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Back home, it's no surprise
I'm still tryin' to socialize
I've been crooked since I was small.
I had a wicked-wack laugh that scared them all.
I had an oxygen mask for my panic attacks.
I was like Woody Woodpecker on crack.
No one stuck up for the left out,
I was always in a brawl.
I turned the other cheek 'cause I got popped in the jaw.
Now I'm a hard-boiled poet, got tattoos, been to jail.
Lived on Cherokee Street in a roach motel.
I got liberated, got left for dead.
My big brother thought I lost my head.
Instead of making money, I made a lot of bread.
I met everybody who thought they had it bad.
I stuck up for the left out, I was ready for a brawl.
I turned the other cheek 'cause I got popped in the jaw.
Well my momma learned me that boys are bad.
I'm sorry to all the ladies who got a taste of that.
I loved a lot of women, broke a lot of hearts.
Had as much ambition as I did false starts.
No one came along and set me right
Like singing on Sunday with my wife.
Ahhhhhhh.
People are the temple where I pray
And my faith gets tested day by day.
Stand up for the left out.
Be ready for a brawl
Turn the other cheek if there's any chance at all.
Turn the other cheek my friends if there's any chance at all.
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Fuel Cell F-16
02:53
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Gasoline should be illegal, jet- fuel in the police-pound,
Then we can get most the missiles back down on the ground.
I want a fuel-celled F-16, and a solar-powered Jeep.
I want electric cars in every garage, And I want them on the cheap.
How do I justify living check to check? Who should I crucify, or who do I elect
For public transportation that runs on empty coffee cups? Or perhaps a city bus fueled by passenger chin-ups?
I want a fuel-celled F-16, and a solar-powered Jeep.
I want electric cars in every garage, And I want them on the cheap.
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Here I Am
04:38
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Kryptonite and Superman
03:05
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I would be with you tonight
If you were not Kryptonite and I
Wasn’t trying to be Superman
I’ll just fly circles downtown
To find a hall where I can’t be found
And where you wouldn’t want to see the band
Well Pittsburgh is small and tight
You don’t see many Mennonites
Mr. Roger’s neighborhood does cocaine.
On every corner there’s a Steeler’s game
The women here are just as insane for
Football, drugs & booze.
I would be with you tonight
If you were not Kryptonite
And I wasn’t trying to be Superman
But I’m not Irish or interesting
I don’t write to magazines
And tell them anything that occurs to me.
I work a job 9 to 5
I put on a suit and smile
I’m sure I bore a girl with scars like you.
It would be fair for you to say
The only way I make my pay
Is to fight, figure and sue.
I would be with you tonight
If you were not Kryptonite
And I wasn’t trying to be Superman
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River Stones
03:21
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One Up My Sleeve
03:08
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Kansas Dan Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
I write songs because I have to laugh or embrace a fear. I wish I was a gospel and soul singer. My writing reflects that. When I open my mouth to sing, however, I come out country and folky. Like Cash, I try to give voice to the voiceless in some songs. Like John Prine I like to express my patriotism with a bit of sarcasm. ... more
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