Ain't No Train

i don't know where i belong
ain't no train to take me home
you see the very tracks have turned to rust
will the children have to pay
for their father's awful sins
yes i'm afraid they all too often must

i saw a hundred dollar bill
go floating on the wind
too far above my head for me to catch
then i stepped up to your gate
and though you'd told me i was welcome
i could not bring myself to turn the latch

those lucky bastards born to money
who've never gone without
they'll never know just how the poor man feels
run little rabbit run
better get across the highway
if you don't want to be crushed beneath those wheels

sometimes you wonder why you're here
and is anyone paying attention
as though it even matters what you think
and though i've heard the common wisdom
still i believe my chain is stronger
stronger somehow than its weakest link

time just moves in circles
space cannot be measured
the river's gonna overflow its banks
the wind will change direction
the word will be forgotten
you say eternal life i say no thanks

Life

life is a series of conflicting desires
you want to stay out of the frying pan
but you don't want to land in the fire
you want to find the perfect mate
of course you also want to be free
conflicting desires
as far as the eye can see
as far as the eye can see

life is a total disaster
of what you call "epic proportions"
they make you jump through all kinda hoops
while you do your contortions
there's a lways a landlord
there's always some rent to pay
another little disaster each and every day
each and every day
each and every day

life is a noisy party next door
when you're trying to sleep
life is a whispered promise in your ear
that you know she won't keep
day by day and night by night
we're just trying to beat the clock
at the end of the day you're another day older
with another new hole in your sock
another new hole in your sock
another new hole in your sock

now they say life is what you make it
i've heard it said a million times
but life is what everyone else makes it, too
and there's often no reason or rhyme
you say you're a self made man
yeah sure, go tell it to your mother
and bartender, whatever you're pouring
i believe i'll have another
i believe i'll have another

Dixie Wigs

i was down in alabama
on a birmingham street
i stepped into a shop
to get outta the heat
it didn't look it from the outside
but the shop was pretty big
and the name of the place
was dixie wigs

now try to imagine
a thousand heads on the wall
and there were four walls there
so that's four thousand heads y'all
i know it sounds crazy
but that's how it seemed
even now i wonder
was it just something i dreamed

now every head had hair
in all the different styles
if you took all that hair
it'd stretch for miles
but you wouldn't wanna do that
cause it looked so good
sitting on those heads
just the way hair should

now if you need you some hair
and you're down in alabama
just go to dixie wigs
it's a hair panorama
it ain't hard to find
downtown birmingham
and if you go be sure
to say hello from samm

Bennett plays strumstick

Bennett plays jawharp

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