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New Coat Of
Paint
Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome
old town
Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down.
You wear a dress, baby,
and I'll wear a tie.
We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy
sky
All your scribbled lovedreams, are lost or thrown away,
Here
amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day
Our love needs a transfusion so
let's shoot it full of wine
Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin'in
your line.
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I never saw the morning 'til I stayed up
all night
I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out the light
I never
saw my hometown until I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody, until
I needed a song.
I never saw the white line, 'til I was leaving you
behind
I never knew I needed you 'til I was caught up in a bind
I never
spoke 'I love you' 'til I cursed you in vain,
I never felt my heartstrings
until I nearly went insane.
I never saw the east coast 'til I move to the
west
I never saw the moonlight until it shone off your breast
I never saw
your heart 'til someone tried to steal,
tried to steal it away
I never
saw your tears until they rolled down your face.
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Well you hate those diesels rollin'
And those Friday nights out
bowlin'
When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night
You wish you
had a dollar
For every time he hollered
That he's leavin'
And he's
never comin' back
But the curtain-laced billow
And his hands on your
pillow
And his trousers are hangin' on the chair
You're lyin' through
your pain, babe
But you're gonna tell him he's your man
And you ain't got
the courage to leave
He tells you that you're on his mind
You're the
only one he's ever gonna find
It's kind-a special, understands his
complicated soul...
But the only place a man can breathe
And collect
his thoughts is
Midnight and flyin' away on the road.
But you've
packed and unpacked
So many times you've lost track
And the steam heat is
drippin' off the walls
But when you hear his engines
You're lookin'
through the window in the kitchen and you know
You're always gonna be there
when he calls
'Cause he's a truck drivin' man
Stoppin' when he
can
He's a truck drivin' man
Stoppin' when he can
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I'm leavin' my fam'ly
Leavin' all my friends
My body's at
home
But my heart's in the wind
Where the clouds are like headlines
On
a new front page sky
My tears are salt water
And the moon's full and
high
And I know Martin Eden's
Gonna be proud of me
And many before
me
Who've been called by the sea
To be up in the crow's nest
Singin' my
say
Shiver me Timbers
'Cause I'm a-sailin' away
And the fog's
liftin'
And the sand's shiftin'
I'm driftin' on out
Ol' Captain
Ahab
He ain't got nothin' on me, now.
So swallow me, don't follow
me
I'm trav'lin' alone
Blue water's my daughter
'n I'm gonna skip like
a stone
So please call my missus
Gotta tell her not to cry
'Cause
my goodbye is written
By the moon in the sky
Hey and nobody knows me
I
can't fathom my stayin'
Shiver me timbers
'Cause I'm a-sailin'
away
And the fog's liftin'
And the sand's shiftin'
I'm driftin' on
out
Ol' Captain Ahab
He ain't got nothin' on me
So come and swallow me,
follow me
I'm trav'lin' alone
Blue water's my daughter
'n I'm gonna
skip like a stone
And I'm leavin' my family
Leavin' all my
friends
My body's at home
But my heart's in the wind
Where the clouds
are like headlines
Upon a new front page sky
And shiver me
timbers
'Cause I'm a-sailin' away
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Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pulling into town on
the Interstate
Pulling a steel train in the rain
The wind bites my cheek
through the wing
Fast flying, freway driving
Always makes me
sing
There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune
Pulling up fast on the
right
Rolling restlessly, twenty-four hour moon
Wisconsin hiker with a
cue-ball head
Wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed
fifteen feet of snow
in the East
Colder then a welldigger's ass
Oceanside it ends the ride,
San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed,
cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in the neon billin'
Theatre's
fillin' to the brim
Slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of
sin
Metropolitan area with interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights
from Riverside
Black and white plates, out of state,
running a little bit
late
Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don't miss it
Rolling
hills and concrete fields
The broken line's on your mind
Eights go
east and the fives go north
The merging nexus back and forth
You see your
sign, cross the line,
signalling with a blink
The radio's gone off
the air
Gives you time to think
You ease it out and you creep
across
Intersection light goes out
You hear the rumble
As you fumble
for a cigarette
Blazing through this midnight jungle
Remember someone that
you met
One more block; the engine talks
And whispers 'home at last'
It
whispers, whispers, whispers
'home at last', home at last
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Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your
sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're
looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday
And
your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin'
cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday
night
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out
ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the
Saturday
You're reachin' your peak
Stoppin' on the red
You're goin'
on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And
you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday
night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's
ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the
corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it
kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that
came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of
Saturday night
Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down
the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Is the
crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second
cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the
melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of special down in the
core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you
stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're
stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
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Friday left me fumblin' with the blues
And it's hard to win when you
always lose
Because the nightspots spend your spirit
Beat your head
against the wall
Two dead ends and you've still got to choose
You know
the bartenders
They all know my name
And they catch me when I'm pulling up
lame
And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
When I should
be living clean instead
You know the ladies I've been seeing off and
on
Well they spend your love and then they're gone
You can't be lovin'
someone who is savage and cruel
Take your love and then they leave on out of
town
No they do
Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze
But its
standin' up that's so hard for me
I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death
I'd break your back
You know your perfume
Well it won't let me
be
You know the bartenders all know my name
And they catch me when I'm
pulling up lame
And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my
head
When I should be living clean instead
Come on baby
Let your
love light shine
Gotta bury me inside of your fire
Because your eyes are
'nough to blind me
You're like a-looking at the sun
You gotta whisper tell
me I'm the one
Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one
Gotta whisper tell
me I'm the one
Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one
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The evening fell just like a star
Left a trail behind
You spit as
you slammed out the door
If this is love we're crazy
As we fight like cats
and dogs
But I just know there's got to be more
So please call me,
baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We
do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want
you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain
I admit that I
ain't no angel
I admit that I ain't no saint
I'm selfish and I'm cruel and
I'm blind
If I exorcise my devils
Well my angels may leave too
When
they leave they're so hard to find
(Chorus)
We're always at each
other's throats
It drives me up the wall
Most of the time I'm just blowing
off steam
And I wish to God you'd leave me
And I wish to God you'd
stay
Life's so different than it is in your
dreams
(Chorus)
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Depot, depot, what am I doing here?
Depot, depot, what am I doing
here?
I ain't coming, I ain't going
My confusion is showing
Outside the
midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue
I'm gonna paint myself blue
At the
depot
I watch the taxis pull up and idle
I can't claim title to a
single memory
He offered me a key
'Cause opportunity don't knock
He has
no tongue and she cannot talk
You're gonna shuffle when you walk
At the
depot
This peeping-Tom needs a peephole
And an uptempo song
To move
me along
When I find this depot baby
I'm on a roll just like a pool ball
baby
I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe
At the depot
Outside
the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue
Oh, tell me what a poor boy to
do
At the depot
I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby
I'm gonna be
there at the roll call maybe
At the depot
The depot
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Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift
'Neath the cement
stroll
Catch the midnight drift
Cigar chewing charlie
In that newspaper
nest
grifting hot horse tips
On who's running the best
And I'm
blinded by the neon
Don't try and change my tune
'Cause I thought I heard
a saxophone
I'm drunk on the moon
And the moon's a silver
slipper
It's pouring champagne stars
Broadway's like a serpent
Pulling
shiny top-down cars
Laramer is teeming
With that undulating beat
And
some Bonneville is screaming
It's way wilder down the
street
(Chorus)
Hearts flutter and race
The moon's on the
wane
Tarts mutter their dream hopes
The night will ordain
Come schemers
and dancers
Cherry delight
As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound
And it cuts
throught the night
And I've hawked all my yesterdays
Don't try and
change my tune
'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I'm drunk on the
moon
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A cab combs the snake,
Tryin' to rake in that last night's
fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life
like
small change on strangers...
Paws his inside P-coat pocket
for a
welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of
Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade
thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says,
"Irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
And
the Texaco beacon burns on,
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve
Special'...
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
"You know it could be a
distributor and it could be a coil."
The early mornin' final edition's on
the stands,
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his
hands.
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Eggs - roll 'em over and a
package of Kents,
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn
straight,
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.
And the
early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Across a cash crop car lot
filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,
Leaving the town in a-keeping
Of
the one who is sweeping
Up the ghost of Saturday night...
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