1. |
Red Desert Blues
02:33
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I'm done with big cities
Their crowds and their cars
I'm done with the heartland
Cuz it lost all its heart
I'm packing my bag
And moving to Mars
For red desert days
And Martian nights full of stars
Oh I'm done with committees
Closed doors and cigars
The pundits on the TV screen
Push people farther and further apart
I'm packing my bag
And moving to Mars
For red desert days
And Martian nights full of stars
Oh I'm done with this Earth
All the politics and fighting
Way up here I'm a pioneer
And it's as lonesome as it is exciting
I'm packing my bags
And moving to Mars
For red desert days
And Martian nights full of stars
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2. |
Only God Knows Why
01:32
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Never know how good you got a thing 'til it's gone
I don't need an expert telling me that I'm wrong
Sunday afternoons all end too soon
God only knows, I'm tired
God only knows, I've tried
Only God knows why
right?
Never know how good you got a thing 'til it's gone
Never know the glove is gonna fit 'til it's on
Sunday afternoons all end too soon
Forever seems an awful long time to be lost
I'll apologize for any pain that I've caused
Sunday afternoons all end too soon
God only knows, I'm tired
God only knows, I've tried
Only God knows why
right?
right.
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3. |
Cowboy On Mars
02:01
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Sure I've found
The loneliest cowboy around
He's way out on his own
I know I've found
The loneliest cowboy around
He's up there all alone
All alone
Way up in the stars
All alone
Cowboy on Mars
All alone
No one around
He's never comin' down
The king is crowned
The loneliest cowboy around
In a world no one has known
Yes I've found
The loneliest cowboy around
'Fore this Earth we've all outgrown
All alone
Way up in the stars
All alone
Cowboy on Mars
All alone
No one around
He's never comin' down
Not now
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I know it's December
It's hard to remember
Everything that went down this year
It seems like the pressure
Is too much to temper
And everyone could use a cold beer
All this fussin'
Over nuthin'
Only adds fuel to the flame
And the one thing
That we're missin'
Is someone to take all the blame
My heart's in a blender
And I take no pleasure
Watching this world fall apart
Emotions are tender
It only gets better
Compassion comes straight from the heart
All this fussin'
Over nuthin'
Only adds fuel to the flame
And the one thing
That we're missin'
Is someone to take all the blame
Take all the blame
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5. |
Easy On Yourself
01:54
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On that old gravel road
Rides with a gallop so slow
All the dust billows and blows
Out behind you as you go
Oh it's all I know
Moving with a pace so slow
Let that cool breeze blow
Wherever I wander I'm home
Take it easy on yourself
You could use a little break
Take it easy on yourself
Life's gonna have to wait
This life's gonna have to wait
Oh that old gravel road
Feels like a second home
It's all I've known
Well that, and being alone
Out here I've grown
As a man, flesh and bone
Let that old gravel road
Reassure me as I go
Take it easy on yourself
You could use a little break
Take it easy on yourself
Life's gonna have to wait
This life's gonna have to wait
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