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1990 |
1. | Good Friends, Good Whiskey, Good Lovin' |
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3. | Hot to Trot |
4. | Big Mamou |
5. | I Mean I Love You |
6. | Man to Man |
7. | Almost Persuaded |
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9. | Ain't Nobody's Business |
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There's homeless on the streets of every city
Big city crime in every little town
There's people makin' money off of Jesus
And taxes draggin' everybody down
There's politicians, kinda stretchin' the truth
And farmers are gettin', pulled up by their roots
And pushers tellin' little kids, high's the only way (Bull)
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today
It's true we've got our problems, Lord knows we make mistakes
And every time we solve one, ten others take its place
But you won't see those refugees, headin' the other way
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today
But there's a million happy homes for every homeless
And opportunity still knocks on every door
Our younger generation's really shinin'
Much brighter than they've ever shined before
We've got the right, to vote our leaders in
Yeah, and we've got the right, to vote them out again
And we're all free, to speak our mind, and not get locked away
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today
It's true we've got our problems, Lord knows we make mistakes
And every time we solve one, ten others take its place
But you won't see those refugees, headin' the other way
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today
Oh, welcome to, the U.S.A. today
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Just as long as I can keep a lot a friends around me,
Oh, it helps to keep a worried mind occupied.
I do alright till dark of night surrounds me,
Then I think of her and then I cry.
Lord, there's a cold heart gone and I'm stoned at the jukebox,
Playin' I can't help it if I'm still in love with you.
Cause that's the kind of songs it takes to get all this ole hurtin' out,
Lord, I love that hurtin' music, cause I am hurtin', too.
Lord knows, I been runnin' up and down this ol' interstate 65,
I loved in Nashville, Tennessee high falutin' woman I tried,
Now I'm busted stone flat down in Springhill.
I got nothin' but time and the bottles to kill,
Well, I never thought I could ever feel like that.
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There aint no man gonna invade my territory there aint nobody out there gonna mess with me
because I'm big and hard and battlescarred and getting long in the tooth desperate and hungry and got nothing to loose.
Yeah I'm a lone wolf I've been chased and I've been bit.yeah I'm a lone wolf.They like to shoot at me but they miss.
Yeah I'm a lone wolf and I ain't never been trapped, and God help the people that think they got me cornered at last.
I've been hunting.I've been tracking. I've been running since I was 3,born in Louisiana Swamp,moved with the pack to Tennessee.
Raised by black and white dogs to some country,some rock-n-roll. They said now boy your gonna have to quit your houlling so.
Staying up all night and chasing Lassies by the moon laying up all day on the porch playing guitar tunes.
Yeah I'm a lone wolf and I no longer run with the pack.Yeah I am a lone wolf.I don't ever look back.
Hey I am a lone wolf out here on the prowl and most of us have been penned up but I'm still running wild.
Hey I'm a lone wolf.I've been chased and I've been bit.Yeah I am a lone wolf this ole dog knows all the tricks.
Hey I'm a lone wolf.Still hungry and I'm on the prowl, and most of us have been penned up but Bocephus is running wild.
You better watch out because I'm hungry and I'm on the prowl.
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