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My Kind of Barbecue
04:09
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My Kind of Barbecue
The snow is all melted, the warming sun I just felt it
And so I’m scrubbing the grill because you know I can’t help it
We’re doin’ chicken and steak and maybe ribs and a brisket
I’m gonna crack a cold case and all my friend’s gonna visit
Because it’s my kind it’s my kind it’s my kind of barbecue
You know it’s my kind it’s my kind it’s my kind of barbecue
in addition to sippin’, we got some cups that need flippin’
and we’re wishin’ we could always be dismissin’ the kitchen
I’m on a mission with rub, but I also lather it up
Go get’m Sweet Baby Ray, you know they can’t get enough
Because it’s my kind it’s my kind it’s my kind of barbecue
You know it’s my kind it’s my kind it’s my kind of barbecue
That’s right it’s my kind it’s my kind it’s my kind of barbecue
You know it’s my kind it’s my kind it’s my kind of barbecue
Hold on, I need a little more flavor, I need a little more flavor
Hold on, I need a little more flavor, ‘cause I need something to savor
I apply sauces with brushes, until it’s lucious
and even Hammer can’t touch this or do my recipes justice
I confess I leave the lid open, ‘cause you know that I’m hopin’
that all my neighbor’s come lookin’ at all the grub that I’m cookin’
CHORUS
Instrumental
Now that I’m thinkin’ that all this chicken is stickin’
I need to make a decision to finish what I envisioned
I’m yellin’ ‘Pam in the house! Is there any more PAM in the house?
I forgot the PAM in the house, oh well it’s still going down
So then I sip sip, then I poke poke, then I’m flippin’ it over
Take a sip sip, then I poke poke, then I’m flippin’ it over
I like to sip sip, then I poke poke, then I’m flippin’ it over
Then I step back while it (sizzle sound)
CHORUS
Na na, na na na na na...
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2. |
Welcome to the Sunshine
03:22
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Welcome to the Sunshine
I have breathed the darkest days
Oh how they clouded up my mind
I said I need to change my ways
And all it took was a little time
Welcome to the sunshine
that comes after the rain
Still lookin for a place to call my own
I’ve been lookin for a home
Welcome to the freedom
that comes after the chains
still lookin for a place to lay my head
And I’m hopin I don’t wake up dead
I have traveled through the storm
You know it was so hard to see
On that road I was all alone
Til that sky parted for me
CHORUS
One thing I believe in is that
caves were made for leavin
but I’m startin from behind
so I won’t find another reason
to hide before I die, no no I won’t hide before I die
CHORUS
Welcome to the space above the sand
as it’s fallin through I’m gonna stand
in the hourglass, yeah time is gonna pass
but I’m bout to break free as another man
Welcome to the star within your eyes
pushin all the shadows to the side
sewin up a heart, no better way to start
I’m about to be born as another kind
Yeah I’m bout to be born as another kind
Yeah I’m bout to be born as another kind
I’m about to be born as another kind
Yeah I’m bout to be born as another kind
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3. |
Indian Girl
03:35
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Indian Girl
Indian girl, lay here with me
don’t say a word, but tell me your dreams
Are you the first, to feel so free?
My Indian girl, don’t ever leave
Indian girl, remember the time
I felt your heartbeat, inside of mine
and you were the piece, that made me whole
My Indian girl, so far from home
Indian girl, what plagues you so
the planets you’ve been to, or where you might go?
and what’s left to do, once we part?
She’s my Indian girl, with an American heart
(Instrumental)
And what’s left to do, once we part?
She’s my Indian girl, with an American heart
She’s my Indian girl, with an American heart
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4. |
Crooked
03:47
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Crooked
Sometimes I’m crooked like a stick after a storm
Sometimes I’m crooked, even before
had to check my mind and my coat, at the front door
when I’m done gettin’ crooked, I get crooked some more
but I had a reason
to breathe tonight
I had a reason
to feel alright
I had a reason
to believe tonight
and the reason was and the reason was and the reason was
good
Sometimes I’m crooked like a bone chewed by a dog
Sometimes I’m crooked, and then I’m gone
had to pay the toll and the fine, at the end of the line
‘cause I was too crooked but this definitely ain’t the last time
‘cause I had a reason
to breathe tonight
I had a reason
to feel alright
I had a reason
to believe tonight
and the reason was and the reason was and the reason was
good
Straighten me, straighten me out
back to my factory set
can you straighten me straighten me out
to something beautiful yet
Sometimes I’m crooked like a tool in the shed
i’ll probably still be crooked when I’m finally fuckin’ dead
had to hit the save on my page before I lost my thought
I’m about as crooked as a president whose conscience was bought
but I had a reason
to breathe tonight
I had a reason
to feel alright
I had a reason
to believe tonight
and the reason was and the reason was and the reason was
good
Call it my condition
‘cause nothin’ came to fruition
it was nothin’ but a nothin’ but a nothin’ but a nothin’ but a
nothin’ but a non decision
Call it my condition
‘cause somethin’ came to fruition
it was nothin’ but a nothin’ but a nothin’ but a nothin’ but a
nothin’ but a non decision
I live for what I’d die for
the rest can be dismissed
what’s the point of prayin’ for more
when all I gotta believe is that
I live...for this and only this
I’m gonna live...for this and only this
I’m gonna live...for this and only this
I’m gonna live...YEAH
Straighten me, straighten me out
back to my factory set
can you straighten me straighten me out
to something beautiful yet
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5. |
Ashes Wide
04:02
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Ashes Wide
Long ago, we were pure
we knew for sure, just who we were
and who we were, might just be
what i prefer
I haven’t been, a good friend
i never call, no cards were sent
no cards were sent, to you
from me, but that don’t mean a thing
‘cause if this life ever takes you down
if your body meets the ground
i’ll take the highway to your side
in the middle of the night
i’ll even help spread your ashes wide
across the sea and the sky
we shared our thoughts, and many dreams
above the soft, confusing breeze
the confusing breeze, that came around
only to leave
the world laughed, while we tried
to find ourselves, before we died
before we die, i hope you know
you’re still a friend of mine
CHORUS
(Instrumental)
If you ever find your way back home
please make sure that i’m the first to know
i’ll be right here, through the clearing fog
with my porch light still on
there comes a time, for every man
to take a hit, then play his hand
then lay his hand upon, the one
who he did wrong
CHORUS
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