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Country girls are purdy, and country girls ain't dumb
they don't wanna get a beer with you, they're just looking for some fun
I got what you want babe, I'm not like the other guys
Just hop into my flatbed truck, and I'll take you for a ride
I'm a not for profit, prostitute, just doing it cuz i want to yeah
Givin it up for the common good, givin it up like a good man should
You can find me on the street, girl, in my jeans and cowboy boots
and if the cops ask what i'm doing, i just tell them the truth
I say I believe in freedom and the land of the free
so girls come to me and there ain't no fee, i give them some of that American dream
I'm a not for profit, prostitute, just doing it cuz i want to yeah
Givin it up for the common good, givin it up like a good man should
Come on baby i'm a 501c3
That's tax-deductible sweet whoopie
I'm a not for profit, prostitute, just doing it cuz i want to yeah
Givin it up for the common good, givin it up like a good man should
I'm a not for profit, prostitute, just doing it cuz i want to yeah
Givin it up for the common good, givin it up like a good man should
Givin it up for the common good, givin it up like a good man should
Givin it up for the common good, givin it up like a good man should
Givin it up for the common good, givin it up like a good man should
Givin it up for the common good, givin it up like a good man should
Givin it up for the common good, givin it up like a good man should
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Human Cat
02:59
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I used to dream I’d be an astronaut
Fly up high to the deep space spot
Collect samples up on Mars
Get up close to them shootin’ stars
I used to dream I’d be the president
Start a war, run the government
“Hail to the chief” wherever I’d go
Eatin free lunches in the Oval O.
But there’s more to life than dreaming big dreams
There’s hot summer nights and warm bowls of cream
There’s little shiny things you can’t help but touch
There’s a cool leather seat and your paw on the clutch
There’s a half-dead mouse on the lawn
Blink your eyes and the moment will be gone
You live for now you don’t live for then
You get nine lives you don’t get ten
You can curl up in a young girl’s lap
You can have yourself a little human cat nap
I used to dream of normal life
A job, a house, kids and wife
You can try to be something you ain't
Or you can live on the street and savor each day
Cuz there’s more to life than dreaming big dreams
There’s hot summer nights and warm bowls of cream
You can use your claws to climb up walls
You can clean yourself by licking your nuts
There’s a half-dead mouse on the lawn
Blink your eyes and the moment will be gone
I’m a cat born in a human’s body
I know I'm meant to be a cat to somebody
I’m a human cat in Tennessee
If you want a human cat please call me
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3. |
Creature Like You
03:36
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Well I was drinking Bud Light on the hood of my Ford
Sand between my toes
Good summer fun just me and my brothers
And you know how that goes
Now I'm a grown man, been 'round the block
I seen a thing or two
But when you stepped outta the water that day
I didn't know what to do
You took me by surprise
I don't understand but I'll damned well try
Hey you, what's the story
What're those things on your chest for
Your stuff's different from my stuff
And it's hard to ignore
I never seen a creature like you before
When you got two dads and you live in the desert
You learn to get real wild
Learn how to change tires, how to fire a gun
How to clone a human child
I thought I was a wiz
But they tell me you're a woman and i don't know what that is
Hey you, what's the story
What're those things on your chest for
You got two legs and a human face
But there should be something more...
I never seen a creature like you before
[It's the year 2319
We all lost the war with the big machines
They keep the sexes separate just to keep us in line]
But I'm trying to fight that sad look in your eyes
Hey you, what's the story
What're those things on your chest for
You got two legs and a human face
But there should be something more
Hey you, what's the story
Whatever happened to God's glory
Your stuff's different from my stuff
But it's hard to ignore
Honey, I never seen a creature like you before
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4. |
The Rest Stop Song
04:10
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Drivin' down the road with a beer in my hand
Got them highway blues
So I pull off at Exit 12
Just trying to eat some food
Nothing special but it does me right
Can't wait to see the parking lots
And pretty lights
You can keep your fancy stores and restaurants
'Cause the rest stop's got everything I need
Dinner, a shitter, and a dozen TVs
Girl at the Starbucks to fix me a drink
Man with a broom to clean up my stink
Fancy folks like their clubs and pop-up shops
Me? I like a rest stop
Doors slide open and I stroll in
I might as well be home
Blonde at the BK shoots me a grin
She's seen me here before
Burger and fries 'neath the heat lamp's glow
Takes away my worries
And my country woes
When life gets rough, I know where I can cool my heels
Now sometimes life can be unfair
Your store closes down
The President don't care
Just fill up your flask
Rev up your truck and drive
Meet me by the Roy Rogers sign
'Cause the rest stop's got everything I need
Dinner, a shitter, and a dozen TVs
Girl at the Starbucks to fix me a drink
Man with a broom to clean up my stink
Fancy folks like their clubs and pop-up shops
You can keep your Le Pain Quotidien and your mom-and-pops
Me? I like a rest stop
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