Ryan Bingham How Shall A Sparrow Fly

Oh how shall a sparrow fly,

Or have the heart to sing?

If all she can do is cry,

About her broken wings?

Oh how shall a sparrow fly,

If weather sleeps in vain?

Or keep her feathers dry,

Under clouds of death and rain?

Oh how shall a sparrow fly,

And find her one true love?

If all she can do is lie around,

And dream of white tail doves?

Oh how shall a sparrow fly,

Or have the heart to sing?

If all she can do is cry,

About her broken wings?

Ryan Bingham Dollar A Day

Well I’ve been workin in the goddamn sun

With just for a dollar a day

Been workin for a dollar a day

I’ve been workin for a dollar a day

Man I never understand why all my money

Goes down to man at the bank

And all he does is sit and think

About the money that I’m gonna make

And all of my brothers well their jumpin on planes

And they going off fighting in wars

They are lowered on a desert shore

Fighting for my freedom and a little bit of oh

Man it sure does cost well a whole lot of money

Well to live in the land of the free

Well I think I’ll go and plant me a seed

Grow a marijuana money tree

Well then I’m gonna head down to south louisiana

With a guitar on my back

Corn bread and a gunny sack

Maybe uncle sam’ll cut me some slack

I’ve been digging in the rock since five o’clock

And my calluses is cut to the bone

Well the soles in my shoes is worn

Cuz I’ve been diggin in the rocks since dawn

Well I’ve been workin in the goddamn sun

With just for a dollar a day

I’ve been workin for a dollar a day

Ryan Bingham Day Is Done

Let your mammas cry when the trains roll at night

Let the wildfires fly with the soul of child

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When the day is done, I was born a bad man’s son.

When the day is done, I was born a bad man’s son.

Let the coyotes cry, underneath heaven’s eyes,

Never speak of death, cause only life can rest.

[Chorus: Repeat]

Will you save the last dance, will you give the boy a chance,

Before you wave your flag and he dies in Iraq.

Ryan Bingham The Road I’m On

I don’t even know where I’ve been

Until I’m up and I’m gone again

Forever traveling this road I’m on

How long can I sing the blues?

Ain’t worth what I have to loose

Paying up these god damn dues

On the road I’m on

[Chorus]

Oh baby, it’s late at night, I see something in my headlights

Ain’t nothing but where I’ve gone

And the road I’m on,

I’ve been looking like a heart attack

But in the mirror I can’t look back

Now I that I made new tracks

On the road I’m on

Somebody just pass me something to smoke

I need to laugh but I’m out of joke

Just take me one more talk for road I’m on

[Chorus]

Oh baby, it’s late at night, I see something in my headlights

Ain’t nothing but where I’ve gone

And the road I’m on,

The road I’m on

There’s something wrong with the telephone

There’s nowhere for the chord to go

…I’m headed home, the road I’m on.

Ryan Bingham Hey Hey Hurray

Hey hey what can you say you might head out to California

Think you got you something to say, who knows who cares anyway

Oh no don’t make a stand you might piss off the government man

He might put a pistol in your hand, put you on a boat to go play in the sand

Sand castles in the sky, Jimmy’s gonna play when I die

Face first in the mud, don’t talk back cause he’s got a gun

On the road driving fast, see how long your heart can last,

Can that gypsy see your past, save your ass from the devils wrath

Hell no, I won’t go, I’m gonna roll bones with the devil you know,

Take all of his silver and gold, put it in the hands of the poor folks

Hey hey what can you say, is Wal-Mart squeezing out your brain,

Whipping your ass with a restaurant chain, pumping that poison in your

Vein,

Tell the blind that they will see, but they can’t afford that pharmacy,

Cut ’em down if they don’t agree, do you really care what a sick man

Needs

Down on the ground you freaked out clown, can’t be saying them

Things out loud,

Better off turning that smile to a frown, hands on your head till you

All calm down

Hey hey what do you say,

Is everybody scared of the man these days,

Scared to be you, scared to be me,

Scared to believe that you can see,

People in need, dying of disease

Oh know where do you go, blisters on your feet with your frozen toes,

Preacher man trying to save your soul, teaching you things you

Already know

Hey hey what can you say, the cops will taser all of your brains,

Can’t be saying those crazy things, ain’t enough money

In change these days,

Corporate money singing jing a ling, won’t you believe

In the president’s ways,

Give your rights away and say hurray

Hey hey what can say, they pulled the plug on your membrane,

Back to the streets with dope to blame, putting your voice back in it’s place

Hey hey what can you say, you think that they can change their ways,

I bet they can if they get paid, Prozac will come save the day

Hey hey what can you say, the big man spends your hard earned pay,

Yellow brick roads have turned to clay, choking blue collars to a dollar a

Day

Hey hey what can say, shut your mouth or get the way,

Speak your mind or go insane, it’s a choice that you can make

How long can you get a long, do ya really need to drop them bombs,

Write your words down on a bong, roll that joint and smoke this song

Ryan Bingham Junky Star

The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm.

I shot ’em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in his car.

So on the run with a smokin’ gun, lookin’ for the coast.

Of all the things I’ve had and lost, your love I miss the most.

And hell will have to pay, I went a little bit too far I’d say.

Half drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar.

Sleepin’ on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars.

For when I woke a spanish cross, was reachin’ for my hand.

Then the stranger took the place, the words I couldn’t understand.

And there’s nothin’ but the ground, it’s the only place I found.

Where I can lay my head in town.

Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change.

Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin’ in the rain.

So borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side.

I told God that the whole damn world was waitin’ in line to die.

But not me, this time.

I left the trouble far behind.

And he tied his arm off one more time.

The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm.

Ryan Bingham Snow Falls In June

If the snow falls in June

And leaves no excuses for summer

The sky fades from blue

And steals your light of day

Share with me your wounds

And open up your window to wonder

There’s a helpless tune

That I could help you sing

If you ever call my name, I’ll come running

When your sorrow sings in pain, I’ll be there

If you ever feel a change in your weather

Take shelter with me here

My dear

If the snow is falling in June

If ever you lose

Whatever turns your tears into laughter

And the bridge is broke in two

Your love has lost the way

Just hand me over your blues

Break away the bad from your burden

Settle into your shoes

Let me tie your strings

If you ever call my name, I’ll come running

When your sorrow sings in pain, I’ll be there

If you ever feel a change in your weather

Take shelter with me here

My dear

If the snow is falling in June

My love for you is true

Without you I’m a shipwreck abandoned

Your my lady in the moon

A blanket made of stars

If you ever call my name, I’ll come running

When your sorrow sings in pain, I’ll be there

If you ever feel a change in your weather

Take shelter with me here

If you ever call my name, I’ll come running

When your sorrow sings in pain, I’ll be there

If you ever feel a change in your weather

Take shelter with me here

My dear

If the snow is falling in June

Ryan Bingham Roadhouse Blues

I’ve been paying them road house dues

Since I was a young boy

Drifting and ramblin’ with my old man

Searching around for that West Texas oil

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Well ain’t nobody know

Where I’m gonna go

Ain’t nobody know these here gypsy roads

Straight out them bad lands well I come a runnin

Out of New Mexico

Eighteen wheelers and freight trains and pump jacks

Well hell I rode upon

[Chorus: repeat]

Mr. Armadillo don’t stand in my way

I ain’t gonna stick around here

I don’t know why I can’t fly this gypsy ride

On out the cosmic cowboy atmosphere

Ryan Bingham Depression

If I held my breath in the morning

Would I wake up for a lifetime

Lose my job in this depression

Well I don’t care cause I got your love

In this depression

All I need is you

In this depression

What is there to lose

If I held your hand in this town

They would lock me up for possession

But now they’re strung out on heroin

And we’ve gone out to California

In this depression

Breaks my heart in two

In this depression

All I need is you

I could make some friends down at the courthouse

Get bailed out and go on welfare

Id rather lay down in a pine box

Then to sell my heart to a fucking wasteland

In this depression

Its just me and you

In this depression

What are we to do

In this depression

Breaks my heart in two

In this depression

All I need is you

If I held my breath in the morning

Would I wake up in a new land

Follow you forever

Dance all night in this depression

In this depression

In this depression

In this depression

In this depression

Ryan Bingham Country Roads

Do you really think you know,

Exactly where I stand,

Or did I just let you down,

When you found out I was just a poor man,

I might of took a few wrong turns,

Down a few wrong roads,

Wound up in a few wrong towns,

Where nobody cares or goes.

It ain’t that I can’t see,

Or find my way home,

It’s just that I like to breathe,

Out on country roads.

I’ve never been much on down town,

Or cared for a place to stay,

I know I’ll never wear a crown,

I’ll never be a king of slaves,

Wash my hands in the rain,

I’ve spent my time with the whiskey,

I’ll never give up on change,

Or give a damn if you will ever miss me.

It ain’t that I can’t see,

Or find my way home,

It’s just that I like to breathe,

Out on country roads.

I know I’ll never stick around.

I’ll never lose track of time,

Or worry about a little old town,

Or what I might of left behind,

I’ll just let the sun shine down,

I’ll just let them big wheels roll,

Keep on running around,

Big old country roads.

It ain’t that I can’t see,

Or find my way home,

It’s just that I like to breathe,

Out on country roads.