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19 DAZE
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About a summer vacation I took in 2000...or was it 2001?
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Solo original acoustic songs looking for someone to beg,borrow or steal and make famous,because Lord knows I ain't got the guts.Taking the 'O' out of Country,if
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Genre
Country • Alternative Country
Charts
Peak #125
Peak in subgenre #21
Author
Luke Warmwater
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2005 lawsuitmusic.
Uploaded
January 02, 2007
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MP3 3.7 MB • 80 kbps • 6:17
Story behind the song
Paul B was in charge and he had a weird haircut,savvy?
Lyrics
Well it was 19 days ago I stumbled into this facility Lost, confused and worthless Faith and hope an impossibility Question after question Mainly asking who am I? I'm put here for reason Could somebody tell me why? Now I'm 19 days a better man I've found my sober start I'm ready for the real world In my head my gut my heart I've found most of my answers But two questions are still out there And if I ponder any longer I might relapse beyond repair. Down to men's dorm 116 They led my sorry butt The feeling of escaping Sank itself into my gut I made my bed and laid my head And drank in the silence The furthest thought from my mind Was the thought of abstinence I should've detoured just for one more Double bourbon on the rocks Then on Monday morning I could take A detour to detox I woke up in a puddle of drool From a bad nightmare Screaming what the hell's an 8-ball And what's the deal with Paul B's hair? So I talked with other clients Hoping they could help me out Never noticing I'm learning What addiction's all about Crack whore coke head gambler toker junkie Crystal methodist And I'm an alcoholic envious of all the Other highs I missed Ain't it wild watching withdrawn wackos Wake up feeling well Wondering with brand new senses Man what is that funky smell? I'm witnessing the miracle Its happening everywhere But tell me what the hell's an 8-ball And what's the deal with Paul B's hair? Crackhead Ritchie's feeling itchy Doing bad things in the gym He was weakened by the weekend I guess it was not time for him I heard him banging on my window Hanging in a lightnin storm But there's no way that Crackhead Ritchie's getting back into my dorm An Irish man speaks at a meeting Everybody shouts Hi Gene! It could not be more appropriate 'cause he looks like Mr.Clean When it's my turn to get up and speak I'll jump up on a chair and I'll shout What the hell's an 8-ball And what's the deal with Paul B's hair? Robert Johnson is alive and well He no longer has the blues He's been bashing demons,bashing birds And he bashed the urge to use The man who couldn't cry got tested by A white bullet to the bone He laughed and said your better off Squeezing blood from a stone Higher power was explained to me By a toothless leather man Who then proceeded to go worship The white alter in the can They all tell me I've been sleepwalking In my underwear Muttering what the hell's an 8-ball And what the deal is Paul B's hair? The narcotics distribution agent Crawled out from his rock He's been spewing inspiration Since he found it's time to talk He used to take hits from a pipe 'til his brain transmittors went dead He got 12 stitches taking one hit From a pipe upside the head Somebody cowardly attacked him And there wasn't time to duck And he just proved to us and himself That he's one tough motherf#&@ Feeling quite bewildered As up in the clouds I stare wondering what the hell's an 8-ball And what's the deal with Paul B's hair? My life was at a point where I was barely Clinging to a thread Now I'm more aware of everything From A A to Doug Z I've got the tools for my triggers And I do believe they'll work And if I see one more wheel diagram I believe I'll go beserk I don't like using railroad metaphors But I know I'm back on track Ask me now what kind of dog I am I'm the dog that runs the pack Yah my future's looking lucrative But I don't really care Just tell me what the hell's an 8-ball And what's the deal with Paul B's hair? Yah things are changing for the better But some things remain the same I'll still be pounding back the drinks They just got virgin in their name It might seem weird to want to have My favourite drug of choice retired But for some of us it's better To be weird than to be wired So I hope your kind of proud of me As I am proud of you But I must swallow my pride 'cause I've still got one l
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