardly no story,
Yeah it's barely even worth the tell,
But you ramble around in a delta town,
You're sure to lose yourself,
And there's one thing I forgot to tell you,
Yeah there's one thing I forgot to tell you.
I said now don't you go messin' with no voodoo mamma,
She'll take you straight to hell.

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