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Shooter Jennings Album


Electric Rodeo (04/04/2006)
04/04/2006
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It's been 16 months since I've been back home
I make a lot of money I don't know where it goes
All I know is the guitar and the bottle
My daddy was a loaded gun
He said: it ain't no fun livin' on the run, son
But everywhere I go trouble seems to follow
So I ride
And I pick my songs at night at the next big show
My friends they come and they go
And love moves a little too slow
When you're riding with an Electric Rodeo
Now I can't complain I do alright
Singin' my songs in a different town every night
Lookin' for a woman to keep me warm tonight
From California to the dirt of New York
From Dallas, Texas to the streets of Baltimore
Wishin' I was home with a little girl of my own
And I ride


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Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain
it takes me to a station on the long black train
I wanna hear the wind blow, and feel the earth move below me
despite of all the good times, I gotta rest my soul

So I'm gone, yes I'm gone
gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong

Yes I'm gone, yes I'm gone
gone to Carolina, where I know I have a home

Every time I think I see your face in a crowd
it's like a bell inside of me, and it's ringin' out loud
I've been so high for so long, there's nothing tried nor true
I'm thinking bout coming down, to lay a little on you

And I'm gone, yes I'm gone
gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong

Yes I'm gone, yes I'm gone
gone to Carolina, where I know I have a home

Take me home

[solo]

Yes I'm gone, yes I'm gone
gone to Carolina, where I know that I belong

Yes I'm gone, yes I'm gone
gone to Carolina, where I know I have a home

Yea, come on


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Verse 1:
Well the songs I make, they ain't for livin'
And the things I take, they ain't for givin'
I'd gladly trade all my big city livin'
For some rowdy women and a honky tonk tonight

Well my mistakes give me my reputation
But them old sad songs were my education
And when I drift back home, I start to missin'
Some rowdy women, to pacify my mind

Chrorus:
Cause i have been high, I have been low
I've lost my mind, and I stole the show
I'd gladly trade all my big city livin'
For some rowdy women and a honky tonk tonight

Verse 2:
I nearly had one wife, she took to leavin'
Because of all my lies, she stopped believin'
and now I'm nine miles high, let me be forgivin'
For givin' some rowdy women, a little piece of my mind

Chorus:
Cause i have been high, I have been low
I've lost my mind, and I stole the show
I'd gladly trade all my big city livin'
For some rowdy women
For some rowdy women and a honky tonk tonight




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With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar
In the back of some bus on the road
I'm living the high life with nothing to show
But a love that's letting me go
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train
The singer's in key the guitars in tune
But the song is still slipping away
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning inside


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VERSE 1:
It's a long long road of livin
I wouldn't wanna be sendin
The wrong idea that I'm gettin soft.
I just keep on gettin lost
I dont care too much
If I ever find my way back home.
The railways are too rusty
The roads are just too dusty
I sit and watch the day die all alone.
It's just me and the sun
But pretty soon he's gone
When he goes away, I'll go get stoned.

CHORUS:
I drank all last night
Til the crack of dawn
I was pickin to my favorite country songs.
Singing, It won't be long
Til I'm dead and gone
I woke up this morning
To the hair of the dog.

VERSE 2:
I remember sweet young fame
Or maybe it was a dream
She was beggin me to come home when I could.
This whole life protests me
It's a curse and a blessing
A glimpse of where
My daddy stood

REPEAT CHORUS


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I got a problem seems I could use your advice
Of all the things I need the most and went and got myself a brand new vice
The first time that I did it I did it till the mornin' sun came
And now those little white lines, little white lines gonna sizzle up my brain
I woke up this mornin' didn't recognize my own face
I was lookin' thin and pale, boys, with little lines all over the place
Sometimes I wake up with my woman sometimes another man's girl
And all those little white lines, little white lines gonna set fire to my whole world

Chorus

Little white lines on the highway
Ill pick you up if you're goin' my way and you wanna roll
All those little white lines pullin' me down the highway
Its a dusty, bumpy road if you're goin my way

Got myself in a little mess got busted down around Abilene
I was goin' way to fast boys feelin' lonesome, on'ry and mean
That judge said: Shave your face boy I'm kickin' you down the line
Now those little white lines, little white lines got me doin 20 years of hard time

Oh no! Take me back to the way it was now boy!

Shooter talks

Chorus

Little white lines on the highway
Ill pick you up if you're goin' my way and you wanna roll
All those little white lines pullin' me down the highway
Its a dusty, bumpy road if you're goin my way

Yes Sir
Oh yes Sir
Yes Sir
No I haven't been drinking tonight
Oh my wife's license I think I left them in my other pants
These pills are for my back... I have a bad back.
You want me to what? I aint getting out of this car
You want me to take what? What if I refuse
Ah Man you want me to shave my what?
Oh Hell not this again
Hey man these cuffs are a little too tight.
BUSTED AGAIN?


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A long time ago in a swamp far, far away...
Where Louisiana meets Texas and the snakes fall off the tree
The critters are gettin' restless, gettin' greedy and mean
The frogs all hate the toads, crocks all hate the gators
Ain't nobody gettin' along, they ain't teams, man, they just players
(Oh no) They all hatin'
They don't know
They all gonna get it!
(Oh no) They all hatin'
They all green, they don't see
They all gonna get it!
Trees fell in the river, cuttin' off the water to the swamp
But the critters didn't feel the tremor, chasin' tails around the stump
Birds flyin' by could spot it from the sky but only one froggy knew
That a gator with them big ol' teeth could chew down trees like a piece of meat
But the frog stood on up and used a little froggy voice
Y'all don't see we gotta get it together, right now we gotta make a choice!
Before the frog got his next word out all anybody saw was a gator mouth
Swallowin' the froggy whole, while the toads and the crocks all cheered about
(Oh no) They all hatin'
Swamps dryin' out, they don't know
They all gonna get it!
(Oh no) They all hatin'
They don't see
They all gonna get it!


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If I get to drunk tonight, Jesus gonna drive me home
If I get to drunk tonight, Jesus gonna drive me home
If I get to drunk tonight, Jesus gonna drive me home
Drive me home, drive me home, drive me home
If I get locked up tonight, Jesus gonna go my bail
If I get locked up tonight, Jesus gonna go my bail
If I get locked up tonight, Jesus gonna go my bail
Go my bail, go my bail, go my bail
When I go through hell tonight, Jesus gonna ride shotgun
When I'm closin' on a state line, Jesus gonna ride shotgun
Caught my woman with another guy so I had to shoot her with a shotgun
Jesus, come and get me my good Lord


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Now darling, I know we've had our problems lately and you've left me after all these years and I know I probably could've treated you better along the line I've seen my mistakes like that time that I took you to Waffle House and you made me mad and I made you walk home in the rain but you never got my sense of humor anyway no you never laughed at my jokes

I never meant to hurt you
I never understood the hillbilly things I do
If our love don't work now darling maybe later
You can't see the tears behind my aviators

And oh I know I probably should've come home more often on those long lonely winter nights but you know out of all those women I was always your number one And I'm sorry about that time I got drunk and hit on your mom and slashed your daddy's tires but I figured they had it coming and I'm sorry about that time that I accidentally shot your dog while I was hunting and I told you he ran away oh wait a minute I told you that didn't I? Oh darling

I could never share those secrets of my heart
I feel so much closer to you now that we're apart
If our love don't work now darling then maybe later
You can't see the tears behind my aviators


. . .



The sun don't burn fast enough for me
In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean
A long and lonesome road I've travelled to be free
And I carry no one and no one carries me
And I sleep away the days and ride the night
To another lonely town and lonely night
But I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands
To die another day in the broken promise land
Yeah, I'll ride away and I'll leave you with the sun
To a life some would call tragic
I was born unto the gun and I practice
Bad Magick
The wind at my back, the desert at my feet
I know no love, my only fried is my steed
No one called family, my ties are severed clean
My mother is the mountain, my father is the stream
If you see me young lady, just turn and walk away
I'll be gone in the morn before you wake


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With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar
In the back of some bus on the road
I'm living the high life with nothing to show
But a love that's letting me go
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train
The singer's in key the guitars in tune
But the song is still slipping away
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning inside


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