Trailer Trash Girl

Words & Music by Russell K. Martin

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What do you do when Momma's not around? Anything you want she's always not around.

Word on the street is that you get around. People on the street they always put you down.

They call you.

 

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Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash,

Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash,

Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash girl.

In a trailer park world.

 

Sweet 16 you're too young to be the bedroom queen of the Aluminum Jungle scene. The conversation girl, you can't outrun you're reputation girl.

They call you.

 

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Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash,

Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash,

Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash girl.

In a mobile home world.

 

A dirty old man you're Momma's calling me. You're a dirty little girl and you're the girl for me. Someday soon are you gonna be bold enough to run away with me.

I love you.

 

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Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash,

Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash,

Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash girl.

In a trailer park world.

 

Chorus:

Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash,

Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash,

Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash Girl, Trailer Trash girl.

In a mobile home world.

 

What's The Matter With Michelle

 

Words & Music by Russell K. Martin

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It's three am when she comes crashing in and bangs herself on our front door

Stumbles through the house trips the coffee table then falls across the bedroom floor

No I can't be mad at her for where she's been when she looks up at me with a wicked grin

And says I hope I didn't wake you

 

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That's OK anyway who can tell what's the matter with Michelle

 

Sunday morning in a darkened corner she's hiding from the Sun

I glance up from the TV set and her look says leave me alone

Daddy calls her his Baby Girl and Mama tries to be her friend

And still she looks so lonely

 

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That's OK anyway who can tell what's the matter with Michelle

 

Bridge:

 

Sometimes she drinks too much 'cause she feels too much

She cries a lot and she thinks too much

 

 

Repeat Bridge:

 

Sometimes she drinks too much 'cause she feels too much

She cries a lot and she thinks too much

 

Chorus:

That's OK anyway who can tell what's the matter with Michelle

 

Chorus:

That's OK anyway who can tell what's the matter with Michelle

 

Tag:

It's three am when she comes crashing in

 

 

We've All Got Our Problems

 

Words & Music by Russell K. Martin

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Betty gets stoned on gasoline fumes I guess she peaked just a little too soon

At four bucks a gallon there goes her Harvard degree

 

Joey took off for the Hollywood lights We all figured he'd make it allright

Now he's working nights at a cafe outside Tulsa

 

What about Jerry Man who knew Last week I saw him on the evening news

He had a hostage and a big long list of demands

 

And Tammy swears she was abducted one day By a man from a galaxy far far away

He told her that he loved her now she's carrying his love alien

 

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Well the moral of the story It's as old as the World Don't get your panties twisted up in a twirl

'Cause you know as well as I do We've all got our problems

The truck won't start and the mortgage is due To tell you the truth I'm pretty much screwed

But so are most of you We've all got our problems

 

 

The old King said to his right-hand man Man you're standing on my right hand

Now the old King is dead Long live the status quo

I once knew a man with no pot to miss He lived without any of that or this

And strangely enough he seemed to be O.K.

 

Well the gist of this tale it's a simple affair Pretend to listen pretend to care

But in the end We've all got our problems

Well it may be money or a wander eye You'll probably live but maybe you'll die

And so it goes We've all got our problems

 

Tag:

'Cause China's a mother & Iran's got a nuke, to tell you the truth we're all pretty much screwed

Que Sera Sera We've all got our problems

 

Sweet Sweet Woman

 

Words & music by Russell K. Martin

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Chorus:

She's a sweet sweet woman gives me sweet sweet love.

A sweet sweet lover gives me sweet sweet love

 

When I wake up in the morning she's warm beside me

She rubs me soft & slow to sleep at night

I don't go hungry and i don't get thirsty

Everything she does makes me feel alright

 

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She's a sweet sweet woman gives me sweet sweet love.

A sweet sweet lover gives me sweet sweet love

 

She knows how to make a man happy happy

She like to make love heart & soul

Her kisses are sweet as honey the taste on my lips everywhere I go

 

 

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She's a sweet sweet woman gives me sweet sweet love.

A sweet sweet lover gives me sweet sweet love

 

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There's no woman like her they don't even come close

She's beautiful lovely soft & tough

Won't take her for granted there's a lot at stake

She's everything too much and never enough

 

Now if ask me for what is I'm thankful

I'll say the Sun in the morning and the Moon at night.

I love the cool water and blue sky above me

But most of all I love the way she loves me-- cause

 

Chorus:

She's a sweet sweet woman gives me sweet sweet love.

A sweet sweet lover gives me sweet sweet love

Chorus:

She's a sweet sweet woman gives me sweet sweet love.

A sweet sweet lover gives me sweet sweet love

 

GIRLS GUNS & GUITARS

 

Words & Music by Russell K. Martin

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I like to shoot my guns.

To hear the bullets bang.

 

I've got to pick my guitar Make that Mother twang.

 

But that girl will be the death of me. Making me insane. Holding onto the rest of me heart & soul & brain.

 

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Girls guns. & guitars. Get me to the show. Girls guns & guitars let the good times roll.

Well I handed her my 45 told her it was loaded. I knew it might have been a lie but I didn't think she noticed.

She put the barrel against my back & I heard the hammer drop. I know she tried to kill me but I couldn't make it stop.

 

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Girls guns & guitars. Get me to the show. Girls guns & guitars let the good times roll.

I threw her on the carpet. She grabbed me by throat. I took that pistol from her. She wouldn't let me go.

I heard the sirens wailing when I looked into her eyes. She wrapped her legs around me. Held on like a vice.

 

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Girls guns & guitars. Get me to the show. Girls guns & guitars let the good times roll.

 

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I bolted out the back door & put the hammer down. The police caught up with me on the other side of town. When the lead started flyin' I knew the game was up.

I don't like the sound of dyin' and I never had much luck with.

 

Chorus:

Girls guns & guitars get me to the show. Girls guns & guitars everybody's gonna know. Girls guns & guitars welcome to the show. Girls guns & guitars let the good times roll.

 

(I WANT TO) Die Of A Broken Heart

Words & Music by Russell K. Martin

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They told me Cigarettes would kill me so I put them away. Whiskey is bound to shorten my days.

I cut down on bacon & cheeseburgers too. If I have to die then I want to choose. I want to die of a broken heart.

 

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Let me die of a broken heart. Love fractured & bleeding is a good place to start. Throw in some anger while I'm still alive. Kill me again if I survive. The pleasure of pain as it all falls apart. Let me die of a broken heart.

 

It's a complex story and it's gonna sound strange. But I'm not really sure that I've ever felt pain.

I guess I've been blessed all of these years. In the Very few times I've ever cried real tears.

I want to die of a broken heart.

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I loved some women. Don't get me wrong. Some hurried away & some stayed too long.

It didn't matter to me. I let them choose. But a love with no risk is nothing to lose.

I want to die of a broken heart.

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Tag:

The pleasure of pain as it all falls apart

I want to die of a broken heart.

 

Stretch Of Highway

Word & music by Russell K. Martin

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When I was young I had dreams and some mighty big plans in my head

So I packed all my yesterday's and took them down the road to where it led

My dreams took me far away further and further from my home

And this old stretch of highway between us now is much too long

 

I've searched a lot of places and still haven't found the place where I was bound

Now every time I get up something new knocks me to the ground

Rejection's got me lonely cold and longing for my home

And this old stretch of highway between us now is much too long

 

Bridge:

I didn't see what meant the most to me when it was right there all along. So many things I've I tried that let me down but your love was never wrong.

 

Past the fields farms and houses through little towns I try to make some time

The radio plays softly theme music to the pictures in my mind

The memories overtake me as I push the pedal down to move along

And this old stretch of highway between us now is almost gone

 

You're standing in the doorway as I turn off the road and up the drive

You put your arms around me and I'm glad that I'm alive

It's good to see your face again Lord knows it's good to be back home.

And this old stretch of highway between us now is finally gone

 

It's good to see your face again Lord knows it's good to be back home.

And this old stretch of highway between us now is finally gone

 

Walking Out Of Detroit

Left my boots behind but I won't forget my hat

Truck broke down on I-75 and I left it there like that

Out in the air a natural man in a natural way

Clothes or not got what I got I'm getting out today.

 

Yeah I'm walking out of Detroit. Never looking back. Walking out of Detroit or else I'm bound to crack

Strolling out of Detroit I left it all behind except my hat that's it that's that oh yeah and I kept my mind

 

I don't need a doctor and I don't want a coat

No drugs or booze no shirt no shoes no pants and no bath robe

I've had all I can take and will take no more

I'll go my way on this highway and you can't shut the door.

 

Yeah I'm walking out of Detroit. Never looking back. Walking out of Detroit or else I'm bound to crack

Strolling out of Detroit I left it all behind except my hat that's it that's that oh yeah and I kept my mind

 

I'll leave the Motor City I don't need a car

I won't miss this city you all have pushed me way too far.

 

Yeah I'm walking out of Detroit. Never looking back. Walking out of Detroit or else I'm bound to crack

Strolling out of Detroit I left it all behind except my hat that's it that's that oh yeah and I kept my mind