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east of yesterday
The Hangdogs


 
once more's gone
hey janeane
speed rack
drift
something left to save
the ring
i'd call to say i love you...
the man with the plan
  that went awry

high and dry
in my dreams
they don't play no country
  on the east side of new york

flatlands

once more's gone

I'll say what you feel
You never let somebody give you something you could steal
And I know just what you'll do
You keep coming round here even though I ain't over you

(PRE-CHORUS)
But things are changing since I finally cried
The tears cleared years, washed off that fear inside
And before you start your pouting and your dancing cross the floor
Forget it now, I'm all dried out, I don't want to once-more

Cause once more's gone
Yeah, once more's gone
Three times, twice, just once last time
Ain't nothin less than wrong

When we started this stupid game
I never thought that things could ever end up the same
And whenever you let me slide
I couldn't think right no matter how hard I tried

PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS

hey janeane

You got a sneer as mean as Elvis and a glare as cold as ice
Well I guess somebody disappointed you least once or twice
You say everyone's entitled to their bonehead points of view
Buy you never met an argument you couldn't drive
a big ol Mack truck through

You work a job you hate, cause you hate to work at all
Cause there ain't no jobs requiring attitude and alcohol
Pay check goes to your landlord, what's left goes to your tab
Ain't no use saving up, cause, girl
we just ain't got the thighs for Trinidad

Hey, Janeane, ain't it funny how we hate the same things
And how America forsook both you and me
Hey, Janeane, let's us get drunk, get bitter and get mean
Fall in love and make somebody else doubt what they believe

No life insurance, t-bills, stocks
no paper trail to lead us from this
Ascetic life of disenfranchisement and cable TV

Janeane, they calls us 'slackers,' just can't comprehend
How this suburban picket fence is just a wall and not an end
I knew you were the girl of my dreams, or close enough
When I figured out that neither of us had ourselves a dream left to speak of

CHORUS

speed rack    (Bruce Henderson)

You know you sell yourself too short
Then again you always did
Living in a trailer by the highway
With one too many kids

Who is that guy you married anyway
And do you think he'd fix my car?
Do you know what you are doing
Do you remember who you are?

(CHORUS 1)
You're drinking from the speed rack of life
You know that all that rot gut takes its toll
Always liked it fast, always liked it hard
But now you're growin old
Now you're growin old

You hold a special place in my heart
Cause you broke it through and through
I never loved another woman
Then again I don't love you

(CHORUS 2)
You're drinking from the speed rack of life
Can't count the times that you been bought and sold
Always like it fast, always like it hard
But now you're growin old
Now you're growin old

CHORUS 1

drift

Christmas came to a little town
And the kids came home and bought the folks a round
And the folks went home, and the kids hung out
    Like they do and like they've always done
And in that flow of booze into which we'd swum
It didn't matter one bit from whence we'd come
Cause I knew when I saw you we'd both come from under
    The bridge under which all waters run

Christie, I did you wrong I know
now it just seems so long ago
Seems I've loved and lost and drunk it off
a thousand times since then
And Christie, I'm as scared as you
and I'm lost out on that river too
Maybe someday we'd both do a whole lot worse
than to drift across each other
Again

So we caught up on the last few years
The triumphs lost, and the bitter tears
Seems the good slips through the cracks of age
    And the bad hangs round to humble you
We talked until they shut it down
Then we walked all through that snow-glazed town
And underneath the same old bone-white moon
    We kissed as if our love was new

CHORUS

something left to save  RealAudio Sound Clip

Wind cuts a path through dust and heat
Sends papers flyin down a dirty old street
City's lit up like a Christmas tree
But you pay for the treasure lies underneath
Everything's got a price in this old burg
And when your credit runs out, you pay in hurt
And a soul only costs what a body's worth
And the next one's just as cheap

The street corner preacher says just have faith
Says Jesus comin back to take us home someday
But he's running short on time and something left to save

Twenty floors up in a new high-rise
They hate their boss, plot his demise
They play their stocks and their PR lies
And they sip their whiskey sours
Down here we buy what they say we need
Play the Quick Pick 5 and the OTB
If we could trade in our debt for our dignity
We'd take back what was always ours

CHORUS

(Bridge)
It says somewhere we're all made equal
but leastways in this town, it don't stay that way
There's your color, there's your schooling
there's your savoir faire and who you know and your credit rate

CHORUS

the ring

Hey, Joe, how's it going? How's business today?
Fraid I won't be buyin' nothin' no time soon
But this Buddy Holly record is the first I ever played
And I thought it might be worth a buck or two

And hey, while you're looking, maybe you could have a glance
At this Springsteen bootleg circa 84
Was playing "Thunder Road" the night I rode out for the promised land
Now I found her and I don't need it no more

They say all the world's a stage, and some get up and play
While some wait in the wings and hum the score
But this music all will fade, unless I finally take that stage
With the ring that makes us one forever more

Dwight Yoakam taught me honky-tonk could rock & roll again
Steve Earle sang me through nights of rain and tears
Gear Daddies took me back home like a letter never sent
But it all seems like another life since she appeared

Hey, Joe, just need a few bucks more. You can name your price
If this Dave Alvin ain't worth somethin' I'll be damned
And we danced to this old Thumper Jones the night I realized
It all means nothing to the blessing of her hand

They say all the world's a stage, and some get up and play
While some wait in the wings and hum the score
But this music all will fade, unless I finally take that stage
With the ring that makes us one forever more

i'd call to say i love you...  RealAudio Sound Clip

Well the work ain't bad, hell, it pays the rent
And keeps my fool mind otherwise occupied till day's end
And the overtime goes a good way to a drink or two or four
And I'd call to say I love you, but I don't no more

Well this beer ain't the best, but it works real cheap
And this old bar's bout as far from uptown as downtown can be
But if nothin else they know my name, and they don't close till four
And I'd call to say I love you but I don't no more

(Bridge)
It ain't like I forgot your number or just can't find the time
It ain't as if I forgot the way things used to be
But all the sweetest memories in this world ain't worth this lyin
Pretending that I give a damn was next for you and me

This life ain't that of Riley, but then his ain't mine
And though things are rarely black-and-white, some get clearer over time
Maybe once I thought we could beat the odds, though they've always won before
And I'd call to say I love you, but I don't no more

the man with the plan that went awry

Well this bus ain't stoppin for nothin
We got a hundred-six more miles to go tonight
Once I thought this road was all I ever wanted
Now I'm the man with the plan that went awry

We got guitars in the back, beer in the freezer
We got screaming fans the next stop down the line
I once thought one of them a night was all I needed
But now I'm the man with the plan that went awry

(Bridge 1)
I'm the man who once upon a time had it all figured out
This road would always lead me to the roar of that next crowd
And I thought tha'd be enough, till you done messed it up
Got me dreamin of a nice white picket house

Well the bar it's got the bourbon poured and ready
And we rock that house like each and every night
Young girls eye me in lieu of their steadies
But now I'm the man with the plan that went awry

(Bridge 2)
I'm the man who once upon a time had this system down cold
No flowers, rings, no strings attached, no romance to unfold
And I thought tha'd be enough, till you done messed it up
Got me feelin this damn hunger in my soul

Well this bus ain't stoppin for nothin
And each mile takes me further from your side
Once I thought this life was all I ever wanted
Now I'm that man with the plan that went awry

high and dry

We've been living on the bank of a wishing well
Pitching pennies and always hoping that time will tell
But time has run out, left us high and dry
And I'd rather lose my dreams than see my baby cry

I guess I'll go back to the old race track
god, I hate to call it quits
But this back-stretch pace ain't no kinda place
for a lady to raise a kid
You've loved my songs and me so long
your faith is not in vain
And I'll cherish the few that I wrote for you
when this track drives me insane

CHORUS

You're a woman who surely should be doing more
than just waiting in the wings
For a foolish guy with a makeshift smile
going broke on the songs he sings
We both know we've got to let it go
pretend we've never met
And Keeneland is the place that's got what it takes
to help this man forget

CHORUS

Oh my plans have rusted, they've stalled and busted
they don't cut it anymore
I been sending tapes for years, for God's sake
but no one's beating down my door
So get a brand new start while you can, sweetheart
Nashville doesn't want my songs
And if by chance they call, you can tell em all to kiss my ass
they waited too long

CHORUS

in my dreams  RealAudio Sound Clip

Next time that boss of mine tries to blame me for his life
I swear I'll do just what I swore I'd do the last ten times
I'll pack my jeans and records, I'll leave the rest behind
Buy a beat-up hunk of pick-up and I'll drive

Next time that job of mine tries to short my overtime
Or some suit-and-tie-bound yuppie deigns to quote me company line
I'll pack my jeans and TV, head down some lonesome road
Tell em all my two weeks began two weeks ago

I'll meet you somewhere out there where the rivers still run clean
Somewhere beyond these city lights and politics and schemes
I'll be the one with nothing but my fool pride and my jeans
I'll meet you somewhere out there in my dreams

Next time some goddamn guy sees the moonlight in my eyes
Next time I actually listen to some lovely stranger's lies
I'll shrug em off and tell em that I've finally gotten wise
Just like I swore I'd do a million times

CHORUS

they don't play no country on the east side of new york

Let me introduce myself, I'm no one you should know
But you may've passed my way a time or two once long ago
Well once I played the big rooms, now I can't get in the door
Cause they don't play no country on the east side of New York

Didn't come to town to make no scene just work and pay some bills
But things they rarely go as planned and probly never will
Picked my old guitar back up just to forget my daily chores
But I never thought it'd lead me to the east side of New York

(CHORUS 1)
New York, New York, it's a living hell of a town
A melting pot, a Camelot where different strokes abound
They got noise rock and techno-pop, reggae, blues and more
But they don't play no country on the east side of New York

(Bridge)
I raised whole tracts of West Side from Columbia to Canal
I ripped up SoHo, torched the Village, always got the gal
Label boys said, 'you're real good, son, and we might even record,
But first you'll have to wow 'em on the east side of New York.'

They booked some trendoid hellhole full of beads and plaid and hair
I tore that place a new door, when I finished they just stared
They gaped at me like they had seen no goddamn hick before
And weren't about to have no country on the east side of New York

(CHORUS 2)
New York, New York, it's a living hell of a town
A melting pot, a Camelot where different strokes abound
They got grunge rock and hip-hop, jazz and ska and Bjork
But they don't play no country on the east side of New York

flatlands    (Grimm/Henderson)  Free MP3 Download

I grew up in the flatlands where the winter wind blows cold
Where the sun'll make you sweat and the work'll make you old
Where they measure a man's worth by the acre and the head
I grew up in the flatlands where the rivers all run red

Where I grew up they taught you passion was best kept inside
Rage and disappointment were just things you should abide
You might lie awake for hours feeling numb or seeing red
But you never moved a muscle when he finally climbed in bed

Nobody ever said life was easy
Nobody ever said the world was fun
Nobody ever said very much at all in the place
Where I come from

They say it was the liquor made him crazy
They say it was the liquor made him hit
They say it was the liquor kept him out all night
And made him do the things she told him he'd regret

She held her tongue about the other women
She held her tongue when he drank all the rent
She shot em when she caught him with her daughter
Told the sheriff that's one sin I won't repent

CHORUS

Where I grew up the old men gathered round the Gibson's store
They talked football games and weather and not to damn much more
But they fell silent when they saw you, just stared as you'd pass by
Cause it ain't nobody's business who your mama killed or why

CHORUS

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