Dutch Cassidy

This life is like a rodeo
We're just a couple of clowns
Pretending to be cowboys waving
Guitars around

We'll play the old saloon
You'll chase that skirt
We got out heads in the clouds
And our feet in the dirt

We got deaths to die
Lives to live
We got tales to tell
We got songs to sing
I wish all my songs were more like his
You be Dutch Cassidy
I can be the Sundance Kid

This life is like a circus
We live for moonlight and crowds
We live on peanuts and praise
And beer to wash it down

You taught me 'bout the sideshow
And you let me hang around
Our heads are up there with the ferris wheel
Our feet are on the ground

All my life I felt like a
Setting sun
All the dust I kicked up with my boots
Just settled on my lungs
For every setting sun a morning comes
Rising like a ghost
From the bones of dusk

So pour me out another
I ain't ready to go home
I got a few more in me
So let that tape roll

And if we never make no money
At least we'd never have sold out
Just a couple of cowboys
Waving these guitars around

Hard Work

They own the culture and the counter-culture
They feed you all your trends
They're the pistol shots at the start of every revolution
And they're still there when it ends

Your bid for freedom was predicted even orchestrated
By the same chains that got you bound
If prison guards want something to shoot at
They just plan a break-out

Hard work's only hard work when you're working
Working smart ain't working hard at all
They say life's sweet up there on top of the pile, but from down here
It just looks like a long way to fall

They say the poor are a burden on the working man
And point their fingers at those working the hardest
They drain the blood of the art scenes and music
Parading through the streets with the corpses of the artists

They told the princesses to stop kissing frogs
They dried the lake and closed the dog pound
Now these strays ain't got nowhere to go
Except dumpsters and the cold, cold ground

Hard work's only hard work when you're working
Working smart ain't working hard at all
They say life's sweet up there on top of the pile, but from down here
It just looks like a long way to fall

They bought all the rebels and the outlaws
And those that couldn't be bought, they shot
Martin Luther King was assassinated by the CIA
9/11 was an inside job

I don't know how to fix this mess
I'm just a wino whining for a bottle
I'm food for worms, I got one foot in the grave
And I'm looking for rent money to borrow

I'm a misfit and an outcast
I'm the piece of the puzzle you think you lost
Congratulating yourself cos you're almost done
But I was never even in the box

When the farmer left the gate open
I'm the horse that jumped the fence
He retired on the insurance pay
And I rode off into the sunset

But when your feeling lost or pointless
When that hollow blackness grows in your heart
Look for wild horses near the horizon at twilight
They're eating prison guards

Happiness

This land was just dust
Until them fat boys came and claimed it, built it all up
Made it shine like a crown
That won't fit anybody ten years from now
I've never loved anything less
These roads are like snakes in an eagle's nest
I ain't always winning my fight
But as long as I ain't laying concrete I'm alright

I put on my greens
They told me I was the bravest, strongest soldier they'd seen
But under this still, Western sky
I can't hear their praise over my screams in the moonlight
I've never loved anything less
So from now that's how I gauge my happiness
I still can't sleep at night
But as long as I ain't high on gunfire I'm alright

I'm skinny as a twig
Because I work hard all day and food is expensive
But them fat boys at the top
Don't know nothing of the happiness I got
I've never heard of anything worse
Than happiness bench-marked by the leaders of commerce
Sometimes I struggle to get by
But as long as I ain't buying what they're selling I'm alright

Don't fall in love with someone with a heart on their sleeve

She worked 6 days a week on them manufacturing lines

She'd head straight to the bar when she clocked off at 5
Where she'd waitress them tables for liquor and tips
That she kept in a box that she hid under her mattress

He was from the big smoke, kept his head low and he worked too hard
His first wife left him with an alimony payment and a busted, beat-up heart
Now he's just trying to forge a life with that welding iron
When he fell in love with a girl on them manufacturing lines

But some folks find it hard to settle down

It's everything they can do not to pack up and leave

So to save yourself the tears, the heartache and a sore throat from screaming

Don't fall in love with someone with a heart on their sleeve

Every bird someday will leave its nest
Some head straight for the sky, the sea and the wilderness
Others fall straight to the ground and start gathering twigs
The waitress with the mattress money wants the wilderness

So she tells her beau at night she wants to go further than the light
He says he'd rather sober-up, settle down and do her right
He says there's a job at the auto body shop coming up that he's pretty much got
And when he gets it they can put down a payment on a residential lot

But some folks find it hard to settle down

It's everything they can do not to pack up and leave

So to save yourself the tears, the heartache and a sore throat from screaming

Don't fall in love with someone with a heart on their sleeve

So she told him one night out by the streetlight how a small town can feel deceiving

Like in a dream you can do just 'bout anything but when you wake-up you've only been sleeping

Then she looks him in the eyes under that flickering streetlight and says "Honey, I got to wake-up"

Well he sunk so low, he never made it back up

See, some folks find it hard to stick around
It's everything they can do not to pack up and leave
So to save yourself the tears, the bar fights and a liver full of liquor
Don't fall in love with someone with a heart on their sleeve

If I owe you money, get in line...

My hands are worn down by this cage
And there's scars from the bars on my face
I'm trapped inside a debt I just can't pay
Most nights I pass out with my wrists at a blade
And it's bound to come one of these nights
You'll find me 'neath a scrounging pile of creditors and mites
If I owe you money, honey, get in line

She swears there's a baby on the way
And she's telling him it's his
But there's rumours on this whisky-stained night
That she don't even care whose it is
I swear I'll stand by her if it's mine
This might be what I need to get me back in line
If I owe you money, brother, get in line

When I'm out 'neath the stars I feel closer to God
But He ain't listening to me
I'm alright, I'm hard up but I'm fine,
And I know, out there, there are more hard up than me

So I'm sorry for the debts that I've made
For the borrowings I racked up that I promised you I'd pay
For all the times I got evicted and all the times you let me stay
I swear I'll get it back to you just give me a few more days
Mama, you've always been my lifeline
I swear I'll pay you back I just don't have it here this time
If I owe you money, Mama, get in line
It's breaking my heart!
But if I owe you money, Mama, get in line..