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Opening Theme
00:28
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Right Every Time
02:55
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Right Every Time lyrics by Rick Miller, copyright 2014
There's something cooking in the kitchen and it's gonna be good
Her biscuits are so fluffy can't resist 'em and I wouldn't if I could
When that buttermilk batter hits the pan
I can't help myself man, oh man
I can smell her delicious biscuits baking
Rising golden like the morning sun
She gets it right every time with quality ingredients
Served up with a heaping helping of love
There's certain smells when I smell 'em they just take me back home
Swept away with the memory, chasing the aroma
When the dinner bell starts to ring
I come running and I drop everything
I can smell her delicious biscuits baking
Rising golden like the morning sun
She gets it right every time with quality ingredients
Served up with a heaping helping of love
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3. |
Don't Gotta Have
02:38
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YOU DON’T GOTTA HAVE lyrics Rick Miller copyright 2014
folks get old and they don't look so good
it ain't Hollywood, we ain't movie stars
the lucky ones, the people without problems
I don't want to know them
the people without scars
we are all
the worse for wear
I don't care about your mileage
and you don't gotta have all your teeth to be beautiful
put your hand in mine, keep smiling
when the bloom has passed its season
petals fade and fall, swirl around and blow away
you and me baby, we ain't flowers
we look better after hours than
in the bright, harsh light of day
you don't gotta dye
your grey hair
I don't care about the styling
and you don't gotta have all your teeth to be beautiful
put your hand in mine, keep smiling
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4. |
Embarrassment
03:24
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Tongue-tied think I might die
We all gotta eat a slice of humble pie
It's your big night in the spotlight stepping onto the front page
But your feet trip, your pants rip as you walk onto the stage
Embarrassment
The blood rush to your face
in shame...
It's your big date, you can't wait Dining by the waterside
When the check comes, you're all thumbs credit card comes back denied
Embarrassment
The blood rush to your face
in shame...
Tongue-tied think I might die
We all gotta eat a slice of humble pie
When nobody's laughing at the funny thing you said
When your mom tells your prom date that you used to wet the bed
Embarrassment
The blood rush to your face
in shame...
Tongue-tied think I might die
We all gotta eat a slice of humble pie
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5. |
Rosemary
03:40
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ROSEMARY (SUNDAY GO TO MEETING ) -- lyrics Rick Miller copyright 2014
Rosemary,
What is that black car pulling in the driveway?
It looks empty now but I don't think that it's gonna stay that way.
Rosemary,
Who is the stranger standing in the doorway?
In a long, black coat with his
Sunday go-to-meetin clothes on?
Is there something wrong? last thing I remember I lay
Rosemary, staring at the
Where We ceiling for a
Gone? long, long time
Rosemary, where we gone? Then I heard you calling out
Very, Come running up
Very to me -- "What's
Wrong? Wrong? What's wrong?"
Up above the neighborhood,
Carried on the breeze
Gliding through the treetops with the cottonwood seeds
There's a wisp of some air that I used to breathe
Rose Mary
The shades are drawn, the lights are shining dimly
In the parlor room
All the flowers are arranged just so
But, oh
Rose Mary
I call your name and you act like you don't hear me
put a hand on your shoulder and you
Shiver like the cold wind's blown
Looking so alone, last thing I remember I lay
Rosemary, staring at the ceiling
Where We ceiling for a
Gone? long, long time
Rosemary, where we gone? Then I heard you calling out
Very, Come running up
Very to me -- "What's
Wrong? wrong? What’s wrong?”
Rosemary
Here at the center of a circle of our family
Telling stories round my name
And acting like they genuinely like me;
Oh, Rosemary
The grass is green, the sun is shining brightly
Near the tall, white stones with your
Sunday go-to-meeting clothes on
Sunday go-to-meeting clothes on
Sunday go-to-meeting clothes on
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6. |
Walk Of Shame
03:49
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WALK OF SHAME lyrics Rick Miller copyright 2014
The sun hurts my eyes blinking open
Why am I lying outside?
I seem to have come to
In a pen at the zoo
All around me are wolves
Where the hell are my clothes?
Last thing I remember from last night
I was staring up at the full moon
After that, I'm not sure
It's a bit of a blur
Did I run through the park?
At one point, did I bark?
And now it's the morning after
It looks like it's starting to rain
And I'm nursing a wicked hangover
Werewolf walk of shame
The rain, it turns out, is a blessing
'Cause it helps to wash off all the blood
Fragments of memory
(Are) returning to haunt me
What the hell was I thinking?
What the hell was I drinking?
As I walk by a newsbox the headline
Screams out bloody murder at me
Last night in the park
They were out after dark
They got torn all to shreds
they were missing their heads
And now it's the morning after
Last night has a lot to explain
And I'm feeling like chewed-up leftovers
Werewolf walk of shame
This morning it literally dawned on me
The old gypsy woman was right
Oh yes, I was warned
--Advice that I scorned --
Now the facts on the ground
They have hunted me down
Last month when I was traveling in Scotland
And I found myself lost on the moor
I stepped off of the track
But I brought something back
A disease of the soul
Something I can’t control
And now it's the morning after
I done it, but I ain't to blame
Worried that I'll blow my cover
Werewolf walk of shame
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7. |
If, God Forbid
01:52
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If, God Forbid
Lyrics copyright 2014 by Rick Miller
If, God forbid, you came down with a cough
And If, God forbid, your cough did not get better
And If, God forbid, you leave behind a son or daughter
And a sad-eyed widow living in the world all alone
You could go end over end in a burning car wreck
You could die in a hunting accident, you could fall and
break your neck
You could catch a dose of polio and Spanish Flu
If, God forbid, these things should happen to you
Don’t you want to know, that your loved ones will be safe
Do you have a plan in place?
If, God forbid, you fall asleep at the wheel
And If, God forbid, a semi-truck rolls over
And If, God forbid, you were the family’s sole provider
Leaving sad-eyed orphans living in the world all alone
You could be burning and burning and burning, then dead
You could die of a stomach parasite
You could fall and crack your head
You could catch a dose of polio and smallpox too
If, God forbid, these things should happen to you
Don’t you want to know, that your loved ones will be safe
Do you have a plan in place?
We can sell you peace of mind
We can sell you peace of mind
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8. |
Never Felt More American
03:29
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Never Felt More American -- lyrics David Nixon copyright 2014
The Loan Officer and me we wrote down what was needed to get me this house
and I’d love to live paycheck to paycheck if only my paychecks would reach out
When the credit cards max then you fill in the gaps with loans from parents and friends
And I’m hoping this grant will come through ‘cause the money’s already been spent
And I’m dreaming that maybe my music will make me some money some day
‘Cause I’ve never felt more American than when my debt keeps me up at night.
my debt keeps me up at night I said
my debt keeps me up at night.
If they’d let me refinance they’d lower my payments but I’m too poor to pay less
So I’m hoping they’ll move me from part time to full so we don’t have to change our address
It’s too late for my ship I just hope that this shit doesn’t stick to my son.
Will he even want college when honestly paying off loans might never get done?
[CHORUS]
At night i'm Alone with what I know about what I own and what I owe.
Why should I wake my wife and son when there is nothing that can be done.
So I lie here and stare at the ceiling. And distract myself with my dreaming.
I want to be there for my son; a good parent's a parent who's always around
But I don't get raises for the cost of inflation so I gotta keep working more hours
You don’t have to be that bad at math to buy lottery tickets some days.
just desperate and sad with no viable plan to get yourself out of this maze.
CHORUS and fin
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9. |
Leaves On The Trees
04:22
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THE LEAVES ON THE TREES lyrics Rick Miller copyright 2014
and the leaves on the trees turn yellow
now the leaves on the trees blush red
with the harvest in store for the winter
now the robin of Summer has fled
She told me that she had to be leaving
Before the winds of October blew
Said she was going where I couldn't follow
She'd be back by the following June
now the leaves on the trees have fallen
and the branches are covered in snow
and the marigold seeds all slumber
in the hard, frozen ground below
Well the nights just go on forever
I hear the lonesome hoot-owl cry
Picture her face just the way I remember
Smiling on the Fourth of July
Smiling on the Fourth of July
and the leaves on the trees start budding
and the buds of the leaves flash green
and the ice-melt is swelling up the river
where the robin of Summer was seen
With a restless stirring in the soft ground
Up comes a bright green stalk
And I swear I get happy near to bursting
Remembering the way she walked
with the leaves on the trees up above us
Swayin in the soft, gentle breeze
days are long and the nights are sultry
underneath the sycamore trees
and I hear her footsteps in the meadow
and I hear her singing on the hill
Just waiting till she comes around that corner
Any moment now, I know she will.
Any moment now, I know that she will.
and the leaves on the trees turn yellow
now the leaves on the trees blush red
with the harvest in store for the winter
now the robin of Summer has fled
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KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE
lyrics by David Nixon and Rick Miller, copyright 2014.
You could say that I'm a stockbroker
Call me a stock-broker man
Cause every time I check my stocks I find I'm broker
than when I began
I need a partner who knows the ins and outs
I need somebody to eliminate the doubt
CHORUS:
Knowing Is Half the Battle
Let Us Fight That Battle For You
Give us the cash, wash your hands and be done
Half Brothers Brand Mutual Funds
I wanna play the market
without losing my shirt
I wanna get filthy rich
without touching any dirt
You could help me keep my conscience clear.
By not telling me anything I do not need to hear
CHORUS
And now, a sermon:
"My brothers and sisters I got to tell you about a man!
A good man. A family man! Who found out that he was invested in a company doing business with a dictator in Africa.
A man who found out he was invested in cutting down God’s own rainforest in the Amazon.
Invested in a company engaged in slave labor in Bangladesh!
MY brothers and sisters! If you invest in The Half Brothers Brand Mutual Fund we give you the Lord's good guarantee that you will never ever EVER find out that you’re invested in such atrocities."
(underscoring throughout) :
I won't ask if you don't tell
Just tell me to buy or sell.
Knowing Is Half the Battle
So Let Us Fight That Battle For You
Give us the cash, wash your hands and be done
Half Brothers Brand Mutual
We put the fun in Mutual Funds
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Lyrics Rick Miller Copyright 2014
I don't wanna work for the railroad
I don't wanna work in the mines
I wanna tour the country in a bluegrass band
Gettin' paid for havin’ a good time
Gettin’ paid just for havin’ a good time
Daddy broke his back for the railroad
Working on the Chattahoochee line
I wanna pick guitar, sing a gospel song or two
Gettin' paid for havin’ a good time
Gettin' paid just for havin a good time
Don't wanna hang my hat in a tin shack
Livin on the government dime
I'd just as soon live out of my knap-sack, darlin’
Gettin' paid
They'll rob you of the fire in your spirit
Take away the best years of your prime
I wanna put smiles on the faces of drunk strangers
Gettin' paid for havin’ a good time
Gettin' paid just for havin a good time
Anyone can learn to play the banjo
Any damn fool can learn to rhyme
It's just about as easy as falling off a log
Gettin' paid for havin’ a good time
Gettin' paid just for havin a good time
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