The Logical Place c. '20 Vlayman In the garage I found them ol' jeans I used to wear Them ones was shot at the knees They still got the torn pockets And the stains from the u-joint gease Hey-hey, I put 'em away, in the only logical place Under the bed I found a torn concert T I remember the show that we saw I remember when you bought it for me Baby, I remember it all Hey-hey, I put it away, in the only logical place In the back of the closet when I was lookin' for a gun I came across them ol' boots and they scared me straight They was the ones I wore to run from robbin' the gas station Before you told me you hate me Hey-hey, I put 'em away, in the only logical place And then there was that wedding ring It weren't from no Cracker Jackin' Box of fun I really hoped it would be a more permanent thing For all the good that done Hey-hey, I put it away, in the only logical place Martin-C1000S-R16-L Martin-Trion8000-R16-Rt Voc: Trion8000-R16

his Life Amanda left Me c. '20 Vlayman Me and Amanda, we had us a band We called ourselves the Heartbreak Twins we played every gig we could fit in Seemed to be all we did CH 1 Along with alla the boozin' and druggin' we never seemed to have no time The melodies was as important as making things rhyme And we didn't really work on the lovin' we didn't reallly work on the lovin' Was a man in some little town outside Chicago Said he thought the songs was good enough He said I looked a star but Amanda looked rough I didn't know he told her so So I signed some papers there at the bar Figured I could bring Amanda along I knew I would, cause we wrote the songs It was just me who looked a star CH2 Along with alla the boozin' and druggin' we never seemed to have no time The melodies was as important as making things rhyme And we didn't really work on the lovin' we didn't reallly work on the lovin' what we spent our time workin' on turned out to be nothin' we didn't reallly work on the lovin' Now I'm giggin' pretty regular, got my own bus Gotta drummer and bass and gutars Got a fiddle player to the stars But I wish I had Amanda to back me up Now I'm giggin' pretty regular, got my own bus Gotta drummer and bass and gutars Got a fiddle player to the stars But I wish I had Amanda to back me up CH3 Along with alla the boozin' and druggin' we never seemed to have no time The melodies was as important as making things rhyme And we didn't really work on the lovin' we didn't reallly work on the lovin' what we spent our time workin' on turned out to be nothin' And now I got the money and the copyrights And Amanda, she left me this life Martin-C1000S-R16-L Martin-Trion8000-R16-Rt Voc: Trion8000-R16

Cannot c. '20 Vlayman So many things that I can do I can peel an orange with my thumb I can run as fast as the wind, yeah I really can run And there's so many things I can do I can drive backwards at speed I can jump out airplanes if I gotta I'm hopin' there won't be no need Well, there's so many things I can do I can charm my way into a girl's heart She'll pay for dinner and all my drinks And cry the next mornin' we part Bridge Cuz' there's so many things I can do I can write me a song over a beer Or a cuppa coffee and a sammich Just like I wrote this one here For there's so many things I can do I can conjure up all kinds of memories I can feel you beside me in the slow fallin' rain I feel you keep on a-holdn' me Yeah, there's so many things I can do I can taste you still on my fingers I can spend all my time cryin' 'bout you And wonderin' why the pain still lingers As there's so many things I can do There's some things I just would stop Like lovin' you and cryin' over you Those are things I cannot Martin-C1000S-R16-L Martin-Trion8000-R16-Rt Voc: Trion8000-R16

I Had to Ride c. '20 Vayman My daddy gimme a truck one time He said he didn't need it no more It wasn't like he was too sick or dyin' Said he just wasn't drivin' no more And the truck it wasn't no Chevy or Ford It was a big ol' black Dodge with a V8 inside And the air didn't work but it was fast as hell And I know he was just bein' kind Man, did I have to ride My sister she gimme a ol' cracked handle pistol She was sure I'd be leavin' soon she also gimme a half box of ammo suggested I be gone by noon Man, did I have to ride And my momma she gimme a guitar at that time wasn't no Fender or Gibson was a just a old Yamaha with finish crack lines She said, I want you to have this son Man, did I have to ride So ride I did ove a cuppla states And now i been here quite a while I got me a wife and even a kid If they knew, my folks would smile Man, did I have to ride Ibnez-C1000S-R16-L Ibanez-Trion8000-R16-Rt Voc: Trion8000-R16

The Crown c. '20 Vlayman Hey-hey-hey You doin' your best to tear us down You bringin' us to our knees, yeah We just can't please ya You wear the crown Oh-oh-oh They done locked down this town I can't stand it no more I gotta break my door You wear the crown No-no-no Hear that wailing sound The folks dyin' The folks cryin You wear the crown My-my-my We ain't like what's goin down we sure ain't like this shit will we ever see the end of it? You wear the crown Well-well-well Why you come around How long you gonna stay? Please go away You wear the crown B-b-bye And take your friend the orange clown Please take him along I hate this fuckin' song You wear the crown Yeah, by-by-bye Time to go to ground Get on outta reach Drink the chlorine bleach You wear the crown Washburn-C1000S-R16-L Washburn-Trion8000-R16-Rt Voc: Trion8000-R16