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All songs published by Sieniuc Music. Lyrics reprinted with permission.
Bill
Miner was an outlaw of the American West
He really put robbery to the test
He was born in Bowling Greene
He robbed his first stagecoach when he was seventeen
And made off with seven thousand in gold
The life of a highwayman is on the road
Hands up, Hands up; is what he said
Reach for the sky, or I'll fill you with lead
Hands up, Hands up; Do what you're told
Give me your watch, and give me your gold
He wore a Stetson Hat and a bandana
Rode from the deep south to Canada
Took some money from the Wells Fargo Express
Some say he was cursed; others say he was blessed
Penetrating eyes and a keen mind
He left the prison guards far behind
Chorus
September 10th, 1904, Bill Miner and Shorty Dunn robbed
the C.P.R.
It happened that night at Junction B.C.
The first train robbery in Canadian History
They made their escape to Bellingham
And came back later to do it again
Chorus
$11,500 dead or alive
Makes it hard for a man to hide
He spent half his time in prison
In New Westminster and San Quentin
For stealing all that loot he got his fame
An Oregon Boot is a ball and chain
I don't like the 3 of hearts
I don't like the 3 of hearts
I don't like the 3 of hearts
I don't like the hand that you dealt me
I don't like the games that you play
You shuffled the deck and you said what the heck
You said you had another lover
You said I better take cover
Cause these bullets will rip you apart
And they're aimed right at your heart
And you won't like the 3 of hearts
Chorus
Some of our friends are ready to betray me
Some of them are ready to slay me
And they'll tell you what you want to hear
And they'll do it without a tear
And they'll do it while drinking your beer
Chorus
Your lover says you shouldn't see me
He tells you that you should leave me
And you think that he is the one
To go riding with in the sun
The one with the fastest six gun
Chorus
I don't like the hand that you dealt me
I don't like the games that you play
You shuffled the deck and said what the heck
You said you had another lover
You said I better take cover
Cause these bullets will rip you apart
And they're aimed right at your heart
And you won't like the 3 of hearts
Tears are falling to the ground
Just like the rain
Streaming steadily down my veins
Into the lane
Dropping deeply from my eyes
Into the drain
You left me crying in the rain
You left me lying in the lane
You left me dying in the drain
Tears are falling to the ground
Just like the leaves
Falling colours in the sun
Red, browns and greens
Into the forest of our lives
Into the trees
Where the tears are cut with knives
We fall like leaves
Tears are falling to the ground
Just like the rain
Streaming steadily down my face
Into the lane
Dropping deeply from my eyes
Into the drain
Chorus
Tears are falling to the ground
Just like the rain
Streaming steadily down my veins
Into the lane
Dropping deeply from my eyes
Into the drain
Chorus
Tears are falling to the ground
Just like the leaves
Falling colours in the sun
Red, browns and greens
Into the forest of our lives
Into the trees
Where the tears are cut with knives
We fall like leaves
Cows on a hill
Cows in a field
They're munching grass
They're standing still
They're just standing around the barn
Waiting to be grilled
On your brand new barbeque
That you bought at the Kmart
Last Saturday afternoon
Chorus
Guess where I saw Lisa last Saturday Afternoon
She was at the Kmart buying her plastic shoes
She didn't want those cowbell blues
She didn't want to jump over the
Mooooooooooon
Over the Mooooooooooon
She didn't want those cowbell blues
She didn't want to jump over the
Mooooooooooon
Over the Mooooooooooon
Chorus
Guess where I saw Lisa last Saturday afternoon
She was at the Kmart buying her plastic shoes
She didn't want those cowbell blues
She didn't want to jump over the
Mooooooooooon
Over the Mooooooooooon
She didn't want those cowbell blues
She didn't want to jump over the
Mooooooooooon
Over the Mooooooooooon
Cows on a hill
Cows in a field
They're munching grass
They're standing still
Cows on a hill
Cows in a field
They're munching grass
They're standing still
Mooooo Mooooo Mooooo
Mooooo Mooooooooo
Man, I sure feel like a hamburger
I'm locked in pop with my Pepsi-cola
Don't want to be without my remote controlla
For my Motorolla color T.V.
I'm locked in pop with my Pepsi-cola
Don't want to be without my remote controlla
For my Motorolla color T.V.
There's lots of pop in my fridge
And my Pontiac is parked out on the bridge
Right through the window on the left
My favorite program is on at 8
If I miss it then I'll put it on a tape
That way I can watch it later on
I'm locked in pop with my Pepsi-cola
Don't want to be without my remote controlla
For my Motorolla color T.V.
Yeah I'm locked in pop with my Pepsi-cola
Don't want to be without my remote controlla
For my Motorolla color T.V.
We'll my freezer is packed with ice
And it sure feels really nice
To sit down to a cold pop I got a match, but I don't have
a package
I need a strike, but I don't have a lightage
For my cigarette butt
Cause I'm locked in pop with my Pepsi-cola
Don't want to be without my remote controlla
For my Motorolla color T.V.
Yeah I'm locked in pop with my Pepsi-cola
Don't want to be without my remote controlla
For my Motorolla color T.V.
I got my boots when I want to go riding
with Melinda
Pinto ponies on her mind
We go riding into the sunset
And we do it Texas style
I got my sealskin boots from the Northwest Territories
They cost me 25 dollars at the Bay
That was back in 1967
When there was no Greenpeace or Greenday
But when I want to go dancing with my baby
I wear my old soft shoe
I got different shoes for different weather
Some are suede and some are leather
Some are baby cows from New Jersey
And some are wild pigs from
Borneo…….wo…..wo….wo
I got my brown shoes for when I'm working
They usually go unnoticed
And they are the most acceptable to everyone
Who is slightly bourgeoisie
I got my Adidas and my Nikes for when I'm jogging
Running for my life along the river
For playing tennis at Bonnie Doon
Or just walking at noon
But when I want to go dancing with my baby
I wear my old soft shoe
Chorus
I got my hiking boots for the Rocky Mountains
Gorilla grips for steep hills
And lots of padding and genuine leather
For deep crevices and rocky fields
Katrina bought me some moccasins for Christmas
She put them under the tree
There's little Santa Clauses' on the wrapping paper
This gift is from Santa, not from me
But when I want to go dancing with my baby
I wear my old soft shoe
I'd rather be blue than like you
What are you going to do
When you're living in a zoo
You need a new car
And a galvanized garbage can
Henna'd hair and a B6 tan
Cool it baby with your fan
I'll buy you a new vacuum cleaner
Don't be green, green with envy
Don't be green, green with envy
Why envy want you can own
And I'd rather be jade than fade
A spectacle in a parade
Bravo for the brave
Lost forever in the everglade
You need a new fridge
And a ridge around your home
Your dogs' barking for a bone
I hear you're installing a new telephone
Chorus
I'd rather be red than dead
Wanting to own everything
Like a bird with a broken wing
Living on 330 Spark street
And I'd rather be thin than win
At that kind of game
Partners with the criminally insane
There isn't anybody you can blame
If you receive a poor salary
Chorus
I'd rather be black than like that
Stretched out on the torture rack
Stuck with a dull blade in the back
Didn't anybody tell you about the Klu Klux Klan
You need a new boyfriend
Someone who will love you to the end
Somebody that you can bend
If you prefer to vote for Ronald Reagan
Thin presence, limited action
Black velvet paintings, fried chicken wings
In the gallery
Aluminium siding, plastic surgery
Platinum teeth, superbly cooked meat
On the hibachi
Really, really,really
Really unreal man
Really, really,really
Really unreal man
Thick action, everybody's smiling
Puffing cigarettes, petting family pets
On the patio
Sun tanning, barbecuing
Government inspected, computer tested
Tender beef
Chorus
Clear visions, cloudless skies
Hot summer days, Ultra violet rays
In the afternoon
Soft sunset, fluffy clouds
Red velvet skys, banana cream pies
Feathers flutter fly
Your bedroom is painted blue
That's the colour of your eyes
You got remote control
Satellite television
Oscar de le renta perfume
Won't you be my baby soon
Blue eyes blonde hair
Blue eyes blonde hair
Smoke fills up the room
Fields of flowers soon
You read Archie comic books
You got John Casablanca looks
Incognito burrito taste
The Crest minus cavities race
Hair spray air at night
Razor laser delight
Chorus
You melt me with your smile
Can I see you for awhile
We'll have mauve passion under the moon
Negligee action at noon
Far from the frozen street
Will you bite me with your teeth
They're stacking up the chairs
They're vacuuming the stairs
Wiping the tables
Flicking the lights
I'm talking to my chair
Subconsciously aware
Stained nicotine teeth
Fluff on my collar
Last call for alcohol
If I knew any better I wouldn't be here at all
If I knew any worse
I wouldn't fall so low
I would know
Too many cigarettes
Black barbecue briquettes
Alberta prime beef
A renewable resource
Disconnect the jukebox
Roll away all the rocks
Onto the street
There's no place to go
Chorus
To early to go home
Especially if you're alone
There's lots of people here
Hope you can meet one
I'm slouching over my glass
Reminiscing the past
My french-fries are cold
There's sparkles on the ceiling
Limousine windows
I'm dressed up in black
Your lips are so ruby
My hair is so flat
My metal is scrap
Tears are so salty
Your lipstick is smeared
Rouge is so shadowy
My cheeks are so teared
My God is so feared
Limousine windows
I'm dressed up in
Black and white
Black and white
Black and white
Limousine windows
Links in my cuffs
There's starch in my collar
I got a dog that ruffs
I got a face that scuffs
Red velvet curtains
Monumental stones
Cause of death is
Unquestionably unknown
Boxed bones alone
Chorus
Limousine windows
Candlelight flames
Bouquets of flowers
Forgotten names
Crumbling remains
Chorus
Rock of ages
Grenadine drapes
Unfolding in folds
Deep purple grapes
Angel food cakes
Son of a military man
I was born the son of a military man
My father fought for freedom
For democracy
So that I could have a better life
So that I could be free
He gave me things I wanted
Things he couldn't have
And sent me marching
Down a golden path
Chorus
He'd talk about the army
From time to time
But I was too young to listen
I didn't have the time
He knew what he was talking about
He knew some truth
I was down at the Hilton
Drinking Vermouth
I went down to see the morning
Where the shutters all were all drawn
And the sidewalks tables empty
And the laughing voices gone
And from some upstairs window
In the cool and the grey of dawn
Came the faded sound of somebody
Who played my song
I had a dream and I gave it a name
The name that I gave it was your name
I had a dream and I gave it a name
The name that I gave it was your name
I was fighting phantom windmills
Made of nothing left to do
Except live among the shadows
Of the days I made it through
With lies and false pretences
That tomorrow would be new
And it was cause just like a dream
I discovered you
Chorus
Now the Mirabeau bridge is crowded
With the ones who love the night
And the river laughing endlessly
Like the wild café life
Full of words from every language
Across the candle light
As it shines like the love in the eyes
That I see tonight
