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Beat Up Ford
02:26
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I was cruisin’ on the back roads
Headin’ for the 75
Not worryin’ ‘bout nothin’
Just happy bein’ alive
Got the radio playin’ some good old blues
Ain’t never been a winner, so I just can’t lose
Happy drivin’ my beat up Ford
Happy drivin’ my beat up Ford
I ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout the devil
Ain’t thinkin; about the lord
Don’t need no Ferrari
Leave me my beat up Ford
Got my baby in the front, my guitar in the back
Maybe she ain’t pretty, but I get her in the sack
Happy drivin’ my beat up Ford
Happy drivin’ my beat up Ford
God bless old Henry, he’s made me such a happy man
And I drive her every day
And I drive her just as fast as I can
Ain’t nothin’ fancy, got no overdrive
But cruisin’ with my baby
Wooh, I’m alive!
Happy drivin’ my beat up Ford
Happy drivin’ my beat up Ford
Beat up Ford
Beat up Ford
Beat up Ford
Beat up Ford
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2. |
FWPB
04:14
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Toast crumbs in the butter when I got up
Barista spelled my name wrong on my coffee cup
The yolk’s too hard
On my artisan poached egg
First world problem blues
Are messing with my head
My dog doesn’t match the colour of my chair
I really don’t like the way the barber cut my hair
My cleaner isn’t here
And the bin is nearly full
First world problem blues
Are seriously un-cool
First world problems, I don’t know where to start
I know you think it’s crazy, it cuts me to the heart
I can’t be happy
I can’t be complete
So many things in my life
Have got me beat
I can’t find the end on this roll of tape
The shop doesn’t stock my favourite kind of vape
Got coins instead of notes
In my change
First world problem blues
I’m totally deranged
First world problems, I don’t know where to start
I know you think it’s crazy, it cuts me to the heart
I can’t be happy
I can’t be complete
So many things in my life
Have got me beat
First world problems, I don’t know where to start
I know you think it’s crazy, it cuts me to the heart
I can’t be happy
I can’t be complete
So many things in my life
Have got me beat
Someone coiled my cables up all the wrong way
Can’t charge my phone to last the whole of the day
My towels don’t match
And the shower’s always cold
First world problem blues
Now I’ve been put on hold
First world problems, I don’t know where to start
I know you think it’s crazy, it cuts me to the heart
I can’t be happy
I can’t be complete
So many things in my life
Have got me beat
I can’t be happy
I can’t be complete
So many things in my life
Have got me beat
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3. |
Temporary Man
04:03
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I keep on hanging on
But I know I won’t be long
I’m her temporary man
I love my baby, there’s no doubt
She beats the other girls without a shout
But whenever we are out
Her rovin’ eye starts roamin’ about
I’m her temporary man
I know I’m her temporary man
I keep on hangin’ on
But I know it won’t be long
I’m her temporary man
I keep her near, and I hold her hand
I try to make her understand
She don’t need no other man
I’ll give her all the lovin’ that she can demand
I’m her temporary man
I know I’m her temporary man
I keep on hangin’ on
But I know it won’t be long
I’m her temporary man
I know she keeps on calling
She knows I keep on falling
That’s why she keeps on calling me
Her kissin’s good when it’s just her and I
Lovin’ so sweet I wanna curl up and die
But she can’t help but smile at some other guy
I can’t keep her mine no matter how hard I try
I’m her temporary man
I know I’m her temporary man
I keep on hangin’ on
But I know it won’t be long
I’m her temporary man
I keep on hangin’ on
But I know it won’t be long
I’m her temporary man
I keep on hangin’ on
But I know it won’t be long
I’m her temporary man
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4. |
Down Home
06:56
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Working all day in this cold, dark city
My back is broke and I can’t get no pity
I miss my home and I miss my life
I don’t see my friends and it cuts me like a knife
But that all changes when the clock turns five
‘Cos when it does I’ll know I’m alive
They all ask, “What are you doin’ today?”
I just long to turn and say
I’m goin’ back, where I’m not alone
I’m goin’ back, way down home
I’m goin’ back, goin’ back down home
Down home, where I belong
Down home, where they made me strong
Down home, never did me wrong
Down home
Down home, where I belong
Down home, where they made me strong
Down home, never did me wrong
Down home
This work is hard, it’ll be the death of me
Takes me to places got no right to be
My boss says, “Son, you gotta do much more.”
So I stick it to the man, and I walk right out the door
I’m goin’ back, where I’m not alone
I’m goin’ back, way down home
I’m goin’ back, goin’ back down home
Down home, where I belong
Down home, where they made me strong
Down home, never did me wrong
Down home
Down home, where I belong
Down home, where they made me strong
Down home, never did me wrong
Down home
Down home, where I belong
Down home, where they made me strong
Down home, never did me wrong
Down home
Down home, where I belong
Down home, where they made me strong
Down home, never did me wrong
Down home
Down home
Down home
Down home
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5. |
Whisky Bottle
03:07
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You take the whisky bottle down from the shelf
You pour one for your lover and one for yourself
You stare across the table at an empty chair
Then have to drink them both because there’s nobody there
It’s a hard time
When you have to drink alone
It’s a bad time
When you’re living on your own
Such a sad time
The worst you’ve ever known
But you have to understand
That your little bird has flown
You walk the streets alone ‘til after dark
You watch lovers walking in the park
Sitting on a bench with the night drawing in
It’s another game of chance you just can’t win
It’s a hard time
When you have to drink alone
It’s a bad time
When you’re living on your own
It’s such a sad time
The worst you’ve ever known
But you have to understand
That your little bird has flown
It’s a hard time
When you have to drink alone
It’s a bad time
When you’re living on your own
Such a sad time
The worst you’ve ever known
But you have to understand
That she’s never coming home
You take the whisky bottle down from the shelf
You pour one for your lover and one for yourself
You stare across the table at an empty chair
Then have to drink them both because there’s nobody there
Cos it’s a hard time
When you have to drink alone
It’s a bad time
When you’re living on your own
It’s a sad time
The worst you’ve ever known
But you have to understand
That your little bird has flown
It’s a hard time
When you have to drink alone
It’s a bad time
When you’re living on your own
It’s a sad time
The worst you’ve ever known
But you have to understand
That she’s never coming home
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6. |
Too Much Sugar
01:45
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People always talkin’ ‘bout you round the town
Everybody askin’ me what’s goin’ down
I don’t know what they’ve been told
There’s too much sugar in your bowl
Too much sugar and you’re so sweet
Too much honey for one man to eat
Too much jelly in your jelly roll
There’s too much sugar in your sugar bowl
I can see the sugar in the way you walk
I can taste the honey in the way you talk
You’re the icing on my cherry pie
You’re the candy apple of my eye
Too much sugar and you’re so sweet
Too much honey for one man to eat
Too much jelly in your jelly roll
There’s too much sugar in your sugar bowl
I can see the sugar in the way you walk
I can taste the honey in the way you talk
You’re the icing on my cherry pie
You’re the candy apple of my eye
Too much sugar and you’re so sweet
Too much honey for one man to eat
Too much jelly in your jelly roll
There’s too much sugar in your sugar bowl
There’s too much sugar in your sugar bowl
Too much sugar in your sugar bowl
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7. |
Exit Wounds
05:26
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You left me for the city
And the arms of another man
But I don’t need your pity
‘Cos I’m doing the best that I can
Now I wander these lonely streets
Just a lost and broken man
I remember that night
The night you closed the door
I could tell by your eyes
You didn’t want me any more
Now my tears they won’t stop falling
Down on this cold hard floor
I’ve spent my whole life wondering
Why you did these things to me
I even went to see my doctor
For some thing to set me free
He said, “Son, there will never be a cure.”
For those exit wounds that you gave me
I’ve spent my whole life wondering
Why you did these things to me
I even went to see my doctor
For some thing to set me free
He said, “Son, there will never be a cure.”
For those exit wounds that you gave me
You left me for the city
And the arms of another man
I don’t need your pity
‘Cos I’m doing the best that I can
Now I wander these lonely streets
Just a lost ...
Just a lost and broken man
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8. |
No Blues
03:31
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I ain’t had the blues for ten years now
I got no reason to feel down
My baby’s nice, she treats me right
I got no blues, there’s no bad news
No bad news
No bad news
I’ve been doin’ alright in my job
The wage is fine by me
The hours ain’t long, I can’t go wrong
I got no blues, there’s no bad news
No bad news
No bad news
No need to wear my walkin’ shoes
Don’t wanna hear your political views
Got my baby, win or lose
I got no blues at all
I think my life has been alright
My kids have turned out fine
Nothin’s bad, I just ain’t sad
I got no blues, there’s no bad news
No bad news
No bad news
I think my life has been alright
My kids have turned out fine
Nothin’s bad, I just ain’t sad
I got no blues, there’s no bad news
No bad news
No bad news
No bad news
No bad news
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9. |
Don't You Lie To Me
05:16
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I talk to you in the morning
You don’t answer me ‘til night
I take that as a warning
That something just ain’t right
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
I go up to the bedroom
To find you’ve locked the door
You’re lying in our lovin’ bed
I’m sleeping on the floor
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
I know what you’re trying to do
When you treat me this way
Is there someone else giving love to you?
Am I just in your way?
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
Don’t you lie to me, don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie to me, ‘cos that would hurt me so
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Chasin' the Train Dumfries, UK
Chasin' the Train describe their music as, ‘blues with cojones’. Their enthusiastic performances feature outstanding tunes with raucous harmonica, powerful vocals, supercharged guitar, funky bass and rock solid drums - what's not to like? Check out the best band you never heard of, before everyone else catches on! ... more
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