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Milton
Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer heart. That only a few people knew, ta start. It all took place when our concert tour was booked at the SeaTac Hilton?.
Long Lonesome Road
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Well, it's a long, lonesome road. Through the lifetime of a trucker. But me and my good ol' friend here. We gonna make it.
Livin' Within My Means
(Ron Agnew). . Well, I was a poor boy. Just a-kickin' around. Eighteen, with a head full a' dreams. Took some money back then. Did a year in the pen. For not livin' within my means.
Lewis And Clark
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock. Had John Denver on the 8-track, gettin' high.
Kidnap America
(Paul Hampton, Sage Allen). . I got plan; yeah, a plot's what I got. To help this country rise again. All a' the haves. Join the have-nots. And strip our fears off while we can.
Jackson Hole
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Well, packin' on back to Jackson. Eighteen-thirty-an'-six. Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules. Packin' on back to Jackson.
Get Down
yeah. tha gangstas of the pain yeah. niggaz of tha pain yeah. we gonna kill ya folk. you gona die, you die without get a hit. u can't break our law. u can't break our shit.
I've Trucked All Over This Land
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [Clap your hands and stomp your feet.]. . Well, I've walked the line on 89. In the Arizona sun. I've chased the moon and I've caught a star.
I Wish There Was More That I Could Give
(Walt Meskell, Tim Martin). . [Spoken]. I found her settin' on a Sioux City park bench, on a late November afternoon. Me, I was just driftin' through. She said she was fourteen, and runnin' away from home. And no, she wouldn't mind some company. So I sat down and smoked my last cigarette; she pulled out a candy bar. And we started talkin' about the hows and the whys, and we watched the first snow start to fall..
I Don't Know (and I Don't Care)
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries). . Now how many peppers did Peter Piper pick ta get himself a peck a' pickled peppers? But more importantly, how many pickles do you get in a peck, when you can't find no peppers ta pick? And furthermore, who wants a pickle that's made from a pepper by a guy named Peter Piper? And in conclusion, how many pipers do you know that pick pickles? And how many Peters are pickled?.
Hobo's Lullaby
(Goebel Reeves). . Go to sleep, you weary hobo. Let the towns drift slowly by. Can't you hear the steel rail hummin'?. That's a hobo's lullaby. . Do not think about tomorrow.
Green River
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [Spoken]. Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we knew it as the Green..
Glenwood Canyon
When rivers ran blue up on the mountain. And rivers ran green out on the plain. When the river ran red in Glenwood Canyon. It was only a matter of time.
Ghost Town
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [The sound of a lonely harmonica.]. . The dance hall is silent and empty. The banjos don't play anymore. The music is only a mem'ry.
Four Wheel Drive
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . We is screamin' through the valley. Where the Nishnabotna flows. Through the mud and crud and cornfields. Where the mari-ju-wana grows.
Four Wheel Cowboy
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [Chorus]. Four wheel cowboy. Four wheel cowboy. Four wheel cowboy. Jeepin' down to Santa Fe. . Well, Denver town an' I'm outta the chute.
Flowers On The Wall
Well, now, I been hearin' you're concerned about my happiness. But all a' that thought you're a-givin' me is conscience, I guess. If I was walkin' in your shoes I wouldn't worry none.
Crispy Critters
One day about four or five years ago. We is settin' at the Conoco station. Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies. And discussin' the state of the Union. .
Convoy
Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June. In a Kenworth pullin' logs. Cab-over Pete with a reefer on. And a Jimmy haulin' hogs. We is headin' for bear on I-one-oh.
Comin' Back For More
'Way up in the snow. Where the scrub oaks grow. And the coneys and the picas play. Where the marmots abound. All a-diggin' in the ground. And the wind blows cold all day.
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