About "The Broken Record" album:
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"The Broken Record" by Corey Smith, which consists of 10 songs.
I've been down this road before.
It's like the back side of my hand.
And there ain't nothing up ahead
The cow pasture and timberland.
So don't you worry baby I'm gonna take it nice and slow.
I'll keep a tight grip on the steering wheel and my eyes on the road.
Just this one time,
I promise I won't ask again.
It'll be our little secret,
Into the city, I'm runnin' on fumes
Late for the downbeat but I'm on my way
I got no money just a trunk full of strings
A backseat full of Peavey PA
Beats diggin' ditches, workin' for my dad
But it's not what I thought it would be
The entertainment gets no love from the girls
And I can't even drink there for free
A man in the corner easy to ignore
Down To Earth
A no-good Shepherd lost all the sheep,
Yeah, he got drunk and fell asleep
And now theyíre running through the streets.
Causing a commotion,
Yeah, theyíre holding up the progress.
Lets carve the boy to pieces
And then serve him to the press.
They thought he was a rock,
I drove to Galilee this morning.
White-knuckled in the pew,
I heard a good man preach a Gospel.
I shook his hand when he was through,
Though we marvel at the Maker through different colored window panes.
We love the same red letters,
Both take the bread and wine.
But his truth is bold-print in the Scripture,
Mine's hidden in between the lines.
I Love Everyone
You could say Iím just a good Ďol boy
Dipped in the batter, country fried
Washed in the blood, wrapped in camouflage
A staunch defender of the right side.
I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag,
Under the shadow of the cross,
Down where the colors never mixed too well,
Some folks still mad Ďcuz the south lost.
But Iím a good-hearted, free-thinking son-of-a-gun,
I may talk a little trash, but I donít hate anyone.
The long nightís over, the moon touched down
A thin blanket of dew is softeniní the ground
Theres a cool breeze cuttiní through the morniní mist
A fresh breath of air from the good Lordís lips
Run to the window, gonna look and see
Thereís a blackbird sittiní in a dogwood tree
Singiní Do Da Ditta Da, do da doo
Do da ditta da dee
No Way (Out Without A Smile)
The glass half empty
Ainít good enough for me
When its brown liqueur over ice
You can save your breath
Because Iíve reasoned to dispute words to the wise
No Way, No Way
Youíre not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
Sweet lemonade on ice, chocolate cake piled high
Icing flick upon the fingers of the birthday boy
He blew out all the candles, got his wish within the hour
A shiny new guitar his daddy bought him
And I watched him run around, gettin dizzy falling down
Oh I wish how I could join him
I want to giggle like the children, be silly for a while
Silly like the fools we are
Something To Loose
Dropped all my quarters at the Lee Street car wash
Soap, scrub, rinse, clean and vacuum too
Washed off that note someone wrote on my dirty window
Now my Beretta's lookin' good as new
Yeah, just for you it's lookin' good as new
No one's been ridin' with me for a long while
I'm bein' careful tryin' to watch my speed
But it's gettin' hard to keep my eyes on the highway
Knowin' you're over in the passenger seat
You got no cash in the bank
You got no gas in your tank
Wish you could move but you canít
Thereís no running on empty, no
But girl I got what ya need
It ainít no college degree
Come on and work it for me
Iíll be yo sugar daddy
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