Cock O'The Walk .......... Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire

Evelyn Is Not Real .......... My Morning Jacket

Moonlight Becomes You .......... Ron Sexsmith

Caldo De Cana .......... Brazzaville

The Low Down Man .......... Squirrel Nut Zippers

Early Morning In Copenhagen .......... Bent Fabric

A Little Randy .......... Patterson Hood

All The Things You Are .......... The Now People

Bedbugs .......... Squirrel Nut Zippers

Markin' Time .......... Bent Fabric

Downtown .......... My Morning Jacket

Against My Skin .......... Lance Palmer and The Dead Rebels

Respiration .......... Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire

Tino & Randy's Suite .......... John Swihart

C'mon baby move over I'm sitting here tonight,
C'mon baby move over do the thing that's right
I can puff up my feathers, look real mean, be the old man that this here's scene.
I'm a struttin'-preenin'-bantam rooster looking for a fight,
Hold on there partner, my hat just ain't on right
Just a minute there govn'r while I set it right
It's a half turn left a half turn right, this old thing used to be bright white
I'm a struttin'-preenin'-bantam rooster looking for a fight.
I went on down to sports bar town to put mother hen in a fright
Took the 450 Addison to see pulaski at night
it's one for the money, two for the jack, three for the joe you've got to pay back
I'm a struttin'-preenin'-bantam rooster looking for a fight.
I think that might makes right.

ev-O-lyn i hope this cant be true.
ev-O-lyn, you know my hearts with you.
dont try to tell me there's another boy,
don't try to use me like a lovers toy.
ev-O-lyn you know this cant be true.
from what i found the ground remains with you.
don't try to tell me theres another boy,
don't try and use me like a lovers toy.
"aw take it away johnny!!!"

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Agua de coco
Caldo de cana
Dentes de oro
Confusao urbana

The storm clouds roll in
Set me free Fortuna
It's late and I can't find my friends
Caldo de cana

Macumba da cidade chegou
Muambeiro anarquista eubou
Malandro tambem tem coracao
The rain's still coming down

The rain's still coming down...

That low down man of mine
Mistreats me all the time
He sez he loves me only
Then turns around and leaves me sad and lonely
If he could see through my eyes
And be the one who cries
He would see
He would never be
That low down man of mine
That low down man with his low down ways
I know hell go some day
It wont be long
But from now on
If he could see through my eyes
And be the one who cries
He would see
He would never be
That low down man of mine
If he could see through my eyes
And be the one who cries
He would see
Hed come back to me
That low down man

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Down in the country where I was born,
We'd go to church ev'ry Sunday mornin',
Then in the evening the lights would fade,
These are the words that my mama said:

"Children I hope you sleep tight,
And don't let the bedbugs bite,
If you should die before you wake,
Pray good God your soul will take."

(Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.)

Preacher would tell us that the lord was good,
All us little children should knock on wood,
Preacher would tell us 'bout the angels and saints,
Grandfather taught us 'bout the spooks and [inaudable],
He said:

"(Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no]
Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.)"

Then I'd pull the covers up over my head,
Stop thinkin' 'bout the things underneath the bed,
Thunder and the lightnin' begin to boom,
Somebody's knockin', but nobody's home.

(Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children]
Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no]
Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.)[x2]

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Decadence, no matter where I go,
it always seems to be the climate.
Is there an explanation
down in mexico?
Well I ever make it back to the world, little girl.
Well I'll be sure to let you know
Until then freedom, oh freedom
Feels so good against my skin.

Somewhere in the neighborhood of gone
always seems to be my home.
And what ifs can be so damn irritating
when you go and do something wrong.
But I'm shaking hands with new chances
and when the opportunity ends,
Don't ya know freedom, oh freedom
feels so good against my skin.

Having a drink with my situation
discussing my fine disposition.
Even though I'm no longer cradled
in the warmth of history and tradition.
But I'm accompanied by liberation
but don't you assimilate me with sin.
Just because freedom oh freedom
feels so good against my skin.

So bartender pour me another
young female and fine.
Don't ya know intoxication is waiting
in the form of red hair and green eyes.
Dancing again with my addiction
and it's good to meet you miss shelby lynn.
Let me warn ya know freedom oh freedom
feels so good against my skin.

And she said let me warn you
Freedom oh freedom
feels so good against my skin.

http://www.DeadRebels.com

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