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Central Avenue
04:26
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The last ones awake tonight out on Central Avenue
are RockaBilly and RockaBetty and their dog Stu
They’re sitting in the kitchen playing cards
Both of them’s having a brew
then they go upstairs they make love and the night’s through
I was hitting the bars on Friday night, I was trying to run into you
I asked all my friends and all their friends for a clue
And my boy, Josie, told me if I found you, you’d only be cruel
“Yeah, she’ll eat you alive, she’ll tear you apart, that’s what she’ll do.”
I found you at a house party
you were dancing alone
You asked me for my number
and put it in your phone
The next thing I knew, you needed me
to give you a ride home. oh.
When the show’s over and the bars shut down
and it’s time to hit the road
We drive down Central Avenue to San Remo
The kitchen’s always open
It’s the last place there is to go
then we showed up one night
and they were closed-
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2. |
I Want You to Know
02:24
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I want you to know
that I love you so
I want you to know
that I love you so
And I want you to see
what you do to me
Yes I want you to see
what you do to me
Anytime that you’re scare
I’ll be right there
and in the middle of the night when you’re crying
I’m by your side
and I want you to know
that I love you so
I want you to know
that I love you so
And I want you to feel
that what I say’s for real
I want you to feel
that what I say’s for real…
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Kill Devil Hills
02:44
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Meet me tonight out on Kill Devil Hills
I’ve hidden a barrel of rum
and so long as the moon ain’t shining too brightly
we’ll roll it home and have us some
We’ll hide the rum in the cellar
where Mama won’t see
It may kill the devil but it won’t kill me.
When that ship went down out there on the sand
not a single life was lost
So I don’t feel bad that when the barrel washed up
I rolled it ‘way free of cost
We’ll hide the rum in the cellar
where Mama won’t see
It may kill the devil but it won’t kill me.
Go’n tell the green girls up the road
head over here on Friday night
Mama’s gone to visit her cousin in Raleigh
We’ll drink until morning light
We’ll hide the rum in the cellar
where Mama won’t see
It may kill the devil but it won’t kill me.
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Newtopia
03:53
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We’ll have to pay for your funerals before we get lives
No telling’ if it’ll be soon at all
but then we’ll get wives
and houses with yards, babies in cars
It’ll be nice,
but we’ll have to pay for your funerals before we get lives, oh yeah.
We’ll have to bury the bodies to get rid of the smell
We’ll have to forget about heaven to get rid of hell
The mansions can fall
along with the malls
We’ll have a big sale
but we’ll have to bury the bodies to get rid of the smell, oh yeah.
I’m not saying it wasn’t nice to know ya
All I’m saying is: when you rip it
I ain’t gonna sew ya.
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5. |
Single Again
03:28
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Single again
hitting the bars
looking at all the pretty girls that don’t look a thing like you
I can smoke if I want
and I can stay out all night long
I don’t watch my mouth
I keep singing every song
that you hated
your love faded
I guess you win
I’m single again
laughing at the stars, howling at the moon
like only a bachelor can
I watch what I please, the TV answers only to me
I eat what I like, and since I gave back your house key,
I haven’t been blue
I haven’t thought of you
(Have you thought of me?)
I took a slow train into Bucktown
I took it far as I could get
It still killed me to remember
all those things that I couldn’t forget
Single again
hitting the bars
looking at all the pretty girls that don’t look a thing like you
I can smoke if I want
and I can stay out all night long
I don’t watch my mouth
I keep singing every song
that you hated
your love faded
I guess you win
I guess you win
I guess you win
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There ain’t nothing like a real old diner
on the edge of a real old town
I wandered into the Old 49er
and I heard the marvelous sound
of Elvis Presley on the jukebox
He was singing “His Latest Flame”
I pulled up a seat at the counter
and Marie was the waitress’s name
La-la-lie…
Well, I must have drank four pots of coffee
I drank it ’til my stomach was a-churnin’
Her hair was the color of toffee
Her green eyes got my heart a-burnin’
And she got off of work right at midnight
and she walked home she did not drive
and she had to walk
through Conrad Park
to get to 55 Blackburn Drive
La-la-lie…
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7. |
One More Time
03:49
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We drank until morning met us
in the darkest room we could find
it’s been so long
since I felt
your body next to mine
It’s you and me
one more time
It happened slow, the heat was growin’
We didn’t need any reason or rhyme
It must have been
those shots of
tequila and the lime
It’s you and me
one more time
And in the morning
I’ll take you to breakfast
Or then again, we could just lie here
if you like
Or I could go ahead and take you home
just drop you at your door
It’s you and me
once more
We drank until morning met us
in the darkest room we could find
it’s been so long
since I felt
your body next to mine
It’s you and me, baby
one more time
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