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Cowboy Bill
04:51
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Look yonder and see the man and his gang
(Pardon me?)
Well I wanna be like you
Hootin' n' hollerin' n' having a grand ol' time
(Ain't that easy?)
Remember the Alamo, Bill? You're a...
(I ain't no hero)
Well you are to me
Bought a Colt .45 and now I am
a cowboy too
Wandering all day on the plains
Must be so much fun
I haven't been clean in weeks
A dirty cowpoke
I'll saddle up this rascal horse
(Don't pull the straps too tight!)
Yeah, you're right
We ride for Mexico in the morn
Protect us, Lord
I spy the Rio Grande
The border to the unknown land
Goodbye Mom and Dad
Might never see you again
Oh no, here comes
A stranger, guns drawn (!)
A loud bang, my heart stops
Oh Bill, I've been shot (!)
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Nine
04:34
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There are days where I would like to pull a Chris McCandless just without
frozen fate
For the sake of coming back a better friend, a better son
a lover to you
Let's laugh at how absurd everything is
We'll take our time as we drive through the 9
I'll be the bouncer for all your worst dreams
Rendered to dust when you wake up next to me
Let's laugh at how absurd everything is
Let's laugh now shall we
Politicians let you down and Mother Nature's crumbling
But you give me hope
Gratitude, it swells inside me, I need something more than fingers
To keep count
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I'm a G.D. Buckaroo
04:42
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I thought I knew you
But I was wrong
And just like that, you are gone
And just like that, you are gone
Some common courtesy
That's all I ask
But even that is in the past
I guess it's all in the past
Tired, I'm tired of writing songs
for you
Tired, you're a liar
I never knew
Never knew
There's something new
And it's not you
Now you're really in the
Past
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Happy To Be Here
04:44
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I'm sorry about the glow
But it tells me that I home
Mystery shades
The synthetic glow
Of city lights
Rising through the glass window
This areas greatest feat
Fades to the modern man
Harnessed
By his own hand
Nose pressed against the window late at night
The stars fade into the yellow hued light
Home's on horizon everything is alright
Alright
I'm sorry about the glow
But it tells me that I'm home
I'm content now
I'm going home
Where I will know
Just where to go
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Spiller Portland, Oregon
Eugene-based
Jazz and emo
Into coffee tables
And table plants
spillertheband@gmail.com
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