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It may be quite some time before I pass
but darlin there's a favor I may ask...
to keep y'all fed, ya know I worked this land, darlin won't y'all understand
lay my body shallow beneath the grass
{CH}Bury me in the pasture when I'm dead
I'll fertilize the grass where the cattle's fed
from the dirt to the grass to the cattle to the plate
in the milk y'all drank, in the meat y'all ate
bury me in the pasture when I'm dead, don't forget what I said,
bury me in the pasture when I'm dead
My proudest day was when I bought the farm
the place that gave y'all shelter from the storm
you know that wether live or dead
I'd do my all to keep y'all fed
do my best to keep y'all safe from harm
{CH}
I don't quite know just what the future brings
I know I'll never have no expensive things
you knew that wether dead or alive
I'd give my all so y'all survive
and when I bite the dust you know I
ain't gonna go to hell
cuz I done my best to keep y'all live and well
{CH}
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Bury me in the pasture when I'm dead
I'll fertilize the grass where the cattle's fed
from the dirt to the grass to the cattle to the plate
in the milk y'all drank, in the meat y'all ate
bury me in the pasture when I'm dead
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Ol' Roy
06:11
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{CH} Ol' Roy was that city boy who stole my sweetie pie
and if you saw us standin there eye to eye
you could tell one of us was about to die
I had a wife by the name of Mary
she was raised right across from my neighboring prairie
come rain or shine, she was always pretty
still bought her clothes from the god-damned city
she'd clean and sing, we'd both do the cookin
I'd tell her all day she was mighty fine lookin
and I'd hold her tight all through the night
but I could tell from her eyes somethin just weren't right
well I was workin outside on the family ranch
I noticed this note hangin on a branch
it said "I met a new man and he treats me right,
you can sleep by yourself tonight"
I pounded that fencepost into the ground,
cursed the names of the folks in town
she was my girl and I was her boy
till she left me for that fella Ol' Roy
{CH}
She told me she'd love me for good
and I did all that I said I would
But she never disclosed her lover's name
for fear that one of us would end up slain
I walked to town in the pourin rain
the cold it wasn't cold enough to ease my pain
I wouldn't feel right until I tasted blood
staggered forth on through the mud
well nobody spoke as I sat at the bar
who pulled up in my baby's car?
I jumped from my stool, I just couldn't wait
he was about to die for touchin my old lady
he kissed my Mary right on the face
so I reached for the weapon tied around my waste
I stuck him in the belly with my granddad's knife
said "that's what you get for fuckin my wife"
that's what you get for takin my wife
{CH}
Well the man at the bar done spilt his drink
and the barkeeper didn't know what to think
so I hid up in the mountains where the land is pretty
no I never went back to the god damned city
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lonesome pasture
00:21
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I'd put your picture on a $10 bill
I'd give you dozens of them if it gave you a thrill
instead I'm sippin whiskey and avoidin the spills
and i'm feelin like a fish just gaspin at the gills
but i'd do somethin mighty strange
to get somebody got to gimme some change
for about a 10 spot I'd play "Away in a Manger"
for another 10 I'd bellow out "Home on the Range", but
{CH} Money couldn't buy this song, ain't no way they could afford it
even though they're workin so long, ain't got enough to record it
but you can have a listen on me, little girl
imagine every note is worth a diamond and a pearl
because I'm feelin so rich since you came along
Money Couldn't Buy This Song
I tried to rake in every last dollar but I've been
shunned by Lady Luck, or whatever you call her
too poor to mope, too broke to holler
if you lead the way to finances, I'd be sure to follow
and I'd dress in a 3 piece suit
if anybody out there wants to front the loot
meanwhile, my pockets they carry caput
and when my vices try to bribe me I just give em the boot
{CH}
I'd fill your swimming pool full of cash
give you a million dollars a day and the rest I'd have to stash
I'll add more to the pile, I'll be back in a flash
and if you double take it may give you a case of whiplash
of course, it might be a touch obscene
tryin to dedicate our lives to collecting that green
makes me feel kind of dirty, a bit unclean
but then again I'm rather tired of TOP Ramen and beans
{CH}
Eventually I'd love to get us dinero
but at this present juncture I've obtained roughly zero
don't be shakin baby, there's nothin to fear
Ol' Sick 'll make your worries go disappear or
I'd do somethin dumb or funny
to get somebody got to gimme the money
I would stumble through the rubble of economy's crumble
call me honey, keep 'em runny with the side up sunny
{CH}
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Sick's Pack - Teeth
03:38
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how many bodies does it take to build a dam?
when the cops decide to count the heads they'll find out where I am
at the bottom of a city wishin I had made a plan
my home is gone, my heaven's out of reach
my buddies ain't breathin, and neither am I
my cousin's on the rooftop, she's too desperate to cry
she's only 17, with a newborn, and she don't wonder why
she knows somebody has been lyin through their teeth
I hope my baby mamma's sister gets my kid to Baton Rouge
I hope my baby doesn't see me floatin 'round on evenin news
hope the saints get here with time to spare,
cuz everyone just stops to stare
I doubt they're marchin anywhere
the delta's dug too deep
armageddon was allowed because they outlawed desire
when the dead come back to life again, we're comin from the myre
holdin picket signs and shoutin someone needs to get fired
somebody that's been lyin through their teeth
and I hope some sunburnt urbanite gets praised for throwin rocks
I hope this show gets overthrown by widows, thugs and cops
I hope we take the dead's advice,
dry our eyes with beans and rice
with every body dyin twice
a lifetime full of grief
O- wouldn't it be nice to have a swamp in every town
it wouldn't seem so shocking when your neighbors up and drowned
hand grenades and hurricanes soakin through the ground
well it ain't so far off for my belief
to think sombody has been lyin through their teeth
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Sick's Pack - Dead Last
03:10
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I don't want to live forever, I don't want to be a shame
I don't want to leave if I'm leaving my name
I don't want to be remembered, not by more than a few
I don't want to say goodbye to you
I don't want to be a burden, I don't want to be a chore
I don't want you missing me, that's what I'd abhore
I don't want to be a hassle, that's not what I'm here to do
and I don't want to say goodbye to you
no one I know shall live longer than I
Life is much shorter for people who die
brevity is beautiful, nothing is more suitable to a friend than a beginning, a middle, and end
no one I know shall live longer than me
I'll save them a funeral, they'll save me a seat
say farewell to family, and watch them die unhappily. Se la Vie.
at least I won't be making them watch me
don't worry about the future, I'll know what to do
don't say goodbye to me, I won't have to say goodby to you
I don't wanna live forever, I believe I will pass
I don't want to finish first, I prefer dead last
no one I know shall live longer than you
I'll lay you dow last, then I'll lay own too
solitude is certainty, whatever works. when will we be alone,
to float forever together to home?
no one I know shall live longer than I
Life is much shorter for people who die
brevity is beautiful, nothing is more suitable to a friend than a beginning, a middle, and
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Sick's Pack - I Quit
02:40
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you got some damn nerve tryin to be my boss
cuz i've been doin your duties and it doesn't pay off
you got me workin so hard i wanna explode
so i'm grabbin my guitar and hittin the road
{CH}
it's like doin time in this daily grind and i must resign, I QUIT
i'm done doin what you say
[i quit] nobody talks to me that way
[i quit] without notice and i'm leavin today
and i'll be back in 2 weeks to collect my pay
nobody tells me how to dress
i don't wanna clean it up if it's not my mess
if you're thinkin 'bout the future then you're missin the point
i would rather drink a beer and smoke a big fat joint
{CH}
if i were boss i'd fire you or demote you i'd like more
i'd watch you wash the dishes, i'd make you mop the floor
you're dressed up like a manager but you're just a baby sitter
i wanted to aspire for more but you turned me 'to a quitter
i wanted to aspire for more but you turned me 'to a quitter
i wanted to aspire for more but you turned me 'to a quitter
i quit
I Quit
I QUIT
fuck this
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some people sing about murder
some people sing about land
some people sing mighty lonesome
but they sing it in front of a band
a band don't have to be many
though one is much less than a few
don't go lookin for lonesome
or lonesome come lookin for you
a heartache implies you've had lovers
which means you were not on your own
but whenever you stand in some hollar
you'll know what i mean by alone
you could scream if you want, but who'd wanna?
then again no one minds when you do
don't go lookin for lonesome
or lonesome come lookin for you
and I drink my wine from night till noon
then the sun does shine, come then the moon
and I'll fare just fine, till someday soon
I'll share what's mine and soften my tune
lonesome is an emotion
you feel it when you are alone
but loneliness ain't lonesome
lonesome hits closer to home
a rainy day can make you feel lonely
what about when skies are blue
don't go lookin for lonesome
or lonesome come lookin for you
i said
don't go lookin for lonesome
or lonesome come lookin for you
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Dr. Sick New Orleans, Louisiana
Dr. Sick dislikes the concept of genre, and finds it limiting. He sings, plays 30 instruments and produces records. When there isn't a global pandemic, he tours as musical director of the Squirrel Nut Zippers.
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