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California doesn't want you
So turn your ass around
You can't afford the digs
And there's no gold to be found
Don't let that door hit you
On the ass as you bound
California doesn't want you
around
Noone who was born here
Writes songs about our state
So talk all the shit you want
But don't catch our coat tails on the gate
We don't need your money
and we don't need your hate
So stop blaming us
For your pitiful state
I 've got no beef with Texas
But you ain't got what it takes
California doesn't want to anyway
California doesn't want you
So turn your ass around
You can't afford the digs
And there's no gold to be found
Don't let that door hit you
On the ass as you abound
California doesn't want you around
Our economy is failing
Yet still leaving you behind
Maybe head on back to Podunk
Where the world is less unkind
We're all a bunch of socialist
But the rent is still too high
We're all a bunch of stoners
Barely getting by
We're all a bunch of queers here
And we'll turn your children gay
But California doesn't want you anyway
California doesn't want you
So turn your ass around
You can't afford the digs
And there's no gold to be found
Don't let the door hit you
On the ass as you bound
California doesn't want you around
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Rainbow Puppies
04:07
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When I was young I felt always alone
But now I am grown and out on my own
happy and married with a lovely little home
Lived in more houses than years I was alive
It went on that way til I turned 25
Then I met you and I knew
I could get by
For the life of me I don't know what took me so long
To hone happy words and to set them to song
But I am still growing and writing
yesterday's wrongs
Honesty I still like to delve in the dark
But misery is more like a trip to the park
And I can come home and you'll ease
my wayward heart
But who wants to hear about dolphins and things
Rainbow puppies and kitties with strings
It's classless to brag about the happiness
luck of fate brings
When I was young I felt always alone
But now I am grown and out on my own
happy and married with a lovely little home
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Day Drinking
02:00
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He says he likes his women
Like he likes his beer
Then he just says nothing
With a thousand mile stare
So I order a bitter
He orders a stout
The fellow sitting to our right settles up and gets out
But there ain't no women
In this whole damn bar
So I can't quite figure
Why were acting so hard
There's a fellow sitting anchor
All alone in the back
He orders up something fruity
Raises his glass and we smile back
He says he likes his religion
Like he likes the cops
Somewhere across town
far away from us
We all just smile
And sit quiet as a mouse
Barkeep pours us all a whiskey
And we drink on the house
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I.B. Local
03:59
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He had a bumper sticker on his Volkswagen Beetle that proudly said IB Local
A bug painted yellow with blue lightning bolts like the helmet Fouts wore on field
With a pool cue in hand and a beer on the table, others found him too vocal
hard and determined, if you happened to cross him he was rarely inclined to yield
I.B. Local
That's what I am
If you call me a yokel
You'll taste the back of my hand
I.B. Local
Proud to be
I.B. Local
Don't mess with me
School couldn't hold him so he'd gone straight to work before he could reach grade 9
With his family around him he carved out a home and worked life's mysteries through
Painting folks houses til his curly black hair was speckled in Navajo White
He was quick with the belt but his kids learned good livin', he figured that's best man could do
IB Local
That's what I am
If you call me a yokel
You'll taste the back of my hand
IB Local
Proud to be
IB Local
Don't mess with me
A working class man with working ambitions and a love for Bud in the sand
Laughter came easy with family and friends as they drank their weekends right through
And when he was done drinkin' he'd smoke a little Mexi by poking some holes in that can
Backyard or front yard, the neighbors joined in, there wasn't much else to do
IB Local
That's what I am
You can call me a yokel
But my life's just grand
IB Local
Proud to be
IB Local
Come party with me
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5. |
Smoke Show
02:42
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I used to be a smoke-show
Such a shame that I didn't know
I wonder how old I will be
Before I think the same of me
Now
We live our lives too much in past
Our days were never meant to last
So pour yourself another cup
Have a drink and laugh it up
Somehow
We'll never see
How much beauty
That we radiate today
So Love yourself
Drink to your health
And let go of yesterday
I used to be a smoke-show
It's a shame that I did not know
I wonder how old I will be
When I think the same of me
Now
We live our lives too much in past
Our days were never meant to last
So have yourself another bite
From the apple of this life
Somehow
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If you were a boat
I'd be your anchor
If you were a captain
I'd be your albatross
If you were an albatross
I would be Icarus
Wildly clutching for you
As I fell
If you were a universe
I'd be your star
If you were a star
I'd orbit you all around
If you were a planet
I'd be your nation
If you were a nation
I'd be revolution
If you were revolution
I'd be your navy
If you were a navy
I'd be your boat
If you were a boat
I'd be your anchor
Holding you afloat
Instead of running aground
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grampadrew San Diego, California
grampadrew is an acoustic troubador bringing together diverse influences such as Joy Division, Wilco, John Prine, Crass and Hank Williams. An artist who alternates between "the fire of a street-preacher and the quiet of a grave-digger" his new album, Greatest Hits is produced by Jeff Berkley and is a who's who of prominent San Diego musicians and songwriters. ... more
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