Fairuza Balk - Horse Jaw Breaker

by Fairuza Balk

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1.
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Oh that smell Can't you smell that smell Oh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Angel of darkness is upon you Stuck a needle in your arm So take another toke, have a blow for your nose One more drink fool, will drown you Oh that smell Can't you smell that smell Oh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Now they call you Prince Charming Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes Say you'll be all right come tomorrow But tomorrow might not be here for you Oh that smell Can't you smell that smell Oh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm I know I been there before One little problem that confronts you Got a monkey on your back Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick One hell of a price for you to get your kicks Oh that smell Can't you smell that smell Oh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Oh that smell Can't you smell that smell Oh that smell The smell of death surrounds you
2.
If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me For I must be travelin' on now There's too many places I got to see If I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh oh oh oh oh oh And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows, I can't change Bye and bye baby, it's been sweet love, yeah yeah Though this feelin' I can't change Please don't take it so badly 'Cause Lord knows, I'm to blame And if I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't even be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh oh oh oh oh oh And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows, I can't change Lord help me, I can't change Lord I can't change Won't you fly high free bird yeah
3.
I was cutting a rug Down at place called The Jug With a girl named Linda Lou When in walked a man With a gun in his hand And he was looking for you know who He said, "Hey there, fellow With the hair colored yellow Whatcha tryin' to prove? 'Cause that's my woman there And I'm a man who cares And this might be all for you I said, excuse me I was scared and fearing for my life I was shaking like a leaf on a tree 'Cause he was lean, mean Big and bad, Lord Pointin' that gun at me "Oh, wait a minute, mister I didn't even kiss her Don't want no trouble with you And I know you don't owe me But I wish you'd let me Ask one favor from you" "Oh, won't you Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister And you'll never see me no more" For, sure Well the crowd cleared away And I began to pray And the water fell on the floor And I'm telling you, son Well, it ain't no fun Staring straight down a forty-four Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou And that's the break I was looking for And you could hear me screaming a mile away As I was headed out toward your door "Oh, won't you Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister And you'll never see me no more" Show me the back door
4.
Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me Well there ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me And I ain't hidin' from nobody Nobody's hidin' from me Oh, that's the way its supposed to be Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia I don't know Well I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home But I don't love me no one woman So I can't stay in Georgia long Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Oooh Mr Breeze
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Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by But I don't ask you about your business, don't ask me about mine Well its true I love the money and I love my brand new car I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playing in a honky tonk bar But when I come off the road, well I just got to have my time 'Cause I got to find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind [Chorus] So, don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So, don't ask me about my business And I won't tell you goodbye That's right Well, "what's your favorite color and do you dig the brothers," is drivin' me up a wall And everytime I think I can sleep, some fool has got to call Well don't you think that when I come home, I just want a little peace of mind If you want to talk about the business buddy, you're just wastin' time [Chorus] I said don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away If you want to talk fishin, well I guess that'll be OK
6.
Well, I used to wake the mornin' Before the rooster crowed Searchin' for soda bottles To get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner Down to the country store Cash 'em in, and give my money To a man named Curtis Loew Old Curt was a black man With white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine He did not have a care He used to own an old Dobro Used to play it 'cross his knee I'd give old Curt my money He'd play all day for me Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew Well, I got your drinkin' money Tune up your Dobro People said he was useless Them people all were fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker To ever play the blues He looked to be sixty And maybe I was ten Mama used to whoop me But I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet Try to stay in time He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink of wine Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew Well, I got your drinkin' money Tune up your Dobro People said he was useless Them people all were fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker To ever play the blues Yes, sir On the day old Curtis died Nobody came to pray Ol' preacher said some words And they chunked him in the clay Well, he lived a lifetime Playin' the black man's blues And on the day he lost his life That's all he had to lose Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew I wish that you was here so Everyone would know People said he was useless Them people all were fools 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker To ever play the blues

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released January 30, 2017

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