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The Last Tycoon
03:48
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The moon's working overtime
The sun slept in
The lark is asking, "Why?"
The bees are buzzing, "When?"
The loons will lose their minds
When the tale spins
The fun is in the high
Which ends as it begins
Soon the land is brilliant & bright
And everything in Abilene is good & right
All the leaves on every tree
Quiver with delight
I feed on watermelon down to the rind
I need a reason to forget the rhyme
I'm at the end of the line in a blue monsoon
I'm the last tycoon
Tune it out any time
It don't make sense
Maria's asking, "Why?"
Sabrina's wondering, "When?"
The moon is a satellite
Or is it a flashlight?
All the clouds are smoldering
Like vacant campsites
Soon the land is wrought with blight
And everything in Abilene is fight or flight
All the leaves on every tree
Shiver in the night
I'm a Leo, but I'm more like a cancer
I'm a CEO with the answers
I'm a Briscoe swap meet banjo
Self-saboteur, an adequate dancer
From the Rio Grande to Port Arthur
Through calico columns of cat fur
I've grown accustomed
To eating crow
I'm not a felon, I'm the shoe-in kind
This is the season for a new design
I'll send a clue in the line
Of a Seuss cartoon
I'm fraught with dollar signs & a silver spoon
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High on the hill where the flowers grow
Down in the valley of echoes
Kill for the limelight & bask in its glow
The power's on in the studio
The devil's child
In the land of angels
The will of the wild
Outmans the faithful
It's no wonder why country girls
Wind up in the city
When you're living in the kind of world
Without pity
Good thing you're pretty
You're a lucky star
LA's far from Texas
Valets sleep in gardens
Ballet of the sexists
It's no wonder why country girls
Wind up in the city
When you're living in the kind of world
Without pity
Thank God you're pretty
All you straighten will revert to curls
Broken by the brackish creek
Loosen up and give it a whirl
Backstroke by committee
My goose is cooked with just one look
The flight is booked, the fish is hooked
You made a promise to me
That you never meant to keep
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3. |
Joker of Hearts
04:35
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You do whatever you feel
Don't ever steal
From those who know
Just for show
From San Antone to Amarillo
You're blowing smoke
You're nothing
Nothing but a joke
Love's an a la carte shopping cart
Of broken hearts, replacement parts
And tranquilizer darts
You are a wild card
I've got it out for you
You'd better say your prayers
I'm gonna count my points of view
Anytime, anywhere
You wheel whatever you deal
Can't tell what's real
From what's a hoax
It's just for show
From El Paso to Amarillo
You're a medicine show
You're nothing
Nothing but a joke
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4. |
Cactus Flower
02:48
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5. |
Twins
04:18
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I gave up everything for nothing
I waved the white flag around
I'm saving room for something
Or someone I don't care about
I paved the highway to Midland
I laid away out of town
I'm still the father of my children
Wake me up & shake me down
Forgive my sins
And I will yours
Who gets the twins?
Who's keeping score?
My favorite thing to do is nothing
I'm caving in and checking out
I shaved again for something
Or someone I don't care about
The bird is in the chimney
The TV's on the lawn
I chopped down every tree
And now the feeling's gone
I saved up everything for nothing
I'm checking in and tapping out
I am a charming snake
I am a roundabout
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Canyon Trash
02:34
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Route 83
Where you taking me?
I'm out key
And out of warranty
My suit's quite slimming
But the collar's brown
Light is dimming
It's settling down
The swimming hole
Is hollow ground
They're skimming cards
And making rounds
Pull on the handle
Climb inside
Bolt like a bull
And enjoy the ride
Cool as a candle
High as a kite
Fly that sucker
Into the night
Route 83
South of Abilene
Out in the country
Gallons of gasoline
25 miles from any town
Picking it up, breaking it down
Sticking it out, coming around
They're having doubts & losing ground
Pull on the handle
Climb inside
Bolt like a bull
And enjoy the ride
Brick's on the pedal
Kick it in drive
Nine thousand pounds
Taking a dive
Plastic bottles, sectionals
You got the kitchen sink
Aerosol & methanol
I've found the missing link
Put in the call—don't overthink it
Foot of the free fall
Deep in a thicket
Steep as the canyon wall
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Hole In The Wall
04:08
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I'm out line, I'm out of control
I'm fully reclined, I'm exchangeable
It's too late in the play for a curtain call
He said, she said, free-for-all
I'm out of sight, I can't be consoled
I'm throwing the fight, I'm microwavable
Seesaw hee haw hole in the wall
5'8" lightweight know-it-all
Chicken fried
The steaks are dry
Slip & slide
The stakes are high
Nickel-and-dimed at the watering hole
I'm out time, I'm in cruise control
All my passengers are bowling balls
And thermoses of alcohol
I need a new attorney
I need a private eye
I need a second helping
I need Spanish fly
I won't let her win, I don't want her back
I'm thin as a dime, I'm taking a bath
7-10 split, I'm doing the math
A minute away from a heart attack
Fiction's fake—face the facts
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8. |
King of Abilene
04:16
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Time eludes me
I'm bad at keeping time
Sultan of the Sand, I'm a land mine
Duke of the Dunes, I'm a landline
Time colludes with space
Against me all the time
Afternoon comes too soon
I'm a landslide
Take my money
Take my clothes
Fake it honey
Take it slow
You are a dove
You are above everyone
I'm done with love
I've had enough of this
Time pollutes me
I'm only a pastime
Sultan of the Sand, I'm the fall guy
Duke of the Dunes, I'm a fault line
Time abuses space
And I'm just killing time
When the moon comes too soon
I'm a flatline
Cut it in half
Count the beans
I'm clean as Saint Augustine
Yellow & green & everything in between
Cut me in half—Nice & neat
Take the house, make a scene
You're the pageant queen
But I'm still the King of Abilene
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9. |
How The West Is Won
03:31
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It's a toe tapping cap gun kinda kidnap
She's tossed into the back of a Cadillac
Tied up to the trunk of an old apple tree
He's demanding a ransom at a handsome fee
Cheap suits & cowboy boots
She's gagged down on her knees
What a hoot at the photo shoot
When he set that woman free
Dream deep as sycamore roots
But nature never sleeps
Cut loose with the kind of loot
That'll make a grown man weep
It's the gasoline
In a limousine
It's the beauty queen
In a magazine
Gold's turning green
And the silver screen ain't what it used to be
More like a smoke screen
So the coke & the joke's on me
Cheap suits & cowboy boots
They're dancing under the tree
What a hoot at the photo shoot
When he let that woman be
Dream deep as sycamore roots
No, nature never sleeps
Cut loose when you bear the fruit
But the seeds ain't yours to keep
They're running on black caffeine
And a dash of nicotine
In a cul-de-sac
On a trampoline
They're going where the grass is green
And the past is history
Where the talking's fast but the money's clean
Don't forget the sunscreen
By the time I realized the documents were falsified
The signature was forged and notarized
This is how the West is won—The white man kills the Indian
The Mexican is in for a surprise
She plagiarized her way through life
The check's been cashed, the deal's done
They stacked the deck, the truck is wrecked
And that is how the West is won
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Cowboys & Indians
04:32
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Bail on the bondsman, lay the banana peel
Hay bale hate mail, cow tail pinwheel
Skip out on the court date, hide everything you steal
Hold the nail still—I'm gonna seal the deal
Hail on the rooftop, card table cartwheels
Hightail it with the cops on your heels
Stay out of jail if you're ready to squeal
Otherwise you're gonna need a couple appeals
Cowboys, Indians
How much to have some fun?
All because it was a shotgun wedding
That blew away everyone
The sky's the color of anti-freeze
Just dust bunny tumbleweeds
Down in the dumps with the Chief of Police
Next round's on me
I'm leaving Fat Sally's four drinks deep
And heading downtown to The Hickory
Green chili quiche & a front porch daydream
Nine rounds in my 33
Bless this broken glass
The best things never last
Move it along—Can't shake the past
Lead story on every newscast
The pool's turning green
They're taping off the crime scene
Gonna need a lot more chlorine
If you know what I mean
Lea's locks are kelp run ashore
The fox got paid, but the help's still poor
Take tomorrow off
And file the report on Monday
It's raining, it's pouring
My cellmate is snoring
Steinbeck's indelible
Kerouac is boring
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