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You said you'd leave him
Would you stay here for awhile?
Now it's been so long since I've seen you smile
Now there's trouble at work
Some things we just can't get around
Now the same way I'm out there
The sooner I fall down

I still smell the smoke
of the bridge that I burned.
The bank of Sugar Grove
I still smell the smoke
of the bridge that I burned.
The bank of Sugar Grove
you'd think I would've learned.
Well easy as she goes

I wanna be in love like an old soul song
I wanna feel like the second verse of “Let's Get It On”
With scraped up knees, and a fresh black eye
I wanna be in love like an old soul song
I wanna feel like the second verse of “Let's Get It On”
With scraped up knees, and a fresh black eye
You stumbled and passed out into my life

When you say I love you
Well that should be forever
When you said I could do that
And people would know

And I said we're heading
For stormy waters
You said baby I'll jump ship

Where is Woody Guthrie, man, when we need him most?
I got strung out on these troubadours and stranded on some coast
And with a youthful glint still in my eye, I sat and watched my heroes die
Now our radios are useless, rest in pieces on the floor

Kiss, kiss these days goodbye
Wipe those tears off from our eyes
This is not an alibi, baby, this is who I am

Well there's a TV set
on a Peavey amplifier.
I'm lying in bed
Well there's a TV set
on a Peavey amplifier.
I'm lying in bed
watching The Outsiders.
And thanks for asking

Well I don't know just where it came apart
I was standing just a little tall
And now I'm sitting right here with my head on the block
I 'm just waiting for the axe to fall

Never would expect so much from you
When you got nothing at all
Now it never has been all that tough

I should've gone to college
and made a lot of money
and given you everything
that your heart desired

I should've been blue collar
like my father.
Bustin' knuckles just to

Na na na na na...

All the mothers began to scream
And the air smelled of gasoline
When the blood hit the street
Sons and daughters at our feet
But nothing we could do

American hearts are so quick to fire
So bring out the drums and the gospel choir
Spaces to fill on the funeral pyre
We got hooked on this bloodlust desire

Rich man keeps faith for the salvation
Poor man believes out of desperation
Both got hooked on the sweet sensation