They deliver all the trouble to my front door, Served my wife with papers and a gun Please remember the man with whom you're dealing, Never was a father or your son Just another dog you chose cause he would run There's a wall cloud rolling across the blue sky Karma manifest into a form If you wonder the reason why I'm smiling, It's because I know her love will keep me warm Yeah we're the kind of folks that kinda like a storm We batten down the hatches and hold each other close, A joint and a couple matches feeds the flame I'm afraid for you, it's getting dark, Sundown at the trailer park and nothin's gonna look the same A tornado doesn't ask the fool his name Having visions of things that bare explaining, No answers in religion or the law Sending thugs out to call it all illusion, Doesn't change belief in a what I saw A translation of the writing on the wall We batten down the hatches and hold each other close, A joint and a couple matches feeds the flame I'm afraid for you, it's getting dark, Sundown at the trailer park and nothin's gonna look the same A tornado doesn't ask the fool his name We batten down the hatches and hold each other close, A joint and a couple matches feeds the flame For you, my friend, it's getting dark, Lights out at the trailer park and nothin's gonna look the same A tornado doesn't ask the fool his name

(*Boland, Roger Ray) [** feat. Robert Earl Keen:] The party's not over* It's just leaving town So don't be disappointed It's gonna come back around But who says that a good time Ends at the end of the night Oh the party's not over So don't turn out the lights There was a happening Had here for sure We've all got to be somewhere A few forgot where they were They don't stare if you stumble They don't care if you crawl They're sweeping up the broken glass And it's after last call The party's not over It's just leaving town So don't be disappointed It's gonna come back around But who says that a good time Ends at the end of the night Yeah the party's not over So don't turn out the lights Tomorrow morning May hurt like hell But it's going to be worth it As far as I can tell Cause I got me a woman She's all over me Sweet nothings in my ear I wander what it could be The party's not over It's just leaving town So don't be disappointed It's gonna come back around Who says that a good time Ends at the end of the night Yeah the party's not over So don't turn out the lights The party's not over It's just leaving town So don't be disappointed It's gonna come back around Who says that a good time Ends at the end of the night Yeah the party's not over So don't turn out the lights I said the party's not over So don't turn out the lights...

I refuse to spend the rest of my days trying to get away From all the things I did when I knew not what I had done O so young and tired and love was not an item My own bottle always refused to hear Them tell me not to stare into the sun This pornographic place told me a body was to be feared And then wanted at the same time Man, if you could figure how Feared because it was the pathway to the mortal sin And then wanted because we'll all be dust a Few short years from now. It's a broken hearted world that we inherit All we're told to do is sin and bear it For a little while, On the dark and dirty mile. It took awhile at least for me To live enough until I believed In none of what I heard and less than half of what I saw Mark the days have come and gone Some were lost and some were wrong On the way back home we'll figure out a place to place it all It's a broken hearted world that we inherit All we're told is to do sin and bear it For a little while, On this dark and dirty mile We're all family here on trial On the dark and dirty mile Finally I realized That knowledge better make you wise Or all the knots you learned to tie will leave you in a ball Helpless as when we were born Threaded bare and holy worn Out shivering as summer gives way to early fall It's a broken hearted world that we inherit All we're told is to do sin and bear it For a little while, On the dark and dirty mile We're all family here on trial On the dark and dirty mile

We kept part and connected by the same stretch of road And I'm tired of packin' round this heavy load It started out a stream but then the levee fell When the rain maker had some extra seeds to sell Well I just thought id call and see what's going on Did the hill country flatten out since I've been gone Are the fields all painted up in red and blue Are you thinking of me the times I'm thinking of you Chorus Well I just wanna drink til I'm not thirsty And I just wanna sleep til I'm not tired I just wanna drive till I run out of money I don't wanna be no Romeo on the telephone wire Could we dream up a reason for a rendezvous The Yanks are in town and we got nothing to do You're neighbors are gone and you're feeling alone You can't kiss somebody on the telephone Did you go out last night and was it just a friend Would you care if I showed up there at 6: 00 am Drive all day with the top pulled down We could stay in all night or we could paint the town Chorus I guess I better go now it's getting too late There's a party downstairs and I thought I heard something break I bid you goodnight and hope to see you soon Maybe later on this afternoon Chorus

For reasons that don't matter, I was walking down the alley When I heard this music coming through the screen Without really thinking, I walked up to the window To a scene that felt just like a dream She was standing in the kitchen, her face turned towards the ceiling Her eyes were closed, but still they held the light And from a battered guitar came a sound like angels weeping For all those restless spirits in the night I don't know how long I stood there, but it felt like many lifetimes Before I felt her love float away Walking back down the alley, feeling so much better I knew that I could take another day Cause she was standing in the kitchen, Her face turned towards the ceiling Her eyes were closed, but still they held the light And from a battered guitar came a sound like angels weeping For all those restless spirits in the night And from a battered guitar came a sound like angels weeping For all those restless spirits in the night