H.E.B. By Mitchell Webb

I made a pledge to be drug free
The day I started at H.E.B
The work is hard and the days are long
I just wish I could grab my bong
I'm getting fatter everyday
And I have no place to stay
God what has become of me
I'm living in misery
I ride the bus each day
Back and forth from work I pay
My dues to rock-n-roll it seems
Have left me with no dreams
It doesn't matter anyway
Got to push those dreams out of the way
God what has become of me
I'm living in misery

I hold back everyday
One step and eleven on the way
Roy Masters on the radio
With his following I go
I could have been a big rock star
But I guess I never got that far
God What has become of me
I'm living in misery
 
 

ROUNDROCK By Mitchell Webb

Well I drove all the way from Roundrock just to see you
Hoping we could somehow work it out
I left at seven-thirty right here from Roundrock
And at eight I pulled up to your house
I-35 for thirty minutes aint no big thing
In my beaten up old Malibu
Let's grab a six-pac and head down to the island
It's the first place I ever took you
I drove all the way from Roundrock just to see you
Knuckles turning white on the wheels of that car
And I hope that you will someday see tomorrow
Trouble is I don't think I can drive that far
 
 

CARRY ON By Mitchell Webb

In this mixed up world I held my head up high
I looked around and realized
Just what it was my heart was saying
But I couldn't hear one damn thing
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on
With my hungry eyes I finally found
A fictitious god with jet black hair
He said "I like the things you do"
And I listened as if it were true
And he knows everyone, and he knows everyone
And he will tell you, he's a sure fire idol maker
Cause he knows everyone
So I bought his pitch hook line and sinker
And worked my soul to an outer region
Thinking about all the things I've blown
It was a heavy commitment to the unknown
In this mixed up world now I know better
I look around and realize
Just what it is my heart is saying
And I can hear a dying song
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on
And he will tell you, he's a sure fire rock-n-roller
Carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on
 
 

BLACK IS BLACK By Los Bravos

Black Is black, I want my baby back
It's gray it's gray, since she went away, whoa whoa
What can I do? Cause I-I-I-I-I I'm feeling blue
If I had my way, she'd be back today
But she don't intend, to see me again, whoa whoa
What can I do? Cause I-I-I-I-I I'm feeling blue
I can't choose
It's too much to lose
My loves to strong, wow
Maybe if she would come back to me
Then it can't go wrong
Bad is bad, that I feel so sad
It's time it's time, that I found peace of mind, woah woah
What can I do? Cause I-I-I-I-I I'm feeling blue
 
 

SILVER HORSES By Steve Perron

Silver horses, golden wheels
No one knows, quite how I feel
Take me away, oh sweet chariot
All my loves, turned to dust
Take me back, return I must
Take me away, sweet chariot
No I won't cut no corners
Halfway there just won't do
Take me away, oh sweet chariot
Loves a movie, on one small reel
Life and death, they aint no big deal
Take me away, oh sweet chariot
Oh baby baby, I just don't know
Which way to turn, what way to go
Take me away, oh sweet chariot
When I was younger, I was stronger
Last coach I'm counting on you
To take me away, oh sweet chariot
All my pains been amplified
Take me for your moonlight ride
Take me away, sweet chariot
 
 

ALL OVER THE WORLD By Mitchell Webb

My girl's in Austin, I'm stuck in Boston.
She's down in Texas, working at Alfred's.
She's such a fine, fine, girl.
Nobody can stop her.
From going round the world.
I wanna see George Coleman, on a silver dollar.
Thrown in the bucket of some buskin vixen
Well, she's such a fine, fine girl
Nobody can stop her.
From going round the world.
Well let them figure out. What it is She's all about.
And let them all complain. That it's just to easy.
And lovers often say. They'll somehow get their way.
But I have often found. That it's not that easy.

My mama's Jaguar. Is in the garage.
It's such a Big Drag. To feel Unable.
Well she's such a fine, fine, girl.
Nobody can stop her.
From going round the world.
All over the wo -oo-oo-oo-orld
All over the world.
All over the wo-oo-oo-oo-orld
All over the world.
 
 

LA VIDA ES MUERTE By Fred Hines

Ay, corazon la vida es muerte.
Mi vida es muerte, no quero vivir.
Sin tu amor, no tengo la suerte.
No tengo la suerte, to quero vivir.
Oh when your laughing at me I get a shadow of a doubt.
That you will be by me when the morning sun breaks out.
How can I hold on to words like whispers in the wind.
Caught in the struggle between saviours and sins.
La vida, es bonita, bonita y triste amor
Ay corazon yo tengo miedo.
No quero sufir en un suena oscur.
No hay dios ni luz en el cielo.
Estoy perdid no quero vivir.
As you wake me up and bring me to this foreign land.
And your holding my heart, like a weapon in your hands.
How can you throw me down, into the sacrificial well.
A place where the spirits and devils do dwell.
La vida, es bonita, bonita y triste amor.
 
 

BUFORD WILSON By Mitchell Webb

Way down in Louisana
There's a man named Buford Wilson
A girl from New York City
Said that she was looking for him
Green eyes looking out
On a fatherless horizon
Green eyes looking out
On this misty summer day
And she never really told
What it was she left for
And her mama sits and stares
At the photos of her daughters father on the wall
Well it seemed to take forever
To visit every bar in New Orleans
And a man of his description
Still remains to be seen
And as the silver eagle pushes on
In a westwardly direction
A young girl looks behind
At a fallen broken dream
And she never really told
What it was she left for
And her mama sits and stares
At the photos of her daughters father on the wall
 
 

MY MAMAS JAGUAR By Fred Hines

Jump , Shout, Knock me really out
Shake, twist, move your body like this
Make a fist, and break your mama's wrist
My mama's Jaguar
Got looks that will make it go far
My mama's Jaguar
Defender of the holy war
My mama's Jaguar
Well she's the livin' end baby that's all
I wish I was a hippy back in 1968
I'd smoke marijuana till I couldn't see straight
I wish I was a Hitler youth back in thirty-five
I'd goose step to the party and learn to socialize
I wish I was the president dancing with the queen
Well I'd say, "shake, shake, shake, shake baby for me"
 
 

I.J. AND JULIE By Mitchell Webb

I.J. and Julie, soon became lovers
Under the gulf stream moon
Chewing on old thoughts, swallowing new
As they stepped into their room
Hold on tight, love has never seemed so right
Hold on to your ego, that's what he told me
But lovers seldom do
I'll be back tomorrow, that's what she told me
But her love was not true
Hold on tight, love has never seemed so right
I.J. and Julie, never were married
Though they found a love so true
Soft, soft kisses, like she'd never known
Only they know what is true
Hold on tight, love has never seemed so right
 
 

22 22 By Mitchell Webb

22 22 That's what I said.
The officer laughed, said put your hands behind your head.
I'd let you go if it were up to me.
But you never should have driven on this government property.
I meant no danger I was just having fun.
The officer did not have to pull out his gun.
The dogs were not needed nor choppers in the air.
Through the handcuffs and the rough stuff I wish my lawyer had been there.
How could I know that they were on my trail?
Why did my girlfriend say she could not afford bail?
Lost but not forgotten I saw the guiding light.
As I set and let the tears roll down in my jail cell that fateful night.
Get off you're high horse the judge said to me.
An ankle bracelet and the halfway house is where you'll stay.
Mothers from mad call the house everyday.
Talking about all the lives they have saved.
 
 

KINGS By Mitchell Webb

Going through the winding streets of
My little town I came from
Looks like all my friends have moved away
It started when they went to college
Looking out for higher knowledge
I couldn't blame them they couldn't stay
Here I am, in this small town
Nobody even remembers our names
Even though we used to be kings
It doesn't matter anymore
Cause all our friends have moved away
Going through these streets reminds me
When I was young and carefree
Nothing could stop me I was so free
Now I'm stuck here in the city
Big business is 'bout to kill me
So I came here to fill my needs
Here I am , in this small town
Nobody even remembers our names
Even though we used to be kings
It doesn't matter anymore
Cause all my friends have moved away
 
 

YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME By Rocky Erickson

Your gonna wake up one mornin
As the sun breaks the dawn
Your gonna wake up one mornin
As the sun breaks the dawn
Your gonna look around baby.
Your gonna find that I have gone
You didn't realize
Your gonna miss me baby
You say you don't want it
But you never needed it
How can you say you missed my lovin
When you never needed it
You gonna wake up wondering
Find yourself all alone
But whats gonna stop you baby
I'm not coming home, I'm not coming home
You're gonna miss me .