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Three Hillbillies
04:07
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Tom grew tall in the Oklahoma summers,
Then he climbed on the backs of his Indian brothers.
Now he talks high cotton, and he get his way.
That Chickasaw boy has forgotten his face.
Chickasaw boy has forgotten his face.
James got the call, and he got wet for Jesus.
To keep his wings clean he floats way above us.
Swearin’ out loud that the kids are all right,
But the evidence is lying in their graves tonight.
The evidence is lying in their graves tonight.
That other Old Jim is a stone cold bastard,
Snow ball stupid and a mouth full of daggers.
Screams that the sun is never gonna catch us.
Spits out oil and calls it molasses.
Spits out oil and calls it molasses.
Now Tom and James and Jimmy got elected,
But the Three Hillbillies, they don’t get the message.
So they climb and they scream and they deny the truth.
And the people down south keep getting abused.
The people down south keep getting abused.
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Red Cadillac
04:56
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Little ‘ole lady in a red Cadillac, driving round town with some bodies in the back.
Body #1 says to body #2, how did you get all those stitches in your boots?
I took awhile he says, each on marks were I’ve laid my head.
Each stitch has a story to tell, like a rusty ole penny in a wishing well.
Little ‘ole lady in a red Cadillac, driving round town with some bodies in the back.
Body #2 says to body#1 how much longer till we get where we’re going.
Its kinda hard to say. I’ve ridden with her for many a day.
And she can call the fire, lightin up the sky with her strange desires.
Little ‘ole lady in a red Cadillac, driving round town with some bodies in the back.
Body #1 and body #2 turn to body #3 and say what cha wanna do?
I wanna see the looks on their faces when steps out on the street.
I hope they find that the message she brings is gonna knock ‘em all off their feet!
Little ‘ole lady in a red Cadillac, parks on the corner and she grabs her black bag.
Looks in the mirror at the ghosts of her past.
Says “See you boys later now I gotta move fast.
I’m gonna make it happen and it’s gonna be a blast.
I’m gonna make it better and I hope its gonna last.
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Hole in Your Heart
03:29
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Hole in Your Heart
by
Gregg Standridge & Terry Ware
There’s a little hole that you put in your heart
Where you hide things that won’t go away
That you’re saving for another day
You put em in the hole that you put in your heart.
There’s a little song that you sing to yourself.
A melody that once rang true
That someone left for only you.
You keep it in the hole that you put in your heart.
Paint all the windows pull all the blinds, this time
The perfect illusion that you’ll never find
There’s a little story that you used to tell
It’s hiding on a dusty shelf.
With words that you once knew so well
Now you keep ‘em in the hole that you put in your heart.
You keep ‘em in the hole that you put in your heart.
You keep ‘em in the hole that you put in your heart.
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America Is Waiting
03:02
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America is Waiting
by
Gregg Standridge & Terry Ware
My name is Juan Garcia and I’ve traveled many miles
With my family and my friends, we’re just a running for our lives
We’ve hidden in the bushes and we’ve foraged for our meals
With the hope that someday soon we’ll know the safety of your fields
Oh America is waiting,
I can’t wait to see your face, lady liberty’s embrace around me.
Oh America please take me.
My hopes and dreams are resting in your grace.
My name is Anna Lopez and I’m almost ten years old.
My Mama and My Papa were both killed so I am told.
But my Uncle Juan is with me as we run into your arms.
Hoping for the love that will keep us safe from harm
Oh America is waiting,
I can’t wait to see your face, lady liberty’s embrace around me.
Oh America please take me.
My hopes and dreams are resting in your grace
They’re greeted at the border with others of their kind.
Young and old are separated into different lines.
Juan tells her not to worry, everything will be alright.
As an agent leads a weeping Anna off into the night.
Oh America is waiting,
I can’t wait to see your face, lady liberty’s embrace around me.
Oh America please take me.
My hopes and dreams are resting in your grace.
My hopes and dreams are resting in your grace.
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Gregg Standridge Norman, Oklahoma
Gregg Standridge is from Norman Oklahoma. He performs compositions from his own experiences. Standridge has a Masters in Classical Guitar which gives his writing a different twist. The core of his writing might be called folk rock but there are certain aspects of traditional country/bluegrass as well as jazz/blues. Punk funk and ska styles will even permeate his writing. ... more
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