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Damage Control
03:39
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So tired of fucking around
I got a lot to learn
I've been uncovered and found
So light a match and let's burn
Ain't seen that look for a while
The one that scares me to my bones
Don't take it away
My damage control
Thrown down the stairs but I'm sound (sound)
I slipped the noose for a while
So cavalier til you're down (down)
I'll sway in time and with style
Ain't seen that look for a while
The one that soothes me to my soul
Don't take it away
My damage control
So tired of fucking around
We got a lot to learn
I've been uncovered and found
So light a match and let's burn
Ain't seen that look in a while
The one that scares me to my bones (don't take it away)
Ain't seen that look in a while
The one that soothes me to my soul
Don't take it away
My damage control
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2. |
Dead And Gone
03:02
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Hey Kenny I heard that you'd passed away
Just another Saturday night mystery
Living it up done dragged you down
Another tombstone going into the ground
I don't have time to mourn
Now that you're dead and gone
Just another old friend that's left this life too young
Audrey was the queen of the parking lot
Friday night up at the Bottle Shop
I heard she cleaned up but that depends
She left two little kids behind in the end
I don't have time to mourn
Now that you're dead and gone
Just another old friend that's left this life too young
I don't have time to mourn
You're not the only one
Just another old friend but now you're dead and gone
Been a few years since I heard your name
Hadn't seen your face since we were seventeen
The life you led catching up too soon
Well, I hope the good book's been good to you
I don't have time to mourn
Now that you're dead and gone
Just another old friend that's left this life too young
I don't know how to mourn
Y'know I'm getting numb
Just another old friend and now you're dead and gone
Yeah, you're dead and gone
Yeah, you're dead and gone
You're dead and gone
Yeah, you're dead and gone
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Black Top White Lines
03:16
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Well, that rear views meant for something, but it ain’t looking back
Fuzzy dice next to Jesus in her Pontiac
Well, the police ain’t seen Jimmy in a week or two
What hole he’s in, only she knows the damn truth
So, it’s black top and them little white lines
Hid the shovel in the trunk with the homemade ‘shine
California bound Alabama behind
Black top and them little white lines
Well Jimmy made his last mistake when he raised that hand
Now he’s six feet under outside of Birmingham
Well Jimmy and the devil probably doing alright
And she’ll be in Hollywood by Saturday night
So, it’s black top and them little white lines
Hid the shovel in the trunk with the homemade ‘shine
California bound Alabama behind
Black top and them little white lines
She knew killing a man was illegal
But she’d done enough time
But letting Jimmy live
Well, that felt like a crime
So, it’s black top and them little white lines
Hid the shovel in the trunk with the homemade ‘shine
California bound Alabama behind
Black top and them little white lines
Black top and them little white lines
Hid the shovel in the trunk with the homemade ‘shine
California bound Alabama behind
Black top and them little white lines
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Chris Shiflett Santa Barbara, California
Punk veteran. Rock & Roll Hall of Fame inductee. Alt-country songwriter. Modern-day guitar hero. For more than 25 years, Chris Shiflett has blurred the lines between genre and generation, balancing his full-band projects with an ongoing solo career.
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