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Wing And A Prayer
03:31
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I knew that they were comin'
The date stuck in my mind
And that stagecoach pulled in haulin'
Pismo Spanky right on time
With guitars and a banjo
A ukulele he played nice
With a gallon tub of ice cream
And thirty-pack on ice
Nancy was the driver
She whipped her team in shape
She let Spanky have her deer steak
Only vegetables she ate
When I remembered it was wing night
At the karaoke bar
We stuffed our pockets full of beer cans
And packed five in the care
We came flying in to Crossroads
Smell of chicken in the air
Pismo Spanky riding shotgun
On a wing and a prayer
When we walked in to the bar
Spanky ordered twelve Coors Light
And he hadn't sat to drink them
When the punch board caught his eye
He got called for karaoke
Before he gambled his whole wad
He did Elvis Presley justice
And made everyone applaud
He'd spent three hundred dollars
Before they locked the doors
But Nancy won a fifty
She'd stuffed it on her drawers
We bought all the untouched hot wings
And a thirty-pack to go
We'd acquired too many riders
But the wagon had to roll
When we hit the intersection
I saw a flip-flop take the air
Pismo Spankys riding roof rack
On a wing and a prayer
When we crawled out the next morning
We sat down to share a joint
I started getting sentimental
Then I lost track of my point
But we knew we'd shared a memory
We always could recall
I tried to send them with some hot wings
When I laid some out to thaw
Then they left for California
California I'll see you there
If I make it Pismo Spanky
On a wing and a prayer
Oh if I make it Pismo Spanky
On a wing and a prayer
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Mother Nature's Music
04:09
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The sun is shining down on me
I feel like playing my song in the breeze
For all the animals and trees
Its mother nature's music
All you gotta do is sing
The song I was playing caught wings in the air
Drifted down the hollow to the ears of a big black bear
He was singing those bear necessities
Its mother nature's music
Tell me are you listening
That bear was dancing over by the crick
Ole bull frog he saw him, thought he'd hit a lick
He was croaking I think Jeremiah was his name
It's mother nature's music
All you gotta do it sing
A little boy was fishing, heard that ole frog
Saw that bear dancing to the whippoorwills song
And it changed him, he felt like he was part of everything
It's mother nature's music
All you gotta do it sing.
I forgot to mention
The little boy was me
Its mother nature's music
All you gotta do is sing
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The Painting
04:09
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There's a place in my dreams that I've gone to so many times
A picture of home that hangs on the wall in my mind
It's tucked in the trees, the light through the window guides me
Down a creek gravel lane to the smell of the rolling chimney
Last night I stepped in the frame you were standing there
Posed for the picture just like you'd always been there
You're part of the painting
Brushed on and waiting to dry
The artist has shown his best work
On the blue in your eyes
At home in a picture
That hangs on the wall in my mind
You were there waiting for me
When I came in last night
Sometimes dreaming is reliving the things that you've done
Somedays you wake up believing you know what's to come
Now the artist is drinking hoping to steady his hand
Cause he woke up believing the picture was perfect again
You're part of the painting
Brushed on and waiting to dry
The artist has shown his best work
On the blue in your eyes
At home in a picture
That hangs on the wall in my mind
You were there waiting for me
When I came in last night
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Battlefield
04:36
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The road is not the best friend that he has
It's left him broke and busted just as many times as any woman has
It's the throttle he can count on and the miles keep his mind from growing bored
The heart that moves the train a piece of art that bears the stain of losing war
Man he's out there you can hear him
He's left out on the battlefield
He's been hit too many times he knows
That time will never heal
California to An Arbor
The tracks he leaves are hard to find
Scattered in the leaves the memories
Love that lost to the white line
He can feel the storm approaching in his bones
His senses have been sharpened like a knife from his life out here alone
He has a reputation on occasion he might stray out too far
He's still too quick to draw on but his heart keeps on getting caught off guard
Man he's out there you can hear him
He's left out on the battlefield
He's been hit too many times he knows
That time will never heal
California to An Arbor
The tracks he leaves are hard to find
Scattered in the leaves the memories
Love that lost to the white line
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When Good Dogs Get Old
03:26
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I've had people tell me that I've got an old soul
Just what that means I really don't know
I've got an old Ford truck I drive too damn slow
And most of my friends are rugged and old
I pay more attention to the way people act
Than their social position or the things that they lack
I still don't know nothing, there's one thing I know
We'll get where we're going I'm in no hurry to go
I guess you could say that Ive got an old soul
But the rain still gets to me when I'm feeling alone
There's truth in the beauty and life's to behold
There's pain and there's glory when a good dog gets old
I've had people tell me that I've got an old soul
When I think of Daddy I ain't sure it's so
He'd stand at the pulpit when the casket was closed
And lead us to the garden where the dew's on the rose
I guess you could say that Ive got an old soul
But the rain still gets to me when I'm feeling alone
There's truth in the beauty and life's to behold
There's pain and there's glory when a good dog gets old
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Rocky Tallent Missouri
Live From Jack's Cabin, the first solo release from Rocky Tallent (The Tallent Brothers), is a path that ventures through the undiscovered backwoods of rural Missouri, guiding the listener through impassioned affairs and spiritual perplexities, all while keeping cadence to the meter of the Ozark Mountains. ... more
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