1. |
Reminder
04:06
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCldCFD-Tdo&t=2s
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2. |
Hole in a Ship
03:07
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Water come in, water go out
Bottom of a ship like a whale's spout
Started with a leak, now we're in the flow
Be too late before anybody knows
Everybody lookin for someone to blame
Always pointin' fingers, always namin' names
If you're never held accountable for anything you did
Have you even lived?
Story about a famine, story about a feast
Story about a belly or was that one about the beast?
Hey, listen to the victim, listen to the gun
Consider the source as a rule of thumb
Everybody lookin for someone to blame
Always pointin' fingers, always namin' names
If you're never held accountable for anything you did
Have you even lived?
Someone wake your captain up and tell 'im that you're sinkin'
Water water everywhere but ain't nobody drinkin'
Ship set out for to sail the sea
Now it's Davey Jones' locker thanks to little ol' me
Everybody lookin for someone to blame
Always pointin' fingers, always namin' names
If you're never held accountable for anything you did
Have you even lived?
Everybody lookin for someone to blame
Always pointin' fingers, always namin' names
If you're never held accountable for anything you did
Have you even lived?
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3. |
The Root
04:15
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There's a guy on my street has a sign in his tree and the sign says "Trump."
The Paul Bunyan in me wants to chop that tree down to a stump
The Donald Trump in me wants to hate that guy who I don't even know
The Jesus in me wants to love everybody and let this one go
If you want to get to the root of something
You can't chop it down
You have to dig in the ground
You can't chop it down
If you want to get to the root of something
Well, that's gonna take work
You get down on your knees and put your hands in the dirt
Now that guy on my street has a statue of Mary right there on his lawn
Each time I walk past I think hard on the contrast: All of the love in a mother's arms
The Catholic in me want to say a prayer. The Agnostic in me isn't sure if he cares
The Jesus in me says forgive him, he don't have a clue
If you want to get to the root of something
You can't chop it down
You have to dig in the ground
You can't chop it down
If you want to get to the root of something
Ya might have to risk getting hurt
You get down on your knees and put your hands in the dirt
You get down on your knees
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4. |
Bible Belt
03:51
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When I was raised, they had a bible in one hand and a leather belt in the other. "Spare the rod, spoil the child." You obeyed your father and mother, 'cause this world don't owe you nothing, child. There ain't no guarantees. Give it all you've got, 'cause it'll take whatever it pleases.
Every Sunday morning, I was told what to fear. I never could understand. When I turned 18, man, I disappeared like a fist when you open your hand. And this world don't owe me nothin', boys. There ain't no guarantees. I'll give it all I've got and it'll take whatever it pleases.
Nothing's fair in love and war.
Nothing's fair at all.
The minute you're born, you're already dying.
The same fate waits for us all
There are them who have good luck all their lives. Other people don't. Some think their money will get them to heaven. Other folks know that it won't, 'cause this world don't owe you nothin' at all. There ain't no guarantees. So give it all you've got. It'll take whatever it pleases.
Ya give it all you've got. And it'll take whatever it pleases.
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5. |
Momma's Gotta Point
03:33
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Momma said "Boy, don't you point your finger"
She said it's not polite to do
Momma say a bad feeling is gonna linger
More than any other thing you might say or do
Unto others you should be the best that you can be
The whole time momma was teaching her lesson
She was pointing her finger at me
"God dammit, kid" she said, "don't you take the Lord's name in vain."
"Jesus Christ!" I thought to myself, ya know a guy can't hardly win
She don't do hate, she don't do jealousy
She only wants good for you
She's kind to her friends, kinder to her enemies
My momma done give the devil his due
Unto others you should be the best that you can be
The whole time momma was teaching her lesson
She was pointing her finger at me
My face was getting red and I was feeling all outta joint
When the thought went through my head, "Hey, maybe momma's gotta point."
I said, "Momma? You know I love you momma, but you've got your poor boy confused."
That is when she said, "Now listen up, kid. Do as I say. Not as I do."
Unto others you should be the best that you can be
"I may have one finger pointing at you, child, but there's three more pointing at me."
Yeah, there may be one finger pointing at you
But there's three more pointing right back at me
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6. |
(Don't Get) Sick
02:28
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7. |
Grandpa's Purple Heart
03:51
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My grandpa rarely talked about the war
Grandpa used to say, "You gotta leave room for criticism."
Grandpa used to say that he liked grandma best
Grandpa use to say, "If you eat that tomato it will put hair on your chest."
But my grandpa rarely talked about the war
Grandpa used to make things out of wood
Grandpa used to take his time on a back roads country drive
Grandpa played harmonica with me and my band until he died at age 79
And my grandpa rarely talked about the war
Grandpa fought in World War II - the sequel to the War to End all Wars
I loved him and respected him for sure
So I never pressed him hard to tell me more
And my grandpa rarely talked about the war
I can not imagine what it was like for him to be in the Pacific on that day
My grandpa took a bullet in the leg
Crawled behind a tree until the medics came
And he said to me, "Ya know that tree is why I'm standing here today."
And that anecdote was typically all my grandpa'd have to say
I loved him and respected him for sure
So I never pressed him hard to tell me more
But that bullet wound on his ankle was not the only scar
Grandpa rarely talked about the war
But grandpa used to say, "You gotta leave room for criticism."
Grandpa was a jack of all trades
And he told a silly joke about Mister Bates and his son, Master Bates
But the memory I have of him that speaks volumes to me now
ya know my grandpa, he rarely talked about the war
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8. |
School
02:49
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When my mom and dad were young they went to school
And for teachers they had nuns
Priests and nuns
And for discipline those teachers all had rulers
They would slap their hands and butts
And buddy, tell you what
I don't ever wanna fuck with a nun
When I was young I went to school
I had art and music classes
And even some gymnastics
And the only time I ever saw I gun
I was out hunting with my dad
No where near the cafeteria
And the only kid I knew who died
Had been in my homeroom class
He had lived for sixteen years with some disease
Children nowadays who go to school
Some will sue their underpaid teachers for looking at them sideways
They do other things that I could never do
And I don't understand
And you don't understand
And we could never understand
And their parents learn about it on the news
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9. |
Life Goes On
03:09
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Life Goes On
What else can life do?
And all the while
Death goes on, too
No matter who's right
No matter who's wrong
When the bombs go off
Life goes on
Rainbows are pretty
Cities are strange
Humans are wasteful
Some things never change
When the great war is over
And the water's all gone
And we're all six feet under
Life will go on
'Cause life goes on
Life Goes On
What else can life do?
And all the while
Death goes on, too
No matter who's right
No matter who's wrong
When the bombs go off
Life goes on
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Greg Klyma Arlington, Massachusetts
American songwriter, Greg Klyma is a purveyor of old school country and rock music. Influences include Tom Petty, Steve Earle, Bon Scott-era AC/DC, and Willie Nelson. If lyrics and melody take center stage in your musical world, welcome home!
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