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I ain't afraid to feel the pain
I've been hurtin' all my life
So get me to the train
and I'll ride out of here tonight
I know where I ain't wanted
and I know where I need to be
and hangin' round with you girl
just ain't workin' out for me
If I'm gonna be lonely
I might as well be alone
and mama you can be
unhappy on your own
If I'm gonna be lonely
I'd rather be alone
Ain't no need in sayin' sorry
just let them big wheels roll on
I ain't afraid of bein' low
I've been looked down on all my life
So get me to the border
and I'll ride over it tonight
I know where I ain't wanted
and I know where I need to be
and hangin' round you people
just ain't workin' out for me
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I gave up my drinkin' four years ago
and I done pretty good on the straight and narrow
But I'm headed up to Heppner for a big package show
and them Oregon cowgirls don't like hearin' no
It's hard stayin' sober in Heppner
when the Pendleton is pourin' like rain
And I'll be seein' some friends
from back in my devilish days
Lord help me to turn down the bottle
and give me the strength to do right
Because it's hard stayin' sober
in Heppner, Oregon tonight
I went from a life with four wheels for a home
to a guitar pickin' daddy with no wife to show
I've met all of my wild side that I care to know
Lord don't let Heppner make me weak and low
I
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Now's Your Time to Cry
03:01
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The train has left the station, baby
Now's your time to cry
I won't be comin' back this way
and you know the reason why
I won't play no second fiddle,
won't be your man on the side
You got your ace in the hole
and I've got miles to ride
Now I'm back in the saddle,
chasin' the freedom that I've found
There's pretty women out there everywhere
and I don't need you around
I got my mind on my salvation
and my boot heels on the road
Now's your time to cry
and it's my time to go
Now's your time to cry, little darlin'
Now's your time to cry
Do all the talkin' that you want to,
I know every damn word's a lie
I'm rollin' up my pack
and headed on down the track
No more just gettin' by
Now's your time to cry
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Its Just the Whiskey
04:32
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It's not you
that's hurtin' me tonight
It's not your memory
blackin' out the light
You might think
you made a fool of me
Darlin' it's not you
it's just the whiskey
I won't deny that you played a part
in the pain that I feel inside
but the whiskey is responsible
for the shape that I'm in tonight
I know you done your best
to try to ruin me
but darlin' it's not you
it's just the whiskey
You think losin' you
is what made me turn this way
but the love that I had
has all been drank away
It might look like
this is what your lovin' has done to me
but darlin' it's not you
it's just the whiskey
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The judge's gavel fell
and I got 30 days in jail
They don't tolerate drunk drivin'
in their town
No more money, no more car
No more nights out at the bar
The law knows how
to shut a good time down
It was a DUI
Too drunk to drive
I was ridin' with a 6 pack
on the passenger side
They'll bleed you dry
with their goddamn fines
Whatever you do
don't get yourself a DUI
The lawyer told me son
you're gonna pay for what you've done
The courts don't let no money
slip away
Blowin' a .08
is like murder in this state
You'd be better off
if you'd just robbed a bank
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Maybe none of us is ever gonna be stars
We'll probably die unknown playin' these goddamn bars
Singin' to the backs of drunks that just don't give a damn
It's the price we pay playin' in the devil's band
As soon as I felt that first guitar in my hand
I knew I wasn't made for no fuckin' cover band
There's a lot of dumb bastards just don't understand
the songs we sing playin' in the devil's band
I've lost some friends and women since I can't settle down
Don't know if they're jealous or disgusted with what I'm doin' now
We're just lookin' for a good time and all the rest be damned
That's the life we lead playin' in the devil's band
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Everybody's gone home and the bar's closin' up
The bartender's sweepin' glass and cigarette butts
In 15 more minutes he'll yell out last call
But there's no one to hear it except for me and the wall
There's no one to hear it except for me and the wall
There's one credit left on the jukebox
I guess I'll play one more Hank Williams song
Right now I'm too drunk and feelin' too numb
to give a damn about who did who wrong
There's nothin' for me to hold on to
and nothin' much worth livin' for
So I'm killin' myself with the night life
and hopin' heaven has got swingin' doors
I hope heaven has got swingin' doors
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They say you've got a problem
if you're drinkin' alone
I guess that they're right
but I'm all on my own
I've got no friends to come around
to help me get by
So it's me and the whiskey
and the tears that I cry
I don't like drinkin' alone
but I will to get the damn job done
of forgetting how I lost you
It ain't pretty but it's what I've come to do
Drinkin' don't make me special
it's just somethin' that I do
To get rid of the hours
and my memories of you
I wake up every morning
feeling dry as a bone
And get back to the bottle
and drinkin' alone
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Felix Thursday Grenada, California
Former Cheatin' Heart, current intermittent performer. Latest album End Time Jubilee out on Ruckus in the Records.
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