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Brewton Alabama at The Colonial Inn,
hot day, old orange juice, some vodka on a night stand,
there's a Chevy Nova with the seat burned out the back,
from a Winston cigarette, that was stumped into the wind

old Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek,
Side-tracked by the scent of a woman,
Could've been an actor on a moviescreen

She goes down the open road fading away
She tore a hole in my ragged soul
Stays there today
I hold in my hand a palmful of sand
It falls out on the beach
I look to the skies and I wonder why
You're so far out of reach
So far out of reach

Long down Mississippi Way
A place ’bout Ocean Springs
There’s a barbecue joint they call The Shed
Between Mobile and New Orleans
We’re gonna talk about Mr. Jim
He’s the soul of the place
There ever since the bar been open
And he will ’til his dyin’ day

Hear the coyotes howlin' out beyond the trees.
Sound like they killed somethin' out there
and left it to bleed.
They'll rip your guts apart and fight over the bones.
They won't remember you. Tomorrow you'll be gone.

But cry me one tear.
So I'll know that I made you feel good and secure in your world.

My Ability to communicate has dwindled in the fog
I got a fence around our yard
To keep out the neighbors dog

I got a rusted out Impala with weeds growin out the trunk And nothin' ever gets done around here
Because I'm always drunk.

Daddy's eyes are goin blind

Now old uncle Ed Lee, is bad to drink
Couldn’t hold a job, he’d just sit there and think
But he had two daughters, that’s both valedictorian
Graduated in May, they never come back home again
Ed Lee and his wife, alone at the house
She held his whiskey ‘bove the sink, she poured it all out
Now Ed Lee said, “Look here woman, my job here is done”
Packed up his books, was out on the run

Yesterday was a very fine day indeed
I got up out of bed went outside and brushed my teeth
Put on dirty clothes and go back to work
I got to make the money to give the money away at the rich man's store

I lived on a place they call South Front Street
It ain't on a map you couldn't find me if you tried
We've got a horse a train and a garden in the back yard

Midnight, moonbeam, sepulchre
Graveyard cold as bones
Eliza is in the ground
Thunder is her moan
A hound dog in the distance howls
To a church bell in the rain
Concrete angels pray
For those who've got no names

headed on down highway 42
lookin for a girl that look a lot like you
You ain't the one I been looking for
You done me wrong- but you ain't no more.

Hold on to your will, hold on to your might
you'll find another man gonna get you though the night
storm clouds are coming out of nowhere it seems,

i keep on walking
i keep on talking
i keepo on calling out your name
but you don't hear me
but you don't feel me
but you don't feel the same
you don't feel the same
I've got no money honey

The sun slither down behind the sycomore tree,
The wind rolled in to cool me about there grins,
It's been to hot mama, you know it's been to warm,
It will be alright when the summer is gone, oh yeah.

The fish ain't been biting but my hook is wet,
Ain't seen no rain since the day I left,
Take a drink of water when your throat is dry,

If you knew my mind I tell you what you'd do
You wouldn't treat me the way that you do
I wasted all my time training to satisfy you
When you knew all along there was nothing I could do
I never wanted to take you to Alabama
And live in no trailer park
But you quit loving me a long time ago
But we still got naked in the dark

Ike is a man
He stays mostly at home
He's got three dogs
And a bucket full of bones

He lends his place out
To five-dollar whores
And spends sunshiny days

There's a jukebox in my ear
Playing so loud I can hardly hear
It tells a story of a girl like you

Each selection that I make
Causes my poor heart to break
It tells a story of a girl like you

Junkman

The junkman down the street, he’s looking for some trash
He ain’t got no home
But the shit piles up and it’s thick with broken glass
It’s a managarie he calls his own
And I’m walking by his grocery cart thinking about my past
I got some garbage all my own

Yesterday I had a dream
that I could fly, through the sky.
And I woke up in a sweat
not dead yet, but on the ground
I'm up in Johnson City, Tennessee
looking for the way to me
Lord, fly me over Pontchartrain
Back to the land of sugar cane and summer rain

It's two in the morning
Baby's in bed
Where are you?
I can't rest my head

It's three in the morning
Cat scratching at the door
Full moon rising

you got the magic of a mermaid, you swim without drown
i need you now more then ever, my ship is going down
the devil he stole my soul, to much idle time
im crawling just like a snake, the devil he owns my mind
he's driving me straight to hell

I was wise when i was with you,i died with you a million deaths
and everytime i was born again but the last time you took my breath

Sweet dreams seem to fade away 
While nightmares tend to stay 
For many a long day praying on fear

I remember when [...]
And as of yet I haven't cried
I doubt i will, my heart's grown cold
And every day I'm getting old

I heard they cleaned the wreck outside a Slidell, just before the dawn.
I heard five people got murdered by a drunk woman talking on her cell phone.
I got drunk last night in slidell, waiting on the clean up crew.
I've been on the road for fifteen days, waiting just to get home to you.

Just before the dawn, you hear the rooster crow.
Just before the dawn, Im gonna rise up rise up slow.

Standin' on the corner of Royal Street,
On a Sunday afternoon
Out there by the old A & P
Barefoot in the sun of June.
I saw her playin' with the Big Mess Band
With Augie Junior on guitar
I saw her play with John Mooney too
Uptown at Maddigan's Bar.