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Little Bit of Luck
02:38
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I've been thinking about you lately and it's plain as day. I drew the ace baby I struck gold. I found my four leafed clover, search is over, with you I feel so whole.
Your long dark hair and those emerald eyes, a smile that'd make folks blind. You got that nurse's heart, a tender charm, and a brain that drives me wild.
I don't want no rabbit's foot or shrunken head over my door. All I want is you, you're my little bit of luck. you're my little bit of luck.
You're my little bit of luck
If we'd never crossed paths I’d be out in the rain, sunshine wouldn't know my face. All those cracks in the ground they'd be chasing me down, but I'd be the one to blame.
Stolen all my time, my heart in my mind, can’t get you out of my head. If it came to be, there were no you and me, well maybe I’d rather be dead.
I don't want no rabbit's foot or shrunken head over my door. all I want is you, you're my little bit of luck.
You're my little bit of luck
Maybe our lives were already braided down the line. Before your face even glistened in my eyes. We were meant to be.
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Knock Knockin'
03:04
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I've got an echo crawling through my veins, the kind that slithers and fades away in that deep cold cave, where I hide my shame.
I need a habit that shakes my grave
Pulls me out before the maker calls my name and signs the letter that can't be erased.
Knock Knockin'
I've got death waiting outside my door
Knock Knockin'
I've got death waiting outside my door
I don't wanna leave
I'm not gonna leave
Knock Knockin'
I've got death waiting outside my door
I feel the light washing over me. Replacing fear with the strength to heal and find my route in this fragile maze.
I have a reason to steady my pace,
Savor the breath and embrace the
weight that shape our lives and drive our fate.
Knock Knockin'
I've got death waiting outside my door
Knock Knockin'
I've got death waiting outside my door
I don't wanna leave
I'm not gonna leave
Knock Knockin'
I've got death waiting outside my door
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3. |
Listening Ears
02:39
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Honey if you want we can talk about it
Might have to scream
Might have to shout it
Still stubborn after all these years.
Still having trouble with my listening ears.
This time it’s not my fault
They kept me past the hour
Held against my will
They held me over fire
Gettin good at dodging all your glares
But I’m still having troubles with my listening ears
Don’t mean to make you worry
What a pain I’ve been
Don’t mean to make you worry
Over and over again
But I hear you say
“Hey baby hey! We do alright!”
“hey baby hey! We do alright!”
I know I got some flaws
but my strength fill pages
put you in withdraw
you know my hearts contagious
give you lovin that’ll bring you tears
but you’d still have that trouble with my listening ears
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4. |
It's all the Same
02:42
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Your hair went pale, by all the tattle tales before us.
Those lines in your face grew deeper each day with stories for us to share.
The wick of your fuse so short and true, I could light it in the breeze.
One little hoax and your cheeks start to glow and you forget how to breath.
Grin and laugh, as I misbehave.
You keep calling me by my brothers name.
I dont mind, it don't bother me.
You can call me what you want, it's all the same.
Teasing your feet from below the seat while you rest.
Watching the king dance across the screen as I begin to run.
Around the room trying to dodge the spoon but it breaks against my back.
At it again, such a youthful sin, I'm asking for a heart attack.
Grin and laugh, as I misbehave.
You keep calling me by my brothers name.
I dont mind, it don't bother me.
You can call me what you want, it's all the same.
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5. |
Papa's Not So Well
03:05
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Running down our trail like the mountain blew
Headed towards their home
Granny sits and waits on the rocking chair stoop
She tells us all alone
Please baby keep it down
Papa's not so well
Staring at the wall like a reaper came
Not a smile in the room
Doctors on the phone trying to pass the blame
Granny’s about to fume
Please baby keep it down
Papa's not so well
Anything that you need we’d do
Stack the fire wood or take off your boots
Anything that you need we’d do
Help plant the garden or pick all the fruit
Half the leaves fell from the family tree
But it’s holding on strong
Granny got him walking took away his lean
You can tell it won’t be long
Please baby keep it down
Papa's not so well
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6. |
Where It Hurts
02:26
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Hello central can you ring me home?
Dad ain't well since our momma's been gone.
The bottles exhausted, and needs to breath, his lips haven't seen a drop of water this week. and he won't stop falling.....
ohhh I know. I know where it hurts. ain't nothing around that's going to quench that thirst.
ohhh I know. I know where it hurts. ain't nothing around that's going to quench that thirst.
Hello lady, think you're staying long?
You'll be replaced before the morning fog.
Your lips dull the pain yet delay the grieve.
His eyes are hungry but his heart is weak.
and he won't stop falling......
Ohhh I know. I know where it hurts. ain't nothing around that's going to quench that thirst.
ohhh I know. I know where it hurts. ain't nothing around that's going to quench that....
I see the start of a new man.
When you need, you can reach for our open hands....
ohhh I know. I know where it hurts. ain't nothing around that's going to quench that thirst.
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7. |
Not Without a Fight
03:47
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The armored wig sits upon her head like a knighted queen
Destined to win the battle for her life, it's the worst of dreams
Holding on to that old sweet soul. Not letting this one go, but I've seen them leave.....
Not with a Fight. Not Without a struggle. Look it in the eye and give it all you got. Not Without a Fight.
Little pink ribbons placed across her chest, she's the bravest queen
Razor sharp sword, she's ready to attack, charges at full speed.
Holding on to that old sweet soul. Not letting this one go, but I've seen them leave.....
Not with a Fight. Not Without a struggle. Look it in the eye and give it all you got. Not Without a Fight.
Please please please don't take her
You can take me.
You can take me.
Holding on to that old sweet soul. Not letting this one go, but I've seen them leave.....
Not with a Fight. Not Without a struggle. Look it in the eye and give it all you got. Not Without a Fight.
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8. |
Bees in My Wall
02:53
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I got bees in my wall
they won’t stop buzzin
I got bees in my wall
they won’t stop buzzin
Found a gun at the school
It’s just my cousins
Found a gun in the school
It’s just my cousins
I got bees in my wall
they won’t stop buzzing
I got bees in my wall
they won’t stop buzzing
Lost my momma young
Got no lovin
Lost my momma young
Got no lovin
Any other day, I’d take the honey
Lately I’ve been drained, just not that hungry
I got bees in my wall
they won’t stop buzzin
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9. |
She's All I Got
02:44
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Well, I say, friend, don't take her, she's all I've got
Please, don't take her love away from me
I'm beggin' you, friend, don't take her, she's all I've got
She's everything in life I'll ever need
She is life when I wanna live
She's everything to me in life that life can give
She's my water when I need to drink
She's the first thought in my mind each time I try to think
Let me tell you now, friend...
She's my fingers when I want to feel
She's the only thing in life to me that's really real
She is love, she's all the love I know
She could kiss the ground in the wintertime and make the flower grow
Let me tell you now, friend…
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10. |
Running Out of Hope
03:16
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Waiting for the boys to steal me from my love.
I wrap my arms around her so hard that I drew blood.
She lay her troubled head against my shoulder, in her ear I whisper no tears until it's over.
The thing that pains me most is when we're running out of hope, and I can't even help cause I'm not home.
Anxious heart grows cold, it's getting hard to breathe.
She twists and turns at night, I know that she that can't sleep.
My static voice turns dull, it's begins to fray.
We're head straight back west, I pray it's not too late.
The thing that pains me most is when we're running out of hope, and I can't even help cause I'm not home.
Home, home is where I wanna be.
Right between the sheets holding on to what we need
The thing that pains me most is when we're running out of hope, and I can't even help cause I'm not home.
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11. |
Hearts Got the Shakes
03:47
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Little sweet shivers climb up my neck every time you walk in the room
Your tight black jeans make my pupils dance, makes me want to howl at the moon
Red wine lips is where I take my aim. That beauty mark is engraved my brain
Hearts Got The Shakes and my head won't stop spinning
Every single second your hands in mine, worries seem to go numb.
Your warmest kiss makes my Monday like a weekend full of sun.
Your softest hug cures all my pain. When I'm without you I go insane.
Hearts Got The Shakes and my head won't stop spinning
You’re all I need in this wicked world, I can feel it down in my bones.
Those bright wide eyes show your graceful side, taught me how to grow.
The time we've spent could be measured in flames.
I'll take a decade more exactly the same
Hearts got the shakes and my head won't stop spinning
You got me going round
Spinning
There's no up or down
You got me going round
There's no up or down
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