1. |
Jim's Dream
02:25
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I had a dream
that the Jersey turnpike
was in a southern state
not far away
and I rode it down
I broke away
from the prison walls
that held me in
and I headed out west
I’m headed out west
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2. |
Gun Metal Grey
03:11
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Brushy Mountain
Ain’t no place for a man like Jim
Life inside kills the mind, choose your side, stay alive
Cold steel and gun metal grey
Nightmares, another night has turned to day
Crawling past the gun tower
Crawling beneath the razor wire
Stitches from a shank through the jaw
Tattoo of an upside down cross
Crawling past the gun tower
Crawling beneath the razor wire
Blood runs black and cold
Sirens come to life
Searchlights blind my eyes
Mountains are in sight
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3. |
Be The Wolf
05:36
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Run like hell, Jim, they won’t catch you
Dogs are comin’, night is falling
And the flowers died on the northbound side
And I could care less – this branded man’s headed west
Think I’ll start robbing again – steal a car and a bottle of Jim
Head for the edge of town westbound, hammer down
And the flowers died on the northbound side
And I could care less – this branded man’s headed west
I’ve gotta lay my head down
Gotta lay it down, my head is ringing
That crooked judge stole three years from me
I’ll live and die a judge, you must know, you must know
A thousand books, ten thousand crooks
Helicopters are circling, foot soldiers are closing in
State police shoot to kill, night falls in the Tennessee hills
Run, Jim – be the wolf
Outta gas, outta money, outta time, outta crime
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4. |
Failure Comin' Down
01:20
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Daddy was a bad man from a bad land
Gave him twenty years – served them like a man
Momma was a southern belle from a southern hell
Had a bad leg and trouble with the pills
They were married in the month of July
It was a shotgun wedding
Bought everything that the lord ever sold
Except the happy ending
Failure – coming down
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5. |
Gulf Of Texaco
02:52
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Polish your guns - Jesus won’t wait
Once I hit the badlands – I knew these were the bad times
Out here in the badlands, it looks like I’m in a hole
I’m running out of river
I’ve seen what the water’s done
To everyone and everything
I watched Jesus pass me by
Out here where the river can carve me too
Never surrender, never surrender
Polish your guns, polish your guns
We are caged men, ready to watch each other die
The thief is in your spotlights
Come and get me, you righteous pigs!
Into the Piney, Jim is gone
To the Gulf of Texaco
Swim or fuckin’ die
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6. |
Welcome To Dickson
05:43
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When the smokestacks came down
And wrapped their dirty arms around this mill town
And the old men with grey beards
Drank and smoked and choked until the morning
And from miles around, you could hear the sounds
Of the factory lights and the nights and the babies crying
Under western skies – morning turns to night
Under factory lights – people give their lives
Then she walked in, with the fur coat
That her old man bought at a second hand store
And he saw her there, beneath a neon sign
Her face was old and cold and looked like leather
Well he washed ashore in this dirty town
The stink of bloodhound still on his ass
Under western skies – morning turns to night
Under factory lights – people give their lives
Bloodhounds, freeways, treetops
Frozenhead – I’ll miss you
Frozenhead – I loved you
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7. |
Outside Abilene
03:17
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Though she weeps on some dirty sheets in some moldy shithole… outside Abilene…
Route 20’s stench swells in my soul… I feel so old… my whole damn stay…
We’ve been driving through this piss/sting rain
She’s been starving… those bars they carved in… now with a king of boars…
I’ll watch and cower now… like I was drawn up big… such a plastic whore…
Though she bleeds… know that I’ve bled through years…
These crooked mountains have served up some dirty fears… do you still think of me?
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8. |
The Smashing Machine
04:13
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You look so beautiful sleeping in your new coat
But this blanket smells like piss
Time can ruin a man’s mind
There’s no blanket to keep out this cold
Scream like the wind
Scream like the wind
I was raised by a real man who showed me how to press rye from seeds
Live fast and drink hard and scream like the wind
And how to tattoo my own hands
Gravity helps me move on
I’ve walked a long way since the towers at Petros
I press my ear to the ground and hear the footsteps grinding closer
Scream like the wind
Scream like the wind
I was raised by a real man who showed me how to press rye from seeds
Live fast and drink hard and scream like the wind
And how to tattoo my own hands
Your F-350’s settin’ sail tonight
With a full tank of gas, I’m drivin’ or dyin’
Are you comin’ with me in the Smashing Machine?
My old fuckin’ dog used to ride shotgun
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9. |
Men On Mountains
03:14
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Don’t bother making a run
The lines are already cut
Beer is cold, the whiskey’s warm
The sun is coming up
We are men, men on mountains
Sealed the deal with Mary Lou
Her mouth she couldn’t shut
The bitch is in a better place now
The lord’s work is done
We are men, men on mountains
Put out the fire, there’s men in the trees
Lined up on the ridgeline, they’re coming for me
Sleep, river, sleep
Angel – inside her ghost
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10. |
Sleep Produces Monsters
03:36
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One brother did 3 to 5 at Atlanta Penn
Told me, “Boy, you better move off the grid again”
Now Mary Lou, she was the last one that I’ll ever love
Because when I look at my hands, I smell the blood
I spent my time digging ditches, burning holes through the walls
But I thought of you when I stalked the yard
Now I’m staring at the Mojave like a fucking ghost
On the Sunset Limited
Another brother from around the way
Did a dime up at the Pelican Bay
Sent word he did some action out west
A little town called Los Angeles
This life has me on all fours
Led by a muzzle to one last score
Now I’m staring at the Mojave like a fucking ghost
On the Sunset Limited
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11. |
Palm Sunday
04:02
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Breathe in the fire, breathe in the fire
God hates a liar on a palm Sunday
Stick in the knife, stick in the knife
God hates a coward on a palm Sunday
Loosen my grip, headin’ down Highway 5
Head on fire, laughin’ at the state line
Run down river, river run down
Kneel down brother, brother kneel down
Better kneel on down
Kneel down brother, brother kneel down
Kneel down brother, kneel on down
Run down river, river run down
Run down river, river run down
My northern brothers waged a war in these lands
Against southern men
Kneel down brother, brother kneel down
Kneel down brother, kneel on down
Down, take me down
Down, to the river, to the fire
Down, take me down
Down to the river to dry my bones
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12. |
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This is what hell looks like
Once all the fires have burned out
A broken man nears the end of his road
An empty heart greets me
This is what the end looks like
Darkness covers the cities and town
A broken man with a gun in hand
Looking for the last light to shoot out
I’m running out of roads to ride
This old girl, she’s breathing hard
Blowing smoke and pissing oil
The gauges, they all read red again
Her blood’s at a steady boil
Climbing, climbing, climbing the rusted giant
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13. |
The Failed Convict
04:42
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I’m just a failed convict
I got nothing to lose
Sitting on a water tower
Waiting for a friend to come through
I murdered Mary Lou with my two hands
Left her dead in the sand
I’m a disgrace, disgrace of a man
I wish my momma never knew
Pray for me, brother Bill
Pray they don’t take me away
Pray for me if you will
For this time I’ll die by their hands
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