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My hearts in my toes
My teeth are in my spleen
That's the way that I get
Every time that I come clean
I'm all mixed up
Nothings where it's supposed to be
My head is in the oven
But my thoughts are in the sink
My love is in the gravy boat
That we bought at the Wal-Mart superstore
My feelings are in the fish tank
Drowning more than ever before
My liver's in the front yard laying round
And drinkin' all about
And my brain it got locked up
I warned it about speaking out
My hearts in my toes
My teeth are in my spleen
That's the way that I get
Every time that I come clean
I'm all mixed up
Nothings where it's supposed to be
My head is in the oven
But my thoughts are in the sink
My memories are on the highway
Picking up all the trash
Wearing orange suits with reflectors
To be seen by the cars that pass
My smile walks the isles of the drug store
Way down town
It got caught out and beat down by a gang
Of cross town frowns
My hearts in my toes
My teeth are in my spleen
That's the way that I get
Every time that I come clean
I'm all mixed up
Nothings where it's supposed to be
My head is in the oven
But my thoughts are in the sink
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These ol' storms can't last forever
We can't handle all this rain
Our yard is holding puddles
And i know that I'm the blame
This heatwave should pass soon
It's a hundred and ten here in this room
Drinkin' beer in front of the fan
Too stubborn to grab you by the hand
This rain is pouring on me
And the snow is a pilin' up
And this sleet is blinding me
But I can't seem to get enough
One of these days I'll fly an airplane
With a banner that reads your name
But for now I'll have to stay here
With puddles to my knees
Wishing you were here
This rain is pouring on me
And the snow is a pilin' up
And this sleet is blinding me
But I can't seem to get enough
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Cowboy Waltz
03:28
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Thought I was a cowboy
Tryin' to live like them old boys
Feelin' lonesome and haggard
My britches they were torn
I packed a pistol
It didn't save me from myself
I'd try to find peace of mind
So I'd shoot until i went deaf
I live on the run
Tryin' to hide from them Vaqueros
If they catch me they'll kill me
I know it in my soul
I said mister I ain't tryin to be nothin'
I'm just tryin' to be
If you let me stay here for the night
I'll work for free
Thought I was a cowboy
But I ended up alone
With nowhere to run and no letters
Sent from my home
Them Vaqueros they left a knife
In my side
But I'd never admit it back then
When I had my pride
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Used To The Rain
02:26
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I always leave the light
Cause I know
I won't be gone too long
At night
And I leave
The TV on
So I'll think someone's at home
Just waiting for me
At night I welcome the sound of thunder
To break up the silence in my brain
I'll take the lightnin' and wind that come with it
And I'm used to the rain
Lightnin' fills the sky
The stars are fallin' down
The ones that ain't shootin' up
Are surely burnin' out
I can't help
But think I might
Do like them stars and
Burn out tonight
At night I welcome the sound of thunder
To break up the silence in my brain
I'll take the lightnin' and wind that come with it
And I'm used to the rain
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Where Losers Begin
02:50
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We play these old bars
To heal old love scars
In a place
Where losers begin
I've looked in some faces
And seen lots of traces
Of people who
Don't ever win
So all of you boozers
And honky tonk losers
We're really glad
You stopped in
So lets get on the floor
And dance just once more
To a song
Where Losers Begin
When she walks
Through the door
There's a feeling once more
I don't think I'll do it again
With love on the run
Never really begun
I'm right back
Where losers begin
So all of you boozers
And honky tonk losers
We're really glad
You stopped in
So lets get on the floor
And dance just once more
To a song
Where Losers Begin
So when you leave tonight
I'll turn down the lights
In the place
Where losers begin
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Dalton Mills Middlesboro, Kentucky
Dalton Mills is a songwriter from Middlesboro, Kentucky.
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