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Widespread Panic




Альбом Widespread Panic


Live At Myrtle Beach (22.02.2005)
22.02.2005
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Dirty Business
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Stop Breakin' Down Blues
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watchin people roll by
wonderin where they're goin
hey, what's your job
what are you knowin

drivin to the grocery store
pull my money out
passin by the liquor store
throw my money down

ain't life grand
ain't life grand

my wife's got the blues
now I've got them
gonna bring her a kiss
make those blues run

ain't life grand
ain't life grand

sun came out the other day
through those dusty clouds
and in my mind I was a child
and it felt good ! ! !

ain't life grand (x4)

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Conrad the Caterpillar thought he was really killer,
Couldn't wait to build a cocoon (original lyrics)
Couldn't wait to buy blue suede shoes (recent lyrics)
Spent all his days eatin' leaves in the shade
And stayed when the night set, too.
Conrad the Caterpillar knew life would be a thriller
Soon as the threads was spun
Wouldn't stop to play in the Caterpillar Games
Till his own webbing game was done.


He said, "No, no, I got no time to play,
Got a thousand little legs that don't get me too far in a day,
I'm leaving, looks like I can't stay."


That little pillar he found him a willow
Spun in with a craftsmans weave
Wound so tightly to protect him from the light
And all shapes of water that drop from the leaves
Conrad the Caterpillar knew he would be a chiller
LyricsAnd he wound it tighter some more
Wound it so wide and the ends of his legs got sore.


He said, "No, now I can't feel my feet
Just when I thought it was time to take a stroll on down the street
I'm leaving, looks like I can't leave
What do you know?
What's all this moving around with inside me?


What kind of 'piller could touch the world of a miller
Chopping trees to build a new store
Nobody sees a lonely bump on the tree
Except a lump who's crying for more
Conrad the Caterpillar knew life would be a chiller as he wound it tighter some more
Anybody stands in the caterpillar's place is moving in a standing run


He said, "No brother, I just need some room to fly,
I spent all of my days just trying to keep dry
Oh I'd take a waterfall or a drop from my eye
I can't see nothin' from here anyway, I might as well make room and try
Might as well try


Oh no, I just need a little room to play
Got a thousand little wings and I'm gonna use them all today
I'm leaving, it looks like I gotta stay.


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Don't wanna lose you right now
Don't wanna lose you
Don't wanna lose you right now
Don't wanna lose you

You know, I can't see straight
And I'm feelin' dizzy

I can't feel my face
Against the hard wood floor

I'm gonna tell you right now
I guess our very last day
I'm afraid for my life
'Cause I would lose you

Don't wanna lose you right now
Don't wanna lose you
Don't wanna lose you right now
Don't wanna lose you

LyricsI had dreams last night
While you still were sleeping
I can see my faith
Runnin' out the backdoor
I'm going to tell you right now
Like it's the very last day

And I'm afraid for my life
'Cause I will lose you

Don't wanna lose you right now
Don't wanna lose you
Don't wanna lose you right now
Don't wanna lose you

I'm gonna tell you right now
I guess our very last day
I'm afraid for my life
'Cause I would lose you

Don't wanna lose you right now
Don't wanna lose you
Don't wanna lose you right now
Don't wanna lose you


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Dirty Business

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Stop Breakin' Down Blues

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Papa's hitting the road again
Takes the show cross-country for hire
And the crowds come and go
Secret agents getting bigger
Mom's holding sister in the chair
Turning pages of photographs
Warm in their memories
Falling asleep by the fire

To the highway where some new cowboys go
Drivers and drifters and rouges
And the crew's still working
Everybody's cracking jokes
Morning comes so easy
Sharing stories and forgetting time
Take the rest in the look in her eyes
As they go and close time

Papa's driving past the night
He's working his way to make it home
The old man gonna be a sight
LyricsWhen the morning come, when the morning comes

To the highway where some old cowboys go
Drivers and drifters and rouges
Some drink here, some dance here
Hear old big boy telling jokes
Mom's holding sister in the chair
Sharing stories and forgetting time
Warm in their memories of
Falling asleep by the fire

Papa's he driving past the night
He's working his way to make it home
The old man gonna be a sight
When the morning come, when the morning comes
Papa's coming home
Papa's coming home

Papa coming home...


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It was six o' clock on Saturday
Henry Parsons died.
All of his good neighbors say
That man was never truly satisfied.
Preacherman never said no prayers
Church bells didn't ring
Everybody stood up and stared when some
Choirgirls jumped up and started to sing

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia.
Devil still called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame.

Had an auction on his from porch this morning
Sold off all his clothes
Sold off his four-poster bed
There were debutantes and old ladies breaking out in fights in the front row
Burned his house and spent the night
Smoke rose thick and black
Now Henry Parsons' got no place to stay
LyricsIf he ever gets the nerve up to come back

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia.
Devil still called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame.

Everybody knows his name
They've heard about his reputation
They all came to see him buried down in the ground
What you might call a little bit of morbid fascination
What is everybody gonna say?
What is everybody gonna do?
Now that Henry Parsons' passed away
We got no one to lay our guilt on to

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia.
Devil still called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down...

He was baptized in every creek in Georgia.
Devil still called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his shirt in shame.


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Willie said "he was the mostest horse"
A ??? desert mama's boy
Running in first, neither crowned nor cursed
He tears away like a child takes his toy


Side by side, souls of kind, different world
Hearts of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War


Oh, place your bets boys, get up, get in time
Burn the bolts, you ain't seen nothin' yet
Maybe back at that old Kentucky home
That it was luck, he'll catch him if he can


Fire inside, blaze of glory, space in time
Heart of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War


Oh, Saratoga
LyricsOoo, play your favorite
Odds are more than one hundred
Oh, Willie said
Ooo, Saratoga


Nowhere, nowhere to run
??? gonna take the highest prize
We're hardly funnin' now, little children
He's workin' it now, never, never look back


Fire inside, blaze of glory, space in time
Heart of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War


Side by side, souls of kind, different world
Hearts of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War


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Well I've been sittin' here, thinkin' about you
'Bout what it is that you, you want from me
You know it seems that I still don't know you well
Know many faces I have seen

Still I try, to make you happy
Still I try, to make you sing
Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all
Just read the back of this postcard

The air here, breathing's great
Lord, we've cooked ourselves
Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time (didn't we?)

This town is nuts, my kind of place
I don't want to leave
I don't never, never, never, never want to leave.
I never, never, never, never want to leave
Never, never

I see you in a
LyricsThousand costumes
Strike many a silent pose
I heard you tell a thousand stories
Everyone in a different voice

Still I try, to make you happy
Still I try, to make you sing
Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all
Just read the back of this postcard

The air here, breathing's great
Lord, we've cooked ourselves
Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time (didn't we?)

This town is nuts, my kind of place
I don't want to leave
I don't never, never, never, never want to leave.
I never, never, never, never want to leave
Never, never

I'm taking my car - I never want to leave
I'm taking my car..


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Well take me to my car now
But the car won't go
Try to get next to you baby
Ain't got no place to go

Taste better than a t-bone steak
Excitement on the side
If we don't find some place to get off
Gonna lose it on the ride

Well you and me baby, go hand in hand
Like a bowlegged woman, and a knock-kneed man

Well you and me baby, go hand in hand
Like a bowlegged woman, and a knock-kneed man

I wanna take you in my room
Make them sleepers cry
Got a feeling down inside
You know it ain't no lie

LyricsYou and me just in my room
When the circle comes around
No misfortune in your life
When your feet have left the ground

Well you and me baby, go hand in hand
Like a bowlegged woman, and a knock-kneed man

Well you and me baby, go hand in hand
Like a bowlegged woman, and a knock-kneed man

Room shaking in the car now
And the car won't go
Try and get next to you baby
Ain't got no place to go

Taste better than a t-bone steak
Excitement on the side
If we don't find some place to get off
Gonna lose it on the ride

Well you and me baby, go hand in hand
Like a bowlegged woman, and a knock-kneed man

Well you and me baby, go hand in hand
Like a bowlegged woman, and a knock-kneed man


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In an easy chair with my boots on
Melted whiskey in my hand
I couldn't have been asleep for more than three hours
It's time to go to work again
Once more I beat the sunrise
There's a dark breeze at my door
Raise the water from the well up to my face
How could a man like me be poor?

As long as there's water
Chilly wet water
Gimme some of that cool water

Well, my horse's eyes are glassy
He breathed the city in his lungs last night
I lead his natural body
To the trough to regain his might
Red rooster crow them blues here
That old blue he round the bull
And the mornin's crying rays of sunrise
It hasn't rained for three weeks full
Lyrics
As long as there's water
Chilly well water
Gimme some of that cool, cool water

Venus light is rising
I lay my buckets inside the shed
And there's a man I see - a stranger
Leaning on the gate outside my fence
Said "I'm riding out from the city
Where they started holding water back last night
I was hoping I could get a drink from your well
Before I ride on to another city tonight"
Before I ride on to another city tonight
Before I ride on to another city tonight
Chilly well, chilly well water
Cool well, chilly well water
Before I ride on


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