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Pull These Weeds
01:57
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eventually we all fall like leaves in autumn... but the seasons do change and either way weve got flowers down here at the bottom... and ill pull these weeds with you... and ill plants these seeds with you... just promise me you wont stray too far... and promise me you wont forget who you are or where you came from... youre just a little live oak leaf... and youll fall the same as me... but we come from a mighty tree... and round come spring... and round come spring... ill pull these weeds with you... and ill plants these seeds with you... and together well watch the sun go down...
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No Honor
02:33
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aint no honor in it... aint no pride... the way that some folks do it...tryin to get out alive... tryin to get out alive and leave the rest behind... and i know... therell be a reckoning on their souls... and i swear... therell be hell to pay at the end of the day for their crooked ways... yes their hearts will tear...
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Hum
03:21
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i knew a man... from a distant land... he lived in the sand... rifle in hand... hes waiting for a change to come... hes jaded and torn and that rain will run... but his house will harden and dry in the sun... hell put down that iron and begin to hum... life is beautiful... we are all one... theres nothing to fear... let the rain come... i knew a girl... who cursed at the sky... she lived in a valley hid behind her alibis... shes waiting for a change to come... shes jaded and torn and that rain will run... and that valley may flood but lily pedals will come undone... shell let loose her lies and begin to hum... life is beautiful... we are all one... theres nothing to fear... let the rain come...
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Corner Store
01:10
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i... picka my poison... gotta take a trip... to the corner to the corner to the corner store... to the corner to the corner to the corner store... buy up whole damn thing buy up whole damn thing... in the corner in the corner in the corner store... gotta go down... down... down... down... gotta down... down... down... to the corner to the corner to the corner store...
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Golden Ticket
03:46
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ive got a name thanks to my dad... ive got a heart thanks to my mom... ive got love thanks to my woman... ive got a smile thanks to my friends... ive got a golden ticket... ive got a golden ticket... ive got a golden ticket... that nobody can deny... there was hope in the air if a black man won the chair for four more years... or else im movin to tijuana... tijuana...
off the coast of north east florida i saw a whale in the sea... its tail reflected back at me... and in that moment i felt special because it was true and it was raw... would my kids see this at all? would my kids see this at all? but ive got a golden ticket... ive got a golden ticket... ive got a golden ticket... that nobody can deny... nobody can deny... nobody can deny...
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Song For Mom
02:05
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well the rain falls hard on a troubled mind and i sat in the storm... drinkin away my time wonderin where ya been... whered ya go? which way am i headed? i guess by this point you know and i wish i could go... where ever you are... wish i could go.. where ever you are... the shoulder that i cry on is keepin these tears rollin on cause the shoulder that i cry on is gone... and i miss my dear old mom... wish i could go... where ever you are... wish i could go... where ever you are... i dont know... where ill go... but i know that the path it stretches on... and i dont know... where it may lead... but i know that the river does flow... and i know that the wind does blow... the wind it does blow...
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Signs In The Pines
02:50
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every time the wind blows... the trees do a dance... just for me... and every time the moon glows... you get another chance... just to see... it seems to me that nobody appreciates the... finer things... its disappointing to say the least but i dont let it... bother me... youve got signs nailed to pines claiming... "this land is mine"... but this lands not our land its neither yours or mine... this lands not our land its neither your or mine...
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Papa Bear's Banjo Ditty
00:49
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Won't Stray
02:40
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i wanna go where theres more fields and forests than theme parks and tourists and... live off the land... and i wanna be where all i see is the sycamore tree and the chickadee... and their families... i wana stay where the gators lay and the black bears play... nieth them sand hill cranes... and i wanna die where the fruit bats fly and the crickets cry... nieth the pale moon sky... no i wont stray from the sunshine state spend the rest of my days... nieth them golden rays...
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For Those Who Can't
01:54
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i sat at a crow funeral... watched the family... gather in the tree and i saw... how beautiful... death can be... well ive seen faces fade and ive felt and dealt with pain as we all have... but time goes by despite the plight you might have with your god given life so you best live it and try to love it for those who cant... for those who cant... for those who cant... for those who...
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