1. |
Crawl Like Babies Do
05:06
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Tin Since (lyrics)
Todd plays this song in “double drop D” (Both E strings are dropped down to D)
With the capo on the 4th fret. Chords: F#, B, A, G#, C# E,
Crawl Like Babies Do
© & (p) 1994 Bunj Jam Music
If I press this mess
Will it make you guess
Will it drive you nuts
Will it loose your guts
And start to ask questions
I can answer by asking
More questions
Are you gonna make me tease
Like Socrates
It’s simply complex
A real Hemmingway mess
But if I pass every test
Will you claim without jest
That I’m the best
Cause in every single man
There's a little bit of pain
And in every married man
you got a big john Wayne
Controlling his beast
And freed off to manage up
Some fame
I paid attention
Yeah...
I stand corrected
When she said
Ooo baby Ooo baby
You’ve gotta a lot of shaping up to do
Ooo, baby you're gonna have to
Start crawlin' some too
Ooo, baby you've been running so hard
you're gonna turn me blue
Baby I've never seen you crawl
Like babies do
Well, if I hold out my hand
Will you let me be your man
I got time to burn
I got time learn
I got a penny in my pocket
That'll holler and soon become a dollar
When I look at you
I’ve got a problem in my pants
I gotta little bitty devil
that can't say can't
It's like a picnic food falling on the ground
And hauling in some ants
I've been digging on you
in my own kinda way
I've been seeking new truth
I've been trashing old blame
But I met a tall wall with graffiti
That seems to read for me
So, if I praise your lord
Would he hold me tight
Or would she squeeze me sweet
Every single night
Would you clue me in on what kind of country
We've been a'swinging in
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2. |
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MY KINDA TOWN
© & (p) 1994 Bunj Jam Music-BMI
I never thought I'd walk in nice pants
I never thought I'd care for romance
I never thought I'd be getting my car insured
Because some kid might come by and put a dent in the fender
I never dreamed I'd stop dreaming
I never thought I'd stop believing
I never dreamed I'd be spending
To fend off some kid
Offending my pretty pretty fender
My kind of town is a ghost town...Ooo
Ghosts hanging 'round and scaring each other...Oooo
No nice pants
No cars
No way
And no one cares or thinks about the living days
That's my kind of town
I never thought I'd wear a silk tie
My eyes are bugging out like when bugs die
I never dreamed I'd be dreaming about older dreams
while my eyes are descending on a tailor knit seam
I never thought I'd be this crazy
I never thought I'd be so absolutely nuts
I never thought I'd be loosing
Every bit of guts I gained in between
A baby being weaned and a dirty mouthy teen
My kind of town is a ghost town...Ooo
Ghosts hanging 'round and scaring each other...Oooo
No silk ties
No tailored seams
No way
And no one cares or thinks about
The living days
That's my kind of town
I always thought it'd be more thrilling
A lot of talking and a lot of telling
Not a bunch of never-beens
Digging out on Donovan
And killing to be like Dylan
I never thought I would be so waxed up
So squeaky clean, I'd never show up
When a photo's being taken there's always too much light
And it burns fake figure's on the film now
My kind of town is a ghost town...Ooo
Ghosts hanging 'round and scaring each other...Oooo
No lost souls
They’ll always be found
Just dusty roads
That are freedom bound
That’s my kinda town
I never thought I’d wear a silk tie
The only way to live a living lie down
Is to found
My kinda town
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3. |
Together
04:14
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Together
© & (p) 1994 Bunj Jam Music-BMI
You must be here to give the smile
To spread the stuff that fills me up
To fool the fool's that's been fooling you
Bring him back and clean him true
You must be here to make me toast
To make me boast that I'm your host
Kick the kicker that's been kicking you
Bring him back and clean him through
You...won't be alone anymore
You...won't be alone anymore
You must be here to make us smile
Show us how to walk that extra hour
Break the breaker that's been breaking you
Bring him back and clean him true
You must be here to make me want
Like big old rooms and homes that haunt
Give to the taker that's been taking from you
Bring him back and clean him true
You...won't be alone anymore
You...won't be alone anymore
Yeah You
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Randy Used to Dream About Mickey Mouse
© & (p) 1994 Bunj Jam Music-BMI
There should be something left to tell
There should be another way
But all my friends went straight to hell
While searching for that heavenly day
And we marched through that parade
Passing avenues along main
And the sun beamed through our eyes
Along with dreams of every new Friday
We fought them all
We fought them all
We didn't mean to kill
We just needed to instill a little hope
And a little will…
We fought them all
And then Randy skipped out of town
Took a truck and rode down south
He had connections he had the right kind of mouth
He had the will and the mental clout
Fore finger poked to the sky
The number one held way up high
He thought of winning
He thought of pride
And when he lost he knew he tried
He said one day I'll buy Orlando
Universal and Mickey Mouse
And the dough would grow and grow
Beyond the wife and kid and a dog and the house
(Chorus)
When you got ears as big as Mickey
You can hear way too much
Sometimes it can get a little too risky
To always stay that much in touch
You see two ears can take the number one
And make a stub
Ten years can kill the strongest light
Stuff it like a big old plug
And it plugged up all the reasons
Plugged up that moving to the sky
It plugged up that mouth and stopped the answers
Plugged up the ears now they can’t remember how or why
(Chorus)
I went downtown and everyone was gone
No hardware store
No beauty salon
No butcherman
No pharmacy
No hometown did I see
So I guessed downtown moved to the mall
So I drove way up there
To speak with the mayor
But that position had been replaced last Fall
But an incorporated market share
What have you lost
What have you lost
What has been stripped from your hands
Like when the grass goes with the frost
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5. |
Best-Seller Blues
03:57
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6. |
Me and Mack
05:06
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Me & Mack
c & p 1994 Bunj Jam-BMI
Twenty years have past
And the first one seems as close
As the last
When I think of running with
My old best friend
Me and Mack
We’d kill the commies
With our hand held H-bombs
Call the neighbor an old witch
And get a switching by our moms
Then later on
Get together and laugh
Me and Mack
Is Mack around
Can he come down and play
I’ll be the red man
With some feathers and some braids
And he can be the cowboy
Don’t let it get to his head
I’ll be the Indian
And he can shoot me dead
But now those days are gone
And we’re all doing our best
But with one blink of two eyes
The whole world can become a wreck
We’re looking in the mirror
And seeing no one else’s neck
Me and Mack
We window shop in high price shopping malls
We drop in debt for Jesus
Name it Santa Claus
Drove and drove our cars
And made a hole up toward the stars
Me and Mack
(Chorus)
Now I never knew the roll
But I once knew how to rock
And I don’t need to fill your shoes
But I’d like to try one sock
And grab a little danger
Then learn how to be safe
Live a little smarter
Before life gets too late
For me and Mack
Is Mack around
Can he come down and play
I’ll be the red man
With some feathers and some braids
And he can be the cowboy
Don’t let it get to his head
I’ll be the Indian
But I just might shoot you instead
You better watch your back...Mack
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7. |
The Truth
04:37
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The Truth By Todd Burge (c) & (p) 1994 Bunj Jam - BMI I was thinking about my goal I was thinking about an arrow I was thinking about the truth I was thinking about you I was thinking about the end I was thinking about the means I was thinking about An old faded lie But I lost my train of thought When my eyes Eyed your eye And if the truth be known I'd lie with you tonight And if the truth be known All the rumors would be right All the questions would be fake And everything at stake Would never be half way baked If the truth be known I wish I could come up with something cool And break two or three Of my ten or twenty rules I wish I could be your Rock & Roll Baby And not just somebody Who's driving you Lazy I was thinking about truth I was thinking about an arrow And even watching it shoot I was thinking about Letting the sleeping dog die Then I lost my train of thought When my eye met your eye
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8. |
Draft Beer For Ten Dimes
03:28
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Draft Beer For Ten Dimes
© & (p) 1994 Bunj Jam Music
He said
Are you gonna shoot some pool
Or am I gonna have to listen to you
Shoot off your mouth off the rest of the night
I said
Settle down boy
And that's as far as it got
And like I was employed and he was my boss
He says
Hey boy
No one man ever called me boy
And it was draft beer for ten dimes
And I'd been saving mine
Wanting to unwind
And it looked like I had the most right
To be the most tight
That night
Now I didn't mean to yank him the wrong way
You know I had a bad day at work
The kind where nothing ever seems to work
And I had on my favorite worst shirt
And I could visualize
Him lying tummy down
Eating a little bit of pool hall dirt
(Chorus)
And as usual the regulars were there
And they said they would find it
Unusual or irregular
If I didn't get a little fresh blood or dirt
On my favorite worst shirt
They said who ever stood in his way was something stupid
Or even semi-smart to say
Would soon lack a few teeth
And be found on his back
Down
Hurting bad for about a week
And it was draft beer for ten dimes
And I'd been saving mine
Wanting to unwind
And it looked like HE had the most right
To be the most tight
That night
Todd plays this song in “double drop D” (Both E strings dropped down to D)
With the capo on the 4th fret. Chords include: F#, E, B, B#, & A
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9. |
Pickin' A Lock
03:45
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Pickin' A Lock
© & (p) 1994 Bunj Jam Music
I'm Pickin' a Lock
I'm Pickin' a Lock
on my own front door
I don't know if I know
what's on the other side anymore
I don't know which key
should be staring up at me
So, I'm Pickin' a Lock
on my own front door
I'm Pickin' a Lock
I'm Pickin' a Lock
on my own front door
I don't know if I know family
on the other side anymore
It's a sin breakin' in
When they don't know where you've been
I’m pickin’ a lock
Pickin’ a lock
On my own front door
Dow dow dow dow dow dow
Dow dow dow dow dow dow
Dow dow dow dow dow dow dow
I ain't breaking in
I ain't faking in
my own house anymore
I'm gonna get to know
my own couch a little more
If I'm thirsty I will pour
I'm lonely
got channel four
I ain't breaking in
I ain't faking in
my own home anymore
Dow dow dow dow dow dow
Dow dow dow dow dow dow
Dow dow dow dow dow dow dow
Todd plays this with the capo on the 5th fret. Chords include C, Am, Dm & F
Played with a Golden Melody Harmonica in the key of C..
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10. |
As Long As
02:57
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(C)1994 Bunj Jam BMI Todd Burge
AS LONG AS I’m alive
I’m gonna keep up the fight
I may be wrong
I may be right
But I’ll never stop the drive
I’ll maybe need another hero
I’ll maybe need a point to
Which way to go
As long as I’m alive
I’m gonna keep up the fight
As long as I’m still young
I’m gonna keep up the run
I may be burning baby
Under the sun
May put a little bit of poison on my tongue
I may be lying
Yes it’s true
I’ll do my talking from a telephone booth
As long as I’m still young
I’m gonna keep up the run
As long as I’m still free
I’ll keep on running through the trees
I’ll shed my cotton for a leaf
I’ll watch my neighbor’s disbelief
I’ll never watch the evening news
They can’t be watched while they’re watching you
As long as I’m still free
I’ll keep running through the trees
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11. |
Choosin' Sides
05:39
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Choosing Sides
(c & p 1994 Bunj Jam-BMI)
Jim said it was never that right
I just needed her at night
when I never had no plans
She was there to kick one need
That beast in me
She kept me from my hands
You know she gave me all the blame
Said I never made a grade
seemed like fourth fifth or sixth
Are the one she's sticking in
Man, I was blowing all my brains
Until I blew out all the wind
God blessed him who is strong enough to know when it ends
But Jimmy and Dawn are choosing sides with all their friends
Now Dawn was down town at the Waterfront Lounge lounging with old friends
And how much time she spends
On any one of them
depends on how much they rag on Jim
They'll be making him a beast
They'll turn his courage green
They'll tease behind his hair
Tear on every broken seem
Then they'll rally over with some needles
But conveniently forget the thread
Some are blessed with the strength to know when it ends
But Jimmy and Dawn are choosing sides with all their friends
It was clear as the clothing on his chest
she was doing her best
To bring out the worst parts of him
And start exposing them
Ladies and gents, he's always working on a neck
He's always looking up a dress
He always smiles while he pants
There should be a tighter belt
But could there be a looser pair of pants
According to Don, Jim's got a bomb ticking in his underpants
But Jimmy and Dawn are choosing sides with all their friends
He said gather 'round friends and they ran over to him
And they sucked up to his sound
It was such a thick crowd that if you picked your feet up
Your knees would never hit the ground
He said I must have been insane
To have given her my name
It was my granddad's and the only one he had
She wore it on her face and then she landed frown down in the mud
With any luck at all you'll know how to walk tall when it ends
But Jimmy and Dawn are choosing sides with all their friends
It was freezing in the house when they finally burned out
But neither one would admit it
And all the nostalgic looks and cook books
had each others names branded in them
Now you can pound it ten times
You can cover it with season
You can beg it back
You can force it without reason
And still the final truth will come and go without negotiation
If God blessed any, it was the quiet ones that don't pretend
But Jimmy and Dawn are screaming loud after the end
But Jimmy and Dawn are choosing sides with all their friends...
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Bye Bye Baby Baby Bye Bye
Intro: G, Bm, Am, C, D, C, G)
Verse
G Bm Am C
When was the last time you heard a love song
D C G
That absolutely knocked you off your feet
G Bm Am C
When was the last time it yanked you every way but wrong
D C G
Dug way down in your heart an really dug deep
G Bm Am C
When was the last time you heard those sweet words
D C G
That sent that certain tingle down your spine
G Bm Am C
Well I’ve decided to give you something that maybe you’ve never heard
D C (G)
And those warm and tender thoughts will surely blow your mind
Chorus
D C
I’ll sing bye bye baby baby bye bye
D C
You’re gonna have to make it on your own alone
G Bm
Our two heads ain’t better than one
Am C
We just need a single smaller one so
D C G
Bye baby baby bye bye
Break
When was the last time you gave me a piece of your mind
When was the last time you really doubled up your fist
You’ve got a ten second chance to do it again
And those seconds have already started ticking
And by the end of this sentence you’re gonna hear me singing
Chorus then break
You know I’ve got a few million lines in my head
And I’ll never live long enough to pull them all out
But one of these days I’m surely gonna drop dead
But between you and me, I don’t wanna be dropping in our house
So you take the money and run like warm honey in a big bear’s mouth
And I’ll take this guitar and travel on down south
I’ll sing this song while people smile and wonder every once in a while
Why in the hell we never worked things out
Chorus
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Todd Burge Parkersburg
If it’s been discovered by man, West Virginia’s Todd Burge has written about it. A born ponderer and observer of life, each of his songs tells a story. Whether drawn from personal experience or a tale of poetically woven fiction, you’ll live every second of it through his songs. ... more
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