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This Ground
03:27
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The price of cotton's just hanging around, one or two cents shy of 40 cents a pound. I lay awake at night just listening for the sound, of a knock at the door - the bank wants this ground.
I pop off at the mouth when I'm feeling stuck, Lord has a plan but I blame my luck. Now I'm outside this bar face down in the muck. Drank my last dollar, Lord take this cup. Hmm hmm Lord take this cup.
The price of cotton's just hanging around, one or two cents shy of 40 cents a pound. I lay awake at night just listening for the sound, of a knock at the door - the bank wants this ground.
The map on my hands tells no lies, calloused and scarred and sloughed off hide. Remnants of pain in between the lines. But I gotta keep going, no time to cry, Lord there ain't even time to die.
The price of cotton's just hanging around, one or two cents shy of 40 cents a pound. I lay awake at night just listening for the sound, of a knock at the door - the bank wants this ground.
I can make a hand daddy told me so. But he's in the ground pushing up sorghum and oats. Now the well's pumping sand and my spirits are low, and doubts the only thing 'round here that grows.
Well the price of living's going up in this town, it's hell on earth, no need to go down. I lay awake at night just listening for the sound, of a knock at the door the bank wants this ground.
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Wishing Well
03:10
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I'm a little late to the game to get in cheap. Couple hundred years and I’d’ve had it for free, with a gun on my belt and rolled up sleeves. But I can't blame Papa cause we had to eat.
Chorus
Tell me what part of your soul you'd sell, when there ain't no water in your wishing well? Papa run off and we had a dry spell. I hope we make it but I just can't tell.
This land is your land and this land is my land. But now the highway's coming through thanks to Uncle Sam. Work done by God and my two hands, now it's pavement on the map and I don't understand.
So tell me what part of your soul you'd sell, when there ain't no water in your wishing well? Papa's gone now, probably to hell. If he ain't there yet then I wish him well
This place can be broken, it can be sold. Ain't it worth more than the dollars you hold? Many a man would give their weight in gold. For part of this land, your heart and your soul.
So tell me what part of your soul you'd sell, when there ain't no water in your wishing well? Papa's gone now, probably to hell. If he ain't there yet then I wish him well
I hope we make it but I just can’t tell
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Hi Ho Rita
03:28
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Well Hi Ho Rita, my senorita, standing outside the grocery store. She had a hard time, just trying to make a dime, she caught my eye and I wanted some more.
My first word was cotton, hers was algodon, we grew up doing the same thing but her daddy swam the Rio. I don't know what she ever saw in me, but boy I tell ya what her kisses are so sweet. (repeat chorus)
Well there I was a-grocery shopping off of highway 114, replenishing my month's supply of hard liquor and saltines. She was selling peaches, and I'd been a long time alone. Well I bought every peach from that woman and took 'em all back home. (repeat chorus)
Last year Becky left me, some hombre out in Reno, she stole my car and broke my heart, but I still wear my ring though. Rita is a Mexican, I'm gone make her a Texan, saddle her up with this ole gringo.
Well Hi Ho Rita, my senorita, standing outside the grocery store. She had a hard time, just trying to make a dime, but she's mine forever and mi amor.
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Bible on the Dash
03:10
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I got a bible on the dash, ashtray full of ash, and a fifth of a fifth underneath the seat. I'm a walking contradiction, ain't got no conviction, except twisting off 'til I'm high enough where I can't even see.
I gave up trying long ago, hell even if I saw the holes in his hands, or in his feet. Lord I carry a heavy load, come save my soul, but face-to-face I still might not believe.
One night in September, a late rain in the summer, I rounded a curve and that truck never saw me. I walked away without a scratch, just an old book off the dash, but the Lord took my chevy and my wife away from me.
(repeat chorus)
I found Jesus on the side of the road, looking for work to send money back home to Mexico. Gave him a dollar for my sake, so I could say I did a little to ease his pain.
(repeat chorus)
I got her bible on the dash, ashtray full of ash, and a handle on Jim Beam but not my sanity. I'm a walking contradiction, ain't got no conviction, except twisting off 'til I'm high enough where I can't even see.
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That's Just Life
03:54
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Well that sweet west Texas moon so pretty looks a whole lot better when you get out of the city, and I'd sure like to see your big ol' pretty smile. Couple soda pops for a $1.59, two for one special 'cause you're one of a kind, maybe we could get lost for a little while? Baby you and me are just a couple of peas, at the high time of the season cause you're so sweet. Honey, let's take a walk down by the creek.
Well that's just life my friend, young love between a couple of kids, succinctly worded so it ends up in a song. Well that's just life my friend, won't you listen to how the story ends. It just keeps a rollin' on, ba daba dam bomb bomb.
Well I don't know too much about your sister, other than the fact that my best friend kissed her, and said she puts out like pie on a windowsill. I don't judge a book by its cover, but you oughta be married 'fore you can be lovers, but I like pie and we got time to kill. Baby, look at me, I'm down here on one knee. I love you, so I bought a ring. Hand-in-hand, let's see what this life brings.
Well that's just life my friend, you know there's a peach underneath the skin, and oh the lengths a man will go to just to peel it off. Well that's just life my friend, won't you listen to how the story ends. It just keeps a rollin' on, ba daba dam bomb bomb.
Well we don't do it like them out in East Texas, checkin' all the cattle long after breakfast, wind picks up 'round here by that time of day. If we finish our work and the chores get done, a little before the settin' sun, maybe we can find ourselves a little shade? Make love and babies, and a family, hang some more fruit from our family tree, stake our claim between love and sanity?
Well that's just life my friend, growin' old with your best friend, Lord said be fruitful and multiply uh-huh. Well that's just life my friend, now you know how the story ends. It just keeps a rollin' on, ba daba dam bomb bomb. It just keeps a rollin' on, ba daba dam bomb bomb.
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Pine Box
03:22
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Bury me in a pine box, don't dwell long on my death, remember all the things I've done and howI always did my best. Don't spend money on a coffin, or a real fancy gravestone, just bury my body in a pine box and leave it alone
I ‘magine by that time I'll have had all I can stand huh, and pinewood come cheap it grows all
over lousiana. Ain't no life in death if there was death in life, follow my example, live and don't waste any time, live and don't waste any time. (chorus)
Give my love to the family, if there's any of ‘em left, if they get to boasting, tell ‘em I outlived ‘em dead. Cause if I die before my time it's cause I had a little too much fun, Lord come with me I still got the race to run, I still got the race to run (Chorus)
Smoke up a bunch of brisket, just like my dad always did, you can serve his memory right but no one does it like he did, you can't do it like he did. To live is Christ, but to die is gain, take my soul up yonder where I won't feel any pain, no more pain
(Chorus)
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Amazing Grace
02:30
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Jordan Robert Kirk Idalou, Texas
Jordan Robert Kirk is a native of West Texas. Descended from pioneers who first settled Crosby County, and the son of a fourth generation farmer and cattleman, JRK's songs are products of life and heritage, looking adversity in the eye in the forms of drought and hail, dirt devils and tornadoes, dirt cheap commodity prices, and soldiering on year by year. ... more
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