Turnpike Troubadours Austin To Ashes

Sweet little girl, ever changin’

Change your ways

waste me away, again

You’re bettin’ on freedom

To find what you like

You’re headin’ for Austin

Ya ain’t comin’ back

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When I close my eyes

The same reckoning found

I wanna see Austin

Burnt to the ground

Drivin’ around, drive myself crazy

I feel I’m just wastin’ time

I pull hard for Austin broke down inside

It took two hundred miles

To change my mind

I turned it around

I turned on a dime

Austin to ashes

Fire in the sky

Faith in believin’

I’ve done everything but die

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Turnpike Troubadours 7 & 7

Back when you, when you were my darlin

I didn’t mind to lose a little sleep

I didn’t mind to do a little walkin

Reputation never meant that much to me

How do I find that old familiar feeling?

The one that carried me so many years ago

Fun was dominoes and 7Up and Seagram’s

Thing were simple then just movin nice and slow

Ain’t it strange?

Well, ain’t it strange?

Well I had no clue, I’d be the boy who

Your momma warned you about

Well I had no clue, I’d…be the boy who

Your momma warned you about

Well, that old scene is always comin to me

I see you standin with your husband and your child

And you’re a picture of strength, and grace and beauty

And me I’m just a fool in a super market aisle

Well I, well know hello would surly end up awkward

I never had the knack for talkin any way

You’re not the kind for bending over backwards

Smile and turn my shopping cart around and walk away

Ain’t it strange

Well, ain’t it strange

Well I had no clue, I’d be the boy who

Your momma warned you about

Well I had no clue, I’d be the boy who

Your momma warned you about

Ain’t it stange how well I knew you back when I was 17

Lovin you was easy babe but I was just a child

And these days you ain’t nothin just an interstate daydream

Folks were sleepin and we were runnin wild

And I still do my share of sleepin on the floor

Not sure if anybody knows me anymore

Well I had no clue, I’d be the boy who

Your momma warned you about

Well I had no clue, I’d be the boy who

Your momma warned you about

Turnpike Troubadours Unrung

Well I can tell you she’s a bad idea

For the good it would do

You got a Chevrolet as old as her

Hey you bought it new

(Mmm hmmm, nice to meet you ma’am)

Well I’ll be damned if she won’t let you

Leave her line of sight

With her left hadn closed on a yellow rose

Dying in the neon light

(Mmm hmmm, she’s something right?)

There’s a thousand things that I could say

But I just bite my tongue

And listen as the last note fades away

That bell can’t be unrung

He’s a hero of mine you know honey

They don’t make ’em like that no more

He’s a hero of mine you know honey

As if he wasn’t before

Oh a thousand things that I could say

But I just bite my tongue

And listen as the last note fades away

That bell can’t be unrung

Well I could tell you she’s a bad idea

For the good it would do

I could tell you she’s a mixed up girl

Hell she’s 22

She’s hanging on every word you say

Like a song yet to be sung

So we listen as the last note fades away

That bell can’t be unrung

So we listen as the last note fades away

That bell can’t be unrung

Turnpike Troubadours Long Hot Summer Day

Well I’m gonna pick up some of these empties Lord

As soon as I find where they lay

Tied off of them jolly and leaving lines

On a long hot summer day yea

For every day I workin’ on the Illinois River

Get a half a day off with pay

Oh tow boat pickin’ up barges

On a long hot summer day

Well I got me a gal in Pekin

She’s a good ole’ gal okay

Oh she’s sitting there waitin’ by a window fan

On a long hot summer day

For every day I workin’ on the Illinois River

Get a half a day off with pay

Oh tow boat pickin’ up barges

On a long hot summer day

Well last night we had pork for supper

And tomorrow it’ll be chicken consommè

And a fruit jar full a iced tea

On a long hot summer day. yea

For every day I workin’ on the Illinois River

Get a half a day off with pay

Oh tow boat pickin’ up barges

On a long hot summer day

Well we dropped a man off in Beardstown

When we got off yesterday

Gonna get off down in Alton

On a long hot summer day

For every day I workin’ on the Illinois River

Get a half a day off with pay

Oh tow boat pickin’ up barges

On a long hot summer day

For every day I workin’ on the Illinois River

Get a half a day off with pay

Oh tow boat pickin’ up barges

On a long hot summer day

For every day I workin’ on the Illinois River

Get a half a day off with pay

Oh tow boat pickin’ up barges

On a long hot summer day

Turnpike Troubadours Pipe Bomb Dream

Tonight we’re fighting in a losing war

Don’t even remember what we’re fighting for

Running on hope and gasoline

Got a real bad feeling it’s a pipe bomb dream

Well I did a little something for the brave and free

Now you gonna make a law against a boy like me

Took a few too many liberties

It’s a hard ass lesson to learn

Roll the dice just one more turn

Too heavy on the pedal and you crash and burn

Driving all night with a steady hand

Bringing a heavy rig home from the promised land

Oklahoma City by the morning sun

I ain’t never met a problem that I can’t outrun

I did a little something for the brave and free

Now you gonna make a law against a boy like me

Took a few too many liberties

It’s a hard ass lesson to learn

But I roll the dice just one more turn

Too heavy on the pedal and you crash and burn

Well I was riding high when the lights came on

I was 45 miles from the county line

Hit a jackpot once went back for more

From an old pipe dream to a cell block floor

Say it’s alright but you know it’s not

And you’re breaking up laws and you wind up caught

It’s everything or all for naught

It’s a hard ass lesson to learn

But I roll the dice just one more time

Too heavy on the pedal and you crash and burn

Too heavy on the pedal and you crash and burn

Turnpike Troubadours Good Lord Lorrie

Lorrie lit a cigarette and smiled and waved the smoke out of her face

With her black hair brown from the summer sun, green eyes looked around the place

Then she told me that she loved me and I grinned and grabbed her hand and said I know

Lets get from here now darlin’ if we’re goin’ lets go on and go

Well Lorrie said her family used to have a little money and they still act like they do

But your daddy don’t think I’m fit to sit in the same room with you

And if I ever set foot in Sevier County well your brother said he’d break my jaw

Here I stand with a dark haired daughter of southwest Arkansas

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And I’ve been learnin’ that believin’ and that barely breakin’ even

It’s just a part of life for you and me

And I’ve been livin’ with the loneliness, it’s got down in my bones I guess

It’s just another phase of being free

And I’ve been learnin’ how to lose a thing I never laid a hand on all along

Well good lord Lorrie, I love you, could it go more wrong

Well good lord Lorrie, I love you, could it go more wrong

Well D-Queens dry so I bought us both a bottle in downtown Broken Bow

Lorries got a buddy with a double wide trailer they were shaking dominoes

And I had good intentions ’til I had too many, I was stupid I suppose

You better put a little money where your mouth is boy and try to keep it closed

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Well Lorrie said I wonder what we ever went through all this trouble for

You ain’t half of who I thought you was and this ain’t fun no more

And her words cut clean through drunk and dark and dimmin’ doorway light

Well I’ve had all I can handle, hope you’re happy now, goodnight

Guess her folks were right, guess her folks were right

Well goodnight Lorrie, I love you, could it go more wrong

Well goodnight Lorrie, I love you, could it go more wrong

Turnpike Troubadours Down On Washington

Well you’re standing there

You Say life ain’t fair

Why don’t ya tell me something that I don’t know

Oh and man I’m sunk

Red faced and drunk

But there’s a reason I stayed up all night and begged you not to go

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Here I fear we’ve found ourselves a sticky situation.

It’s an awkward occupation disregarding right from wrong.

And you were down on Washington, dancing like the devil.

Oh and I am just a fool, but I have loved you all along

Well the everyday, it gets in the way

Of all the things, that we could be

Don’t ya understand, well I’m an honest man

But I would steal you in a heartbeat if the choice were up to me

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Well what happens little baby when I blow this town and ain’t nobody like you

Got a brand new high and lonesome, it’s a bad dream comin’ true.

Oh what’s a poor boy to do

[Chorus]

Yea well I am just a fool, but I have loved you all along.

Turnpike Troubadours The Housefire

I remember smelling smoke, I woke up I was choking

Lorrie grabbed the baby and we made it safe outside

She never missed a note, took a breath and cleared her throat

And wrapped him in a Carhart coat she found out in my ride

Next thing I remember, I was barefoot in December

When I hit the door again it really came alive

That was all she wrote, in a 30 second note

I got out with a photograph and my old auto 5

Lord knows that I’ve been blessed

I can stand up to the test

I can live on so much less, this much I been learning

Feeling a pounding in my chest

I’m fearful I’ll confess

How am I to get my rest? The house I built is burning

Well Lorrie called the volunteers, siren music to my ears

First I been glad to hear the flashing red and blue

Can’t repay the time they gave, there was nothing left to save

Shake all of their hands and wave they did all they could do

Lord knows that I’ve been blessed

I can stand up to the test

I can live on so much less, this much I been learning

Forgive my cowardice

I’m fearful I’ll confess

How am I to get my rest? The house I built is burning

We snuck away two nights ago, rode around the logging roads

We been stuck in a motor home about to fall apart

We finally made a go, got dealt a heavy blow

She said I’ll bet you make it, its a long way from your heart

Well I know that I’ve been blessed

I can make more out of less

I can get my rest in any bed that I lay down in

Got nothing holding me

Got a couple memories

A picture of the three of us, and my grandfather’s Browning

Turnpike Troubadours The Winding Stair Mountain Blues

Well I turned and shut my eyes

As you let the gravel fly

When I looked up you had cleared the driveway

You and your big cloud of dust

All your chrome and all your rust

Beggin’ to lay scattered on the highway

Well I have not forgotten when we may as well be kin

Raising hell from here to Bryan County

Wishing I could let you in

Give you shelter from the wind

But that hurricane ain’t coming down around me

Oh well you can curse your fiddle till it breaks down at the binding

Curse your locomotive off the rail

And all that trouble you’ve been looking for is easy in the finding

Well the devil’s into fine detail

Well I nearly took your lead

With your pistol and your speed

Shoot to kill and plan to be forgiven

But in between the mill

And whatever deer I kill

Truth be told I barely make a living

Oh well you can curse your fiddle till it breaks down at the binding

Curse your locomotive off the rail

And all that trouble you’ve been looking for is easy in the finding

Well the devil’s into fine detail

And you’re somewhere in the winding stair

Thinking you still got a trick or two

And you’re planning out your fight in the lantern light

But I don’t see this going well for you

No I don’t see this going well for you

Well the sheriff came last night

Is everything alright?

Ask for any help that I can give

No we had a falling out

Well then what’s this all about

They said the man who’s shot is gonna live

Oh well you can curse your fiddle till it breaks down at the binding

Curse your locomotive off the rail

And all that trouble you’ve been looking for is easy in the finding

Well the devil’s into fine detail

Well the devil’s into fine detail

Turnpike Troubadours Empty As A Drum

Well two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin politics

It was time to hit the bricks, it was time for me to go

And I was right there on the verge of pullin’ out my hair

Actin as though I could not care less and hopin’ she would show

Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin’ like a wreck

Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own

And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall

Holdin hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone

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Well I’m gonna give it one more minute, give me one more round of rum

Well I’m as empty as a drum, I’m as empty as a drum

Could you spare a cigarette, I hate to be a bum

But here’s to hopin’ she’ll still come, I’m too old to be this dumb, well I’m too old to be this dumb

Well I tell you that bartender, she’s a site to see

Aw you’d be envious of me, least you would if she was here

And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin’ for a fight

And it feels like that of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer

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When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar

Well I said hey now here you are, damn it darlin how are you and you kissed me

Said I can’t say that I’m great oh lord I hate it that I am late

Oh what a mess we got into