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Shetland Ponies
03:23
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Mama's little baby loves Shetland Ponies
Mama's little baby loves Shetland Bread.
Mama's little baby loves Shetland Ponies
Mama's little baby loves Shetland Bread.
Two little ponies sittin' in a manger
One of 'em's sick and the other one's dead.
Mama called the doctor and the doctor told her
Get them ponies some Shetland Bread.
Bring out your sick!
Bring out your dead!
Mama's gonna make some Shetland Bread.
Bring out your sick!
Bring out your dead!
Mama's gonna make some Shetland Bread.
I was a Shetland Pony, once.
I was a Shetland Pony, once.
But I walked away from my green pastures.
I walked away from my green pastures.
'Cause everything was made of grass.
Made of grass.
I was a Simese Fightin' Fish.
I was a Simese Fightin' Fish.
But I swam around and around in circles.
I swam around and around in circles.
Cause everything was made of glass
Made of glass.
I was an orthapedist, once.
I was an orthapedist, once.
But I walked away from a very lucrative practice.
I walked away from a very lucrative practice.
Cause everything was made of bone,
Made of bone.
I was a big ol' junky, once.
I was a big ol' junky, once.
But I walked away from New York City.
I walked away from New York City.
Cause everything was made of stone.
Made of stone.
I was a Shetland Pony, once.
I was a Shetland Pony, once.
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2. |
Better Thing
04:03
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My arms will hold you.
They're open anytime.
My lips will kiss you.
You'll resign.
While you're with me
You can do no wrong.
I'll treat you special
Till someone better comes along.
I'll listen to your stories
Believe your lies
I'll build your ego
Twice it's size.
A better lover
Can't be found.
I'll treat you precious
Till someone better comes around.
While I'm your woman
You're the perfect man.
You won't regret it
I do things none else can.
All this and more
You'll feel like a king.
Just enjoy it
Till I find a better thing.
Just enjoy it, lover,
Till I find a better thing.
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Butterfly
03:20
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In a flurry of smokey essence
Nobody can deny her presence
Swings and sways with her hands upraised.
Body speaking in tight turns and twirls
Sexy gaze and flowing brown curls
Swings and sways with her hands upraised.
Just out of reach
Riding on sighs
Through the air like a sweet sweet butterfly.
Hungry stares from every corner
Oh the ghosts would like to own her
Swing and sway with their hands upraised.
All the maidens in a row so pretty.
All alone hearts full of envy
Swing and sway with their hands upraised
Just out of reach
Riding on sighs
Through the air like a sweet sweet butterfly.
Unaware of the stir she causes
Too and frow on the winds that blow
Drifting, spinning, she never pauses
Even when the doors are closed.
All the fires have now been put out.
Punch and Judy's have all be cast out
Swing and sway from the glasses raised.
From the rable there comes a flutter
On the air she still will flutter
Just out of reach
Riding on sighs
Through the air like a sweet sweet butterfly.
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I loved a man
He couldn't love me
I understand
Still I had his baby
Then one day at work
I got a phone call
There's something wrong at home
It's not right at all
Bring me your guns, Daddy,
And a little piece of mind.
Bring me your guns, Daddy,
Bring me all you can find.
Bring me your guns, Daddy,
But don't ask what for.
I'll tell you more, gladly,
When you get to my door.
I rushed right home,
My baby was fine.
But out on the sidewalk
Lay a body shaped chalkline.
A man he was killed
Right in front of my door
With my baby inside.
My heart hit the floor.
Bring me your guns, Daddy,
And a little piece of mind.
Bring me your guns, Daddy,
Bring me all you can find.
Bring me your guns, Daddy,
But don't ask what for.
I'll tell you more, gladly,
When you get to my door.
My daddy rushed over.
He asked, "What's your plan?"
I said, "All I know now
Is that I have to make a stand."
So I sat on my front porch
Polished guns, made 'em shine
To send a clear message
Don't *mess with me and mine.
Bring me your guns, Daddy,
And a little piece of mind.
Bring me your guns, Daddy,
Bring me all you can find.
Bring me your guns, Daddy,
But don't ask what for.
I'll tell you more, gladly,
When you get to my door.
When you get to my door, Daddy.
Hurry to my door.
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5. |
90% of the Time
02:48
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Do you ever listen?
Do you ever think?
You're always talking
But your opinions stink.
You should keep your mouth shut
90% of the time
You should keep your mouth shut.
Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Na Na Na Na!
Lunatics and strangers
Telling me what to do.
Not a brain between them,
Idiots with no clue.
They should keep their mouths shut.
90% of the time
They should keep their mouths shut.
Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Na Na Na Na!
Daddy told me
When I was young
That I was a smart ass
And it might be fun
But I should keep my mouth shut.
90% of the time
I should keep my mouth shut.
Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Na Na Na Na!
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He promised that he's always love
Even that he'd quit cigarettes for me
We moved a couple hours away from here.
But when the times got hard and the punches came fast
The cocaine flowed and the lovin' crashed.
I hear he and his new wife are doing well.
I don't believe in the devil, but I sure believe in cocaine.
Some folks don't like it,
Some can have a little fun with it
But too many of my friends it's taken away.
I moved in next door we were instant friends
She was there for me through thick and thin
I figured if there was a problem I would know.
Then all of a sudden she was moving away
I thought she was looking for a brighter day.
Turns out she'd lost everything up her nose.
I don't believe in the devil, but I sure believe in cocaine.
Some folks don't like it,
Some can have a little fun with it
But too many of my friends it's taken away.
Every addict is somebody's baby
Brother, sister, man or lady
Not just a bunch of folks that you don't know.
From family work or school or even the pew
Cocaine don't give a shit about you.
Neither does the devil, so I'm told.
I don't believe in the devil, but I sure believe in cocaine.
Some folks don't like it,
Some can have a little fun with it
But too many of my friends it's taken away.
Too many of my friends it's take away.
One more of my friends it's take away.
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7. |
This Lost Heart
04:04
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Crosswords, PBS, don't replace
A lover's touch upon hand
Upon face.
To admit this makes me squirm inside.
No words can describe
This lost heart.
Books and magazines ride the printed page.
Cover memories wishing to erase.
Just tough it out
Soon it will subside.
No words can describe
This lost heart.
If only feelings were like water
Or like stone.
Hard as granite
Or as a river flows.
It does no good to complain or to whine.
No words can decribe
This lost heart.
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8. |
Domestic Situation
02:24
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He is on the pill
I am on dope
We are on welfare
And there is little hope
Of our situation improving
There is little hope.
He gets off the bus
I get on the phone
Cause we can't stand to be together
But we can't stand to be alone
Oh God,
What a mess.
Our domestic situation is grim
and getting grimmer
And my hope for the future is slim
And getting slimmer.
He's always been glum
But now he's gloomer
And our little bedroom
Is getting roomier.
He is on prozac
I'm on methadone
If we keep going on like this we'll wind up in a home.
Oh Lord,
I can't stand it.
Our domestic situation is grim
and getting grimmer
And my hope for the future is slim
And getting slimmer.
He's always been glum
But now he's gloomer
And our little bedroom
Is getting roomier.
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9. |
No Love In Your Heart
03:34
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He said, "That's it. I quit."
He put on his coat, his shoes
And he split.
He said you got no love in your heart.
The door slammed
I laughed.
It's just a fit
Soon he'll be back.
He said you got no love in your heart.
He said, "It's the same old shtick.
Treats and tricks.
No romance or care!"
It makes him sick.
He said you got no love in your heart.
A hard days work
Made me a jerk
Because I didn't hang on his every word.
He said you got no love in your heart.
I payed the bills
Food and rent
He had it all what more did expect?
He said you got no love in your heart.
He whined and cried
I never met his needs
Now he's free as he please
Why did it have to include me?
He said you got no love in your heart.
Well that was mister no. 3
I'm begining to wonder if the problem ain't me.
He said you got no love in your heart.
He said you got no love in your heart.
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10. |
Elizabeth's Own
04:44
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Elizabeth was a lady
Who many years ago
Caught a ship from far away
And landed on our shores.
She married a nice Lutheran
With sparkling blue eyes
They had a beautiful family
But in childbirth she died.
The Lutheran remarried.
He thought his wife was good
But like a nightmare from a fairytale
Her heart was made of wood.
The children lived in terror
The husband never the same.
How would it have been different
If Elizabeth remained?
I am a daughter of Elizabeth.
A great-great Granddaughter
Of the great Elizabeth.
Though we've known sorrow
And trials of our own
There's no one that I'd rather be
Than Elizabeth's own.
My childhood was no better
My mother harsh and mean.
Would she have learned those habits
If Elizabeth stayed queen?
The pain it trickles slowly
Through generations far.
But love still shines like light surrounds
From Elizabeth's star.
I am a daughter of Elizabeth.
A great-great Granddaughter
Of the great Elizabeth.
Though we've known sorrow
And trials of our own
There's no one that I'd rather be
Than Elizabeth's own.
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11. |
Dancer of Dreams
04:34
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Some people fly in their sleep
Or get a scare and start to weep
But my recurring theme
A dancer in my dreams.
He moves with skill and grace
He has an angel's face
Like no one I've ever seen
His body strong and lean
He whispers things I can't hear
I want to draw him near
Then he moves away
I want to make him stay
OoooOoOoOoooooOoOoooo
He moves with skill and grace.
He has an angel's face.
Whispers things I can't hear
I want to draw him near
Then he moves away
I want to make him stay
My recurring theme
Dancer in my dreams.
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12. |
Get Outta My Mind
02:33
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I gotta new place.
Gonna forget your face.
Get outta my mind.
I'll learn a new song
It won't take me long
Get outta my mind
You said you didn't want me
Now all you do is sulk for me
Your's aren't my problems
I don't gotta solve 'em
Get outta my mind.
I dive a new car
And found a new bar
Get outta my mind
I may leave the state
And find a new fate
Get outta my mind
Ever since you choose not to have me
I've been trying to be happy
I don't even want you
No reason to feel blue
Get outta my mind
You don't know what you want but I do
You are the stubborn fool who
Broke your own heart just to be right
Mine just got in the way
But since you don't need my insight
I guess I'll be on my way.
I'm gonna start fresh.
With plenty 'a rest.
Get outta my mind.
I'll find someone true
Who won't leave me blue
Get outta my mind.
Each day I feel a little stronger
But each night I dream a little longer.
I don't wanna miss you
I just wanna kill you
Get outta my mind
Get outta my mind
Get outta my mind
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Whisky Christy & The Half Pint Orchestra Greensboro, North Carolina
We play original tunes by Half Pint, Mystkdog, Pajama Don, and Whisky Christy. Jivin' Jim calls us a pack of stray songwriters!
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