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RIP 305 Park and Ride
03:34
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I remember well, the day you called me,
And told me that the 305 park and ride was gone
That they came in, with the yellow bulldozers
Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride from now on
I remember well the side of the road by the end of the bridge
That’s where the folks would go to sell their cars
There were boats and vans and old sedans from 1986
Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride like ours
I remember well, the day my brother bought a Trooper
From a man in a minivan with his daughter in tow
And one time I bought a bus, from a Bremerton drummer
Gave me cash for the title, and baby we were good to go
I remember well the side of the road by the end of the bridge
That’s where the folks would go to sell their cars
There were boats and vans and old sedans from 1986
Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride like ours
It was just a matter of time, til’ they widened the highway
And turned the park and ride into a big turn lane
So I try to hold my head up, put the past behind me
But I know in my heart this road will never be the same
I remember well the side of the road by the end of the bridge
That’s where the folks would go to sell their cars
There were boats and vans and old sedans from 1986
Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride like ours
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Peterson's Topsoil
02:34
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My heart is coated in Peterson’s topsoil
Just the parts that nobody needs
The bugs and the sticks, the rocks and the twigs
And a couple of tumbleweeds
It’s been so long since I sung a lovesong
That I’m not really sure how one goes
All the guys I meet, have boots on their feet
And that’s about the only song I know
I wish I could take you out driving
Down the roads where I grew up
We’d talk all about my landscaping days
In the back of my pickup truck
Then I’d take you down to Peterson’s topsoil
Lay down on some debris
And you wouldn’t mind, spending your time
With a composted heart like me
Let the radio blast out
Let me fall asleep in the mud
Let those flowers grow outta my chest
For somebody to pluck up
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I’m singing this song, It’s time it was sung
I’ve been putting it off for a while
But it’s harder by now
Cause the truth is so clear
That I cry when I’m seeing you smile
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore
Farewell to the girl, with the sun in her eyes
I’ll kiss you and then I’ll be gone
Every time that I tried, to tell you that we’d
Lost the magic we had at the start
I would weep my heart
When I look in your eyes
And search once again for the spark
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore
Farewell to the girl, with the sun in her eyes
I’ll kiss you and then I’ll be gone
I can see by your eyes, that its time now to go
So I’ll leave to you cry in the rain
Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy
Honey my heart was not born to be tamed
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore
Farewell to the girl, with the sun in her eyes
I’ll kiss you and then I’ll be gone
-TOM WAITS
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Hot sauce in Kitsap County
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
And they wonder why I never go home
They ain’t got my bottle
They ain’t got my bottle
They ain’t got my bottle
And I ain’t gonna be treated this old way
Some people like their liquor
Some people like their meth
Some people want their hot sauce
More than the reaper wants death
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
And they wonder why I never go home
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7TH GREATEST DANCER IN THIS BAR
You got them opiated junkie good looks
And the money you made last year wasn’t on the books
Big brown eyes, you’ve seen this wild world over
Taught yourself how to hot wire a car
You sleep alone tonight, you are your own true lover
And you’re the seventh greatest dancer in this bar
Big brown boots and your legs are sore from swimmin
Seems like summer came earlier this year
Before you know it, its back up north to do the fishing
I catch you praying to the lord when you come back
She’ll be here
A man is just a man til’ he’s got blisters
Calloused hands and something he can sell
A set of wrenches when its time
To screw something up
And money in the bank when he’s got to run like hell
A little money in the bank when he’s got to run like hell
Opiated
Won’t you call my name
I’ll be there in the stars of Alaska
The one that had this dance when you asked her
The one that you kissed up on the pick up truck
And oh,
A man is just a man
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Well I got two trucks and a camo cap
My baby by my side and a thirty rack
I’m headed down the road I ain’t lookin back
I’m in Jefferson county again
Jefferson county again
Hey Hey Jefferson County
You’re the place to be,
When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree
Hey Hey, Jefferson County
The place of my dreams
When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans
Stop to get a bit at Chimacum Café
When a pretty little baby Chima-comes my way
Got bad tattoos and a Chevrolet
Gonna dance with you tonight
Gonna dance with you tonight
Hey Hey Jefferson County
You’re the place to be,
When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree
Hey Hey, Jefferson County
The place of my dreams
When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans
Well I got a spotty dog and a case of La Croix
Nobody knows if I’m a girl or a boy
Honky-tonking always brings me joy
Going to the Hilltop tonight
Gonna dance at the Hilltop tonight
Hey Hey Jefferson County
You’re the place to be,
When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree
Hey Hey, Jefferson County
The place of my dreams
When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans
Drinkin a beer in a Naugahyde booth
Singing along to Three chords and the truth
Along comes my baby in the cowboy boots
Gonna dance with you all night
Gonna dance with you all night
Hey Hey Jefferson County
You’re the place to be,
When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree
Hey Hey, Jefferson County
The place of my dreams
When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans
WRITTEN BY MELANIE CURRAN AND HEATHER LITTLEFIELD
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KINGDOME WAS AN INSIDE JOB
Well the kingdome was a stadium
On the outskirts of town
One day they imploded it, yeah they brought that mother down
But the Kingdome, it was an inside job
Yeah the kingdome, was an inside job
If you look at the footage from the 1990’s
You’ll see that’s no implosion
That’s a conspiracy
But the Kingdome, it was an inside job
Yeah the kingdome, was an inside job
Yeah they just dug a big hole
And brought the kingdome down
And there’s still guys in there
Just walking around
On the inside, of the dome
They’re on the inside of the dome
Hey TONY! Hey Tony. Now, you’re a working man. Said how much are you willing to pay for a beer and hotdog from a ball park hot dog stand- said two bucks? Maybe three with the beer? Well we still got those prices down here
At the Kingdome
Won’t you come around?
Yeah the kingdome’s still here, it’s just underground.
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9. |
Capitol Hill is Hell
04:38
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I never seen someone who could go as hard as you
Taking lines of cocaine in the bar bathroom
Singing karaoke beneath the July moon
Don’t you know
You look so funny?
Lying half dead on the floor.
And darling, the way you spend your money,
Nobody knows that you’re poor
Oh Seattle, take good care of your own
Cloak the wicked with virtue
Give your homeless a home
I never seen someone with so many kinds of friends
The boys and the girls and the transients
They like you and you like me
So let’s take another round for the city
Where you know
The rents are getting higher
And you know
You’re plumbing doesn’t work
So come to my place for a shower
Cause you know in here it doesn’t hurt
Oh Seattle, take good care of your own
Cloak the wicked with virtue
Give your homeless a home
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10. |
A History of Seattle
06:59
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Just watch the movie Streetwise. Thanks bye.
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Melanie Beth Curran New York, New York
Melanie Beth Curran writes country old time traditional american honky tonk folk music about places and people. She lives in New York City.
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