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Rural Tragedy
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Rural Tragedy by Wise Jennings
She was a low down, small town, daughter of a circus clown, done what was frowned upon
Discount handout, open pantry
She entertained other guys but the devil caught his eye and he couldn’t see
She aint’ right, any night, but she goes on and on…
He was a slack-jawed, half-drawn, club footed, don’t belong, cross-eyed, tongue tied
Virgin, in the first degree
He aint’ never had a girl ‘cept the pretty little things in his magazines
He’s the kind, girls can wind, and they do…
Aint’ never seen a kept man doin’ fine, That good ole’ boy done lost his mind
So he knock, knock, knocked down the door baby
He yelled, burn, burn, burn, burn it down baby
Cookin’ rock I aint’ ever in hock, Got no boss I aint’ ever on the clock
Work like a dog I aint’ ever out of stock, At the Rock Shack baby
She nevah, nevah, evah, knew what he was doin’; She, she, she wasn’t lookin’
Pretty thing thought she married a stooge; Simple boy who was easy to fool
Pin him down and make all the rules; Cage that boy like a dog
That pretty open pantry lost her shine, she had murder on her mind
So she knock, knock, knocked on the door baby
Yelled I’ll burn, burn, burn it down baby
Aint’ no way I’ll be taken for a fool; by a boy who is prone to the drool
You spit the bit like an onry rented mule, it’s the Rock Shack baby
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Heaven Sent
04:58
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Hott Stuff
03:54
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You know they call me hot stuff and I believe it got a thousand likes and its all ‘cause of me.
You hear my drums a thumpin’; Your heart it starts a thumpin’,
You’d swear my eyes are watchin’ you from up on the stage.
They call me hot stuff I hang with the in crowd I ride the cool bus that’s how I roll
I rock the stylin’ threads always on the guest list; better than solid gold
Even my friends are hot we are a stunning lot; Set ourselves apart by looking the same
Need your adoration excessive adulation when I come off the stage.
Yeah I’ve always been this great; Hotness always was trait
Now that I play the rock and roll
I’m super scorchin’ hot like a burnin’ lava in my soul
You know they call me hot stuff and I believe it got a bunch a new fans; hey mom look at me
You hear my drums a thumpin’ makes your feel like jumpin’
You wanna’ know what its like to be just like me
I’m like four on the floor; I like to run up the score; I’m like back in black and a Marshall stack
I never take no lip; I drink PBR’; I like a purring cat, I start fights in the bar
I’ve brought sexy back’ I’m a heart attack; I’m a rollin’ stone; leave you wantin’ for more
I’m HOT; So HOT; Damn HOT; Red HOT
She don’t take no lip, she drinks PBR, she like purring cats, starts fights in bars
She brought sexy back, she’s a heart attack, she’s a rollin’ stone, leaves you wantin’ more
She’s the hippest cat, she brought sexy back, wears the stylin’ threads, it’s gone to her head
She plays the rock n roll, dreams of radio, braggadocio
Or (she is hot stuff, she’s the hot stuff…)
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Pedestal
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I’m here to say that it don’t matter where your from to get it right
Don’t have to be someone’s special thing to get it right
Haters take their joy in their hatin’ boy oh boy who’s to blame?
Button up their coat, kiss them on the cheek, send them on their way
Pedestals were meant for statues of the dead aint’ that right?
If your still alive why not act like your alive tonight
They’ve bled you dry you didn’t even take the time to ask them why
Fetch them all a drink, toast to love and life, send them on their way
Let who’s left sing Hallelujah; You can bring it, bring in too them
Let us all sing Hallelujah; gonna bring it, bring it too ya
I’m sure you’ve wondered why that you even bother try to work it out?
You stand there all alone and your eyes are tightly closed, and your collar takes your chin, should you quit fore’ you begin to work it out
As your set unfolds they carry on as though you don’t exist
Close your eyes and sing, do your special thing , send them on their way
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The Devil
04:04
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The Mirror
06:04
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The Chase
03:32
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The Cost
07:05
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Sellout
04:18
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Have you no shame my little babe, some people say you’ll never have the balls to drive a race car
You’re a fake, you’re a sham, you pulled up to the gig in your brand new van
You’re the pimp and the whore, you’ll play the same old crap that you’ve played before
It’s such a joke, that whiskey hoax, hillbilly girl don’t have no curl and sequin dresses
It’s a fake, it’s a sham, you’re being nailed to the wall and its all for the man
It’s a damn cryin’ shame but I guess you were scared to caught in the rain
I wanna band that just rolled out of bed, don’t give a damn what their critics just said
To hell with the pay they are already bled, like they’re beggin for coffee and one roll of bread
Got a Phd in trickery, everyone can see, that gosh golly gee is just of put on
No way, you’re the man, that you’re daddy raised sure he’s rollin’ in his grave
Give my best, to your balls, and the spine that you lost when you jumped on that bus
The weasel knows, talk to the crows, carrion tastes best, can you digest what they are servin’
Yeah it smells, and you know, but you stay cause you paid to get into the show
An you’ll come, back again, cause the wifi is free and you think it’s the scene
Had enough, of the same? Need more wig wearin’ men acting out their dreams
Let the dead have their rest, let the fresh air in and away with the pests.
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Wise Jennings Lyons, Wisconsin
We sound like a Punk, rockabilly, Alt-Americana, Outlaw Country burrito if there was such a thing and you could listen to it
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