Uncle Kracker Further Down The Road

Half a mile outside Buloxi

Did I come or did I go

Seven sirens singin’ to me

Why I listen I don’t know

I got some smokes I got some coffee

My head is ready to explode

I’ll be makin’ my way further down the road

I’m not much for conversation

And I don’t care for playin’ games

I’ve heard all the hard luck stories

Man they all turn out the same

I’m the last lonely survivor

And I’m still carryin’ their load

I’ll be makin my way further down the road

I’ll be makin’ my way

I wanna get there some day

I’ll be makin’ my way

Past the one eyed Jocks layin’ rail road tracks in my soul

I’ll be makin’ my way

I wanna get there some day

I’ll be makin’ my way

Past the one eyed Jacks layin’ rail road tacks in my soul

Sometimes I wake up with a fever

Then I just have another beer

I’d like to wake up to a new life

A million miles away from here

But I got Beam instead me chasin’

And I live by the legend’s code

I’ll be makin’ my way further down the road

I’ll be makin’ my way further down the road

Uncle Kracker Better Days

85 miles out of Nashville, thinking about the way things change

Try an keep it by the reigns

I’m a lone drifter, big money flipper

Take anything you got on the rocks in a snifter

I missed her in Kentucky, went down to Louisiana

I never had no loving like I had in Alabama

A man of my word and out to hurt nobody

I’m just a MC to keep the boogie in the party

Been sittin lodi dodi since 84 and

I’ll be sitting lodi dodi till I’m eighty four

I couldn’t ask for more, life’s been sweet

So you can save the planet I’ll save your seat

I’ve been gone for weeks, I ain’t slept in days

I can’t find myself in this self made maze

It’s been so long since I’ve been fine

I’m just trying to see the bottom of this bottle of wine

And I know I’ll see better days

Well I know you’ll see things my way

I never thought about change until

Spend a little time where time stood still

Been looking for a mill, but I keep coming up shy

I been a broke fool, I ain’t trying to be that guy

Wanna ride like lightning, roll like thunder

I’m trying to get some money I ain’t getting any younger

At times I wonder at, at times I won’t

Sometimes I give a fuck, but most times I don’t

Don’t, don’t even care

Through stained glass windows these eyes stare

I try to stay straight but it’s kicking my ass

Everytime I look ahead I get a glimpse of the past

I sit half mass like a soldier’s flag

That’s why my left leg limp’s and my Dickies sag

It’s been so long since I’ve been fine

I’m just trying to see the bottom of this bottle of wine

And I know I’ll see better days

Well I know you’ll see things my way

And I know I’ll see better days

Well I know you’ll see things my way

Well I been all around this crooked land

I came across all walks, I shook Jim Beam’s hand

I got no plans and no place to go

It keeps getting harder to just say no

I see the people laugh and people cry

That’s how some live and that’s how some die

Well me, myself I’m gonna sit right here

And I’m a watch this this world break down in tears

All my fears and dark gray skies

Couldn’t crack my smile or break my stride

Got too much pride, I got too much shout

I might be down, but I still ain’t out

Got to much time and that’s all I have

When I leave this world I’ll still be sad

It’s been so long since I’ve been fine

I’m just trying to see the bottom of this bottle of wine

And I know I’ll see better days

Well I know you’ll see things my way

And I know I’ll see better days

Well I know you’ll see things my way

Uncle Kracker Nobody’s Sad On A Saturday Night

Working all week can make a grown man cry.

But nobody’s sad on a Saturday night.

So throw some cheap sunglasses on your blood shot eye’s

Cause nobody’s sad on a Saturday night.

[Chorus:]

Some Johny Cougar, some southern comfort

Winner’s and loser’s we got each other

The world looks better in neon lights

Cause nobody’s sad on a Saturday night.

Tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine

Nobody’s sad on a Saturday night.

I’ll leave out the part where she said Good Bye

Cause nobody’s sad on a Saturday night.

It goes whoah whoah here we go rock&roll rodeo

[Chorus]

It goes whoah whoah here we go rock&roll rodeo

Some Johny Cougar some southern comfort

Winners or looser’s we got each other

The world looks better in neon lights

Cause nobody’s sad on a Saturday night.

Some Hank Jr. some southern comfort

I see you dancing babe I got your number

The world looks better in neon lights

Cause nobody’s sad on a Saturday night

[Chorus]

Uncle Kracker Another Love Song

I hear a lot of records on the radio

A lot of love songs

They make me sing along

I sing straight from my heart right into yours

Complete with cliche and metaphor you heard before

It’s ringin’ in my head because it rings true

I know you’re missin’ me

Like I been missin’ you

And I can never get enough

No never get enough of a good thing

Does the world really need another love song?

Another “you don’t know how much I miss you when you’re gone”

Another “I don’t know if I can live without you”

Another “baby you, baby oh…” oh I don’t think I’ll ever know

I-I-I-I-I love you

Another love song

I-I-I-I-I do

Another love song

Time and time again we need a little break

From the give and take

We make the same mistakes

I know I’ve never been the one to let my feelings show

And I guess in that regard I’m really not alone

We could all use a push and when it comes to shove

We sing of life and love and a lack thereof

But with a little bit of luck we could never get enough of a good thing

Does the world really need another love song?

Another “you don’t know how much I miss you when you’re gone”

Another “I don’t know if I can live without you”

Another “baby you…” oh I…

Does the world really need another love song?

Another “you don’t know how much I miss you when you’re gone”

Another “I don’t know if I can live without you”

Another “baby you, baby…” oh I don’t think we’ll ever know

I-I-I-I-I love you

Another love song

I-I-I-I-I do

Another love song

My brown-eyed girl, give it away

Just give me some of that Marvin Gaye

Dobie Gray’s a good place to start

Go ahead and take a little piece of my heart

So does the world really need another love song?

Another “you don’t know how much I miss you when you’re gone”

Another “I don’t know if I can live without you”

Another “baby you, baby oh, baby ooh, baby…”

Does the world really need another love song?

Another “you don’t know how much I miss you when you’re gone”

Another “I don’t know if I can live without you”

Another “baby you, baby…” oh I don’t think I’ll ever know

I-I-I-I-I love you

Another love song

I-I-I-I-I love

Another love song

I-I-I-I-I love you

Another love song

I-I-I-I-I love you

Another love song

Uncle Kracker Steaks And Shrimp

Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

Uh huh and you don’t stop

Uh huh and you don’t stop

Uh huh and you don’t stop

Uh huh and you don’t stop

We in this Great Lakes state

Eatin steaks ‘n shrimp

It’s kinda hard to miss the crew

Because we all got limps

We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons

The super saggy rags and the white trash connection

No flexin, huh, know what I mean

You can feel us fool, we don’t need to be seen

It’s all about the green, not the drugs we be takin

That shits free with an LP in circulation

And we be wastin time

Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes

It’s all good times, thank the lord

For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud

We’re tearin up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns

Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin

Don’t blink and don’t think we’re soft

Hide your money and your gold and don’t express your thoughts

We get mad props, wreck all shops

Puttin stops on crews

They get confused and lose, that’s what we do

Styles stem from pioneers

Leavin suckers in awe

And you get jawed for lookin queer

Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall

That’s Top Dog callin out each and every one of y’all

You get balls, you come and talk that shit

But Top Dogs camp ain’t nothin to fuck with

And don’t say we didn’t warn ya

I got this Detroit thang with more love that California

Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips

Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp

I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze

And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea

A wee bit shy, but I comply by me

And I’m a mean mother fucker when I have to be

Got young g’s with sleeves and thieves on hold

Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold

I told…you ho’s you can’t fuck with these cause

I make more papers then trees

See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria

You fuckin with Top Dog

Your fuckin with family

No I ain’t feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear

Any time you see me you should stand clear

You see me in my Lincoln

I’m in the clubs drinkin

Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin

You can check me, but that shit don’t slide

You can get your life took tryin to take my pride

You ride with who, man that shit ain’t big

I roll with dogs that’ll rock your wig

And got gigs all money

Detroit to Portland

Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin

Your nothin of importance, I don’t sweat you

Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you

I’m all about the everyday nothin at all

See I’m not doin very much, I’m just havin a ball

I’m in bed by four, I’m up by noon

I might sit around, I might write me a tune

I might go fishi’ and again I might not

I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch

The watch on my wrist, that don’t even exist

A lot of pissed people from appointments that I’ve missed

I dissed everybody and their mom for spite

Cause everybody’s barkin, but nobody ever bites

Your talkin loud, sayin nothin

Get you dad, get your cousin

Go and get your boy cause he’s as big as a house

Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out

I’m the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states

I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates

I do big plates eight times a day

The crew be livin large at the seafood bay

Got a way with the world and now I’m lookin’ to scramble

Ain’t about to ass out on a no good gamble

Could handle anything, but I ain’t down for broke

So before somebody slides, somebody’s getting choked

I’m a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes

I lose a little love with everyday that passes

Ain’t a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary

I’m a very shy simplistic

And get this, some people say I changed

I’m the same mother fucker with the same old name

A little extra game and extra cash could see

You could fuck me, but don’t put it past me

You wanna bash me and got no reason

I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons

I ain’t a punk, I refuse to be

I live for what is, not what used to be

Your all up in the past, that’s ass

Hear what I say

I’m all about today and I’m a die that way

Bitch

Uncle Kracker What’chu Lookin’ At

747 11 come to bust

Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust

When trust is low and stakes are high

That’s all I ever did in Denver was die

That’s all I ever did in New York was die

That’s all I ever did in L.A. was die

So put em’ up, put em’ up to the sky

And wave goodbye to Miss American Pie

Cuz you been tellin’ lies, you took it all and abused it

Whatever happened to the feel good music?

Somewhere, somehow, someway, somebody pulled the plug

And left me sittin’ in a dirty little body

I gotta tell you baby life’s been good to me

And I know that makes you mad

Cuz that’s something you can’t see

I got everything I ever wanted

And I’ll never give that back

Oh I know you hate that fact

But you ain’t gotta look at me like that

I said you ain’t gotta look at me like that

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at

You run around pullin’ stunts like that

See never in my life could I front like that

I ain’t cut like that, I couldn’t run like that

I’m a keep it nonfiction and take my hat…uh

Remember back when things looked grim

I spent a lot of time and money on whims

I remember the crew, remember the good times

Remember the orange and I remember the sunshine

It’s all gone that’s a thing of the past

The fact remains that it moves real fast

So why you sit around hopin’ things might change

I’ll be sittin’ pretty singin’ Hey Pockey Way!

I gotta tell you baby life’s been good to me

And I know that makes you mad

Cuz that’s something you can’t see

I got everything I ever wanted

And I’ll never give that back

Oh I know you hate that fact

But you ain’t gotta look at me like that

I said you ain’t gotta look at me like that

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at

You’ll hear me comin’ hummin’ songs of redemption…huh

I’ve been oppressed for less that attention

I got your extension, but I’ll probably never call

Cuz this time last year you ain’t seen me in your crystal ball

And I’m uphauled by things you’ve done

Left a trail of wrongs and can’t account for one

Now you’re done and I’m glad but it’s a shame you’d waste it

You want this so bad you can taste it

Detroit love can you feel that…feel that

That’s stick an move can you feel that…feel that

I’m on the rack for the two triple zero

Full failure all American Hero

I gotta tell you baby life’s been good to me

And I know that makes you mad

Cuz that’s something you can’t see

I got everything I ever wanted

And I’ll never give that back

Oh I know you hate that fact

But you ain’t gotta look at me like that

I said you ain’t gotta look at me like that

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at

I’m here to tell you baby life’s been good to me

I know that makes you mad

Cuz that’s something you can’t see

I got everything I ever wanted

And I’ll never give that back

I know you hate that fact

But you ain’t gotta look at me like that

I said you ain’t gotta look at me like that

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at…

What’chu lookin at

Uncle Kracker Happy

You spark the stars, you wear a smile

Like every day’s your birthday

Summertime is in your eyes, even on a rainy Thursday

Look at you, spinning around

Like the world’s your merry-go-round

And there’s no stopping you now

Wherever you are, I hope that you’re laughing

Whoever you’re with, I hope that you’re having

The time of your life and everything’s right

Whatever you wish, I hope that you get it

When love walks in, I hope that you let it

And baby be glad when you look back at me

I’ll never be sad as long as you’re happy

You leave your mark on every heart

If no one ever tells ya

So paint your name on the rain

The world is your umbrella

Look at you spinning and spinning

Sometimes goodbye is just the beginning

Wherever you are, I hope that you’re laughing

Whoever you’re with, I hope that you’re having

The time of your life and everything’s right

Whatever you wish, I hope that you get it

When love walks in, I hope that you let it

Baby be glad when you look back at me

I’ll never be sad as long as you’re happy

Look at you, spinning around

Your feet don’t even touch the ground

Wherever you are, I hope that you’re laughing

Whoever you’re with, I hope that you’re having

The time of your life and everything’s right

Whatever you wish, I hope that you get it

When love walks in, I hope that you let it

Baby be glad when you look back at me

I’ll never be sad, I’ll never be sad

Wherever you are, I hope that you’re laughing

Whoever you’re with, I hope that you’re having

The time of your life and everything’s right

Whatever you wish, I hope that you get it

When love walks in, I hope that you let it

Baby be glad when you look back at me

I’ll never be sad as long as you’re happy

Uncle Kracker You’re Not Free

I remember you like it was yesterday

Remember the time you said you’d find me

I remember the songs that you used to play

I hear them still and it reminds me

My runaway you know you’ve gone wrong for so long

So glamorus at the outset

Now you’re almost done

You’re not free

You’re only lost

Time to get home

And count up the calls

Livin’ on dreams

That never were real

Get down to the touch

Because you can’t feel

You’re not free

You’re only lost

Prayin’ to God

You’ve broken the chains

One day you’ll look back

And think of my name

All of your friends

Pretend you’re the best

They run you around

But they could care less

They’ll never see

How good it could be

No man like me

They’ll never know

Just where it could go

You think you’re free

You’re not free

You’re only lost

Time to get home

And count up the calls

Livin’ on dreams

That never were real

Get down to the touch

Because you can’t feel

You stumbled

And you still don’t see it

The losers always think they can win

You’re never gonna wanna believe it

You think you’re gone

But I see ya yeah

You’re not free

You’re only lost

Time to get home

And count up the calls

Livin’ on dreams

That never were real

Get down to the touch

Because you can’t feel

You’re not free

You’re only lost

Time to get home

And count up the calls

Livin’ on dreams

That never were real

Get down to the touch

Because you can’t feel

You’re not free

You’re only lost

You’re not free

You’re not free

You’re not free

Uncle Kracker Heaven

[Kracker]

If Heaven ain’t alot like Detroit

I don’t wanna go

If Heaven ain’t alot like Detroit

I just a soon stay home

If they ain’t got no Eight Mile

Like they do up in the D

Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City

It would be about the same to me

It would be about the same to me

[Paradime]

Detroit city

From Aretha to Aaliyah

To Bob Segar to

Joe Louis n’ his arena and now me

Paradime the mic of overachievers

Smokin sewer caps bottom feeders and parking meters

A bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew and tattoos

So think twice before you pass through

Or get clapped through whack crews get hurt

We can take you for a ride (ride)

Or take you for your shirt (shirt)

I did it in the Bronx, I did in in Queens

And you can see me do it, do it, down in New Orleans

Fat backs and greens

I’m the scene of amazement

You’ll be picking all your teeth up from the fuckin pavement

Is that Kracker with a C

No Kracker with a K

Kracker mother fucker all God damn day

You could take Gratiot south, but that’s a real rough route

You’ll get found face down with your pockets hangin out

[Kracker]

If Heaven ain’t alot like Detroit

I don’t wanna go

If Heaven ain’t alot like Detroit

I just a soon stay home

If they ain’t got no Eight Mile

Like they do up in the D

Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City

It would be about the same to me

It would be about the same to me

[Kid Rock]

My name is…

My name is…

I’m going platinum

Back up in the mother fuckin saddle

You wanna battle Kid Rock bitch

Your up shit’s creek without a paddle

I’m no tattle because I do not snitch

I lick clits n’ drop cock n’ twats that spit

I spit like hicks and make hit’s for flom

And that’s what you call droppin bombs

Got a bullet head dick with a thirty aught six

And from a thousand yards I’ll hit ya right in the lips…shit

Motherfucker’s wanna talk about shining

Here’s four fingers kiss my fuckin diamonds

I keep climbing, but these charts ain’t shit

I’m a whinin, linin, rhymin, son of a bitch

I’m the son of shotguns unsung cry

And I’m the only MC that’ll never die

Cause if it’s real you’ll feel it so check for the name

Or look for the dog with the fade in the chain

Yeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh

[Kracker]

If Heaven ain’t alot like Detroit

I don’t wanna go

If Heaven ain’t alot like Detroit

I just a soon stay home

If they ain’t got no Eight Mile

Like they do up in the D

Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City

It would be about the same to me

It would be about the same to me

[Kracker]

Kracker’s the name double X in size

And I resid on the side were the sun rise

See I’ll never be touched because I’m outta reach

Call me Kracker just be fuckin up spots like bleach

Worst in my division I got bitches on the file

From the Mississippi River on back to Belle Isle

I got style, but it dosn’t show

I got more love for Detroit then you’ll ever know

I know cats that sling crack and cats that scrap

Cats that bust beer bottles over baseball caps

Cats that get drunk and like to spark up skull cats

They keep sawed off chillin up in the trunks

Whores an 44’s, scoops n’ blow Faygo bitch

We pound cans of Stroh’s

We run the mitten from the river way up to the farms

That’s why we get these fuckin D’s tattooed on our arms

[Kracker]

If Heaven ain’t alot like Detroit

I don’t wanna go

If Heaven ain’t alot like Detroit

I just a soon stay home

If they ain’t got no Eight Mile

Like they do up in the D

Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake City

It would be about the same to me

It would be about the same to me

Uncle Kracker Writing It Down

I was born on the cold side of the mountain

I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed

How I start here

And how I end there

That is the part I ain’t worked out yet

Every day I climb a little bit higher

Every night I learn something new

I’m writing it down

In case I forget

One day it’ll be my story for you

[CHORUS:]

On every page you will know how much I love you

In every line you will see how much I care

With every word we’ll grow a little closer

Even though we both know I can’t be there

That’s why I’m writing it down down down down down

Ohhhhhhhh I’m writing it down

For you and for me

And for the whole wide world to read

Ohhhhhhhh I’m writing it down

All my life I’ve been hoping and praying

For my time to finally arrive

To put down this pen

To say it’s the end

And wake up back home with you by my side

[REPEAT CHORUS]

I was born on the cold side of the mountain

I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed

How I start here

And how I end there

That is the part I ain’t worked out yet