Album cuts
Left My Windows Down
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
This storm cloud’s following me all over town.
I’m getting sick and tired of you bringing me down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
The wind blowing by makes an eerie sound.
All I wanna do is stay inside and frown.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
I’m tired of working with a bunch of clowns.
Somebody come save me before I drown.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Couldn’t hear the movie, ‘cause it wasn’t in surround.
Just lock me in a cell all tied up and bound.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Think I’m gonna take me a trip to the pound.
Just might buy me a big blood hound.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Went to get my wallet from the lost and found.
Some hippie stole my money, ‘cause he’s on the rebound.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Ranger’s lost the game on the pitcher’s mound.
Didn’t help they couldn’t hit the ball that’s round.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
My baby wants me to buy her wedding gown.
But it couldn’t be white, it would have to be brown.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Princess wants to add another jewel to her crown.
I’mma rip it off her head and stomp that shit in the ground.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Damn, my butt’s gonna get all wet…
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It Don't Feel Right (If it Ain't All Wrong)
Well it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
Sometimes it feels like I can’t go on
Never on time, always a buck or two short
I’m all messed up and I’m here to report
That it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
Sometimes I think all my sense is gone
I’m picking fights for no reason and it’s got me believin’
That it might be time to get along
Well I never can seem to get to work on time
Late twice this week already, once more and I’m fired
Paycheck’s gone even before it hits my wallet
All that I own barely fills up my pockets
And it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
All I care about is my guitar and my songs
Priorities outta synch sure puts me on the brink
Of getting’ up and movin’ on
Well it don’t feel right if ain’t all wrong
Stop and ask myself what’s going on
I don’t understand why I was dealt this hand
All I wanna do is grow up to be a man
And it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
Just put me on a stage and let me sing my song
One of these days I’m gonna get away
Get a grip and try to move on
I know it’s messed up, but what can I say
Things don’t seem right when they’re all squared away.
Maybe I’ll learn from the mistakes I’ve made
But for now all I know is this dull, aching pain.
And it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right.
Well it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right.
And it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right.
Well it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong.
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Hey, Mike!
I live with this guy, he's got a funny voice.
He's a yankee like no other, man, and if I had the choice,
I'da raised him down in Texas, and not in Springfield, Mass.,
And taught him how to talk without that stick stuck up his ass.
Hey, Mike! Say "Hotdog."
"Weiner."
Hey, Mike! Say "Funnel Cake."
"Fried dough."
Hey, Mike! Say "Coke."
"It's called soda!"
I swear this guy talks like an alcoholic Yoda.
Now my blood is red, but that yankee's is blue.
He puts on his sneakers and I tie my tennis shoes,
To flag down the ice cream man, you know it can be hard,
With this fool runnin' out the house screamin', "Stop the ding-dong cart!"
Hey, Mike! Say "Pasta."
"Noodles."
Hey, Mike! Say "Y'all."
"You's guys."
Hey, Mike! Say "Yonder."
"O'er der!"
You know this guy's goofy, look at how he cuts his hair.
The moral of this story is sad, but it's true,
You gotta stop them yankee's from talking to you.
They come from the North, raise hell in the South.
Next time he talks, I think I'll punch him in the mouth.
Go home, go home.
Go home, you damn yankee, go home.
I said go home, go home.
Go home, you damn yankee, go home.
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Arlington
Sunday afternoon, nothing better to do, I decided to take a little drive.
I took Randoll Mill down to West Green Oaks, pack of smokes and a Dr. Pepper by my side.
Soon I found myself at the old apartments, where my mama raised me by herself.
They sure look a little bit smaller now than they did when I was just a kid, in Arlington.
It was Arlington where mom worked two jobs, just trying to make the ends meet.
I never did have any $90 shoes, but me and Danny always had stuff under the tree.
I was just boy then so I don’t know, if I ever really told her thanks.
Well mom I’m saying it now, the best way I know how, with a song about you raising me, in Arlington.
It was Arlington, where my brother was born.
It was Arlington, where Grandpa died.
No, Arlington ain’t never done me wrong,
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
Next thing I know, I’m on Arkansas, at my Grandma’s old restaurant.
You can’t tell now what a great place this was, ‘cause now it’s just another rundown pub.
Carmello’s was where I got my first job, bussing tables for minimum wage.
Now it’s gone, but my memory’s not, and thing’s will never be the same, in Arlington.
Headed down California Lane, pulled in the front of my first school.
They’ve added a wing and the parking lot grew, this ain’t the Short Elem. I once knew.
There’s a new playground, and the gravel’s been paved, there ain’t no one there to pick on me.
Then a storm started brewing, so I got back to rolling down the streets and old memories, of Arlington.
It was Arlington, where my brother was born.
It was Arlington, where Grandpa died.
No, Arlington ain’t never done me wrong,
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
On Chantilly Lane lived a browned haired girl, I met way back when I was six.
Stopped in to visit, but they said she left, and they don’t know if she’s ever coming back.
I asked them to tell her that I said hi, just in case she ever returned.
Now I wonder if she remembers me at all or what little time we shared, in Arlington.
Now I only lived there for a little while, we were gone by the time I hit 12.
10 years later and I still don’t know, why things work out the way they do.
Mom met this man, and she took his hand, and they moved us to another city.
Though my friends are gone, I guess life moves on, and I’ll always have my memories, of Arlington.
It was Arlington, where my brother was born.
It was Arlington, where Grandpa died.
No, Arlington ain’t never done me wrong,
Hope I did it justice with this simple little song.
Hope I did it justice with this simple little song.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
This storm cloud’s following me all over town.
I’m getting sick and tired of you bringing me down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
The wind blowing by makes an eerie sound.
All I wanna do is stay inside and frown.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
I’m tired of working with a bunch of clowns.
Somebody come save me before I drown.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Couldn’t hear the movie, ‘cause it wasn’t in surround.
Just lock me in a cell all tied up and bound.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Think I’m gonna take me a trip to the pound.
Just might buy me a big blood hound.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Went to get my wallet from the lost and found.
Some hippie stole my money, ‘cause he’s on the rebound.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Ranger’s lost the game on the pitcher’s mound.
Didn’t help they couldn’t hit the ball that’s round.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
My baby wants me to buy her wedding gown.
But it couldn’t be white, it would have to be brown.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Princess wants to add another jewel to her crown.
I’mma rip it off her head and stomp that shit in the ground.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Damn, my butt’s gonna get all wet…
****************************************
It Don't Feel Right (If it Ain't All Wrong)
Well it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
Sometimes it feels like I can’t go on
Never on time, always a buck or two short
I’m all messed up and I’m here to report
That it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
Sometimes I think all my sense is gone
I’m picking fights for no reason and it’s got me believin’
That it might be time to get along
Well I never can seem to get to work on time
Late twice this week already, once more and I’m fired
Paycheck’s gone even before it hits my wallet
All that I own barely fills up my pockets
And it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
All I care about is my guitar and my songs
Priorities outta synch sure puts me on the brink
Of getting’ up and movin’ on
Well it don’t feel right if ain’t all wrong
Stop and ask myself what’s going on
I don’t understand why I was dealt this hand
All I wanna do is grow up to be a man
And it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
Just put me on a stage and let me sing my song
One of these days I’m gonna get away
Get a grip and try to move on
I know it’s messed up, but what can I say
Things don’t seem right when they’re all squared away.
Maybe I’ll learn from the mistakes I’ve made
But for now all I know is this dull, aching pain.
And it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right.
Well it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right.
And it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right.
Well it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong.
****************************************
Hey, Mike!
I live with this guy, he's got a funny voice.
He's a yankee like no other, man, and if I had the choice,
I'da raised him down in Texas, and not in Springfield, Mass.,
And taught him how to talk without that stick stuck up his ass.
Hey, Mike! Say "Hotdog."
"Weiner."
Hey, Mike! Say "Funnel Cake."
"Fried dough."
Hey, Mike! Say "Coke."
"It's called soda!"
I swear this guy talks like an alcoholic Yoda.
Now my blood is red, but that yankee's is blue.
He puts on his sneakers and I tie my tennis shoes,
To flag down the ice cream man, you know it can be hard,
With this fool runnin' out the house screamin', "Stop the ding-dong cart!"
Hey, Mike! Say "Pasta."
"Noodles."
Hey, Mike! Say "Y'all."
"You's guys."
Hey, Mike! Say "Yonder."
"O'er der!"
You know this guy's goofy, look at how he cuts his hair.
The moral of this story is sad, but it's true,
You gotta stop them yankee's from talking to you.
They come from the North, raise hell in the South.
Next time he talks, I think I'll punch him in the mouth.
Go home, go home.
Go home, you damn yankee, go home.
I said go home, go home.
Go home, you damn yankee, go home.
****************************************
Arlington
Sunday afternoon, nothing better to do, I decided to take a little drive.
I took Randoll Mill down to West Green Oaks, pack of smokes and a Dr. Pepper by my side.
Soon I found myself at the old apartments, where my mama raised me by herself.
They sure look a little bit smaller now than they did when I was just a kid, in Arlington.
It was Arlington where mom worked two jobs, just trying to make the ends meet.
I never did have any $90 shoes, but me and Danny always had stuff under the tree.
I was just boy then so I don’t know, if I ever really told her thanks.
Well mom I’m saying it now, the best way I know how, with a song about you raising me, in Arlington.
It was Arlington, where my brother was born.
It was Arlington, where Grandpa died.
No, Arlington ain’t never done me wrong,
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
Next thing I know, I’m on Arkansas, at my Grandma’s old restaurant.
You can’t tell now what a great place this was, ‘cause now it’s just another rundown pub.
Carmello’s was where I got my first job, bussing tables for minimum wage.
Now it’s gone, but my memory’s not, and thing’s will never be the same, in Arlington.
Headed down California Lane, pulled in the front of my first school.
They’ve added a wing and the parking lot grew, this ain’t the Short Elem. I once knew.
There’s a new playground, and the gravel’s been paved, there ain’t no one there to pick on me.
Then a storm started brewing, so I got back to rolling down the streets and old memories, of Arlington.
It was Arlington, where my brother was born.
It was Arlington, where Grandpa died.
No, Arlington ain’t never done me wrong,
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
On Chantilly Lane lived a browned haired girl, I met way back when I was six.
Stopped in to visit, but they said she left, and they don’t know if she’s ever coming back.
I asked them to tell her that I said hi, just in case she ever returned.
Now I wonder if she remembers me at all or what little time we shared, in Arlington.
Now I only lived there for a little while, we were gone by the time I hit 12.
10 years later and I still don’t know, why things work out the way they do.
Mom met this man, and she took his hand, and they moved us to another city.
Though my friends are gone, I guess life moves on, and I’ll always have my memories, of Arlington.
It was Arlington, where my brother was born.
It was Arlington, where Grandpa died.
No, Arlington ain’t never done me wrong,
Hope I did it justice with this simple little song.
Hope I did it justice with this simple little song.