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The Best I Can
03:50
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Hey now, people, when I sing this song,
I will try not to drag you down.
I’m searching for something that I feel must be right,
But I know can never be found.
Lookin’ back through the years of my life,
Did I do all the things I should?
And if I didn’t say, “I love you” enough,
I hope you still understood.
Though I tried and failed a thousand times
I’ll try a thousand more to get it right.
And baby, did I ever make you a bad deal
Or give you any reason to fight?
Though I’m not a wealthy man, I was there to hold your hand.
Just a derelict soul with a heart full of gold,
I’m just doing the best that I can.
Hey now, people, can help me to see
Just what makes a man a man?
Is it the thoughts he can speak or what havoc he wreaks?
I’m still trying to understand.
Can importance be told by the job that I hold,
My money, my cars, and my threads?
If my claim to fame is that I worked through the pain,
Have I killed myself working instead?
So I set out walking on streets unknown,
Left my baggage by the side of the road.
With nothing to hide, and a gleam in my eye,
No need to shoulder the load.
Though I’ve rambled ‘cross the land,
I’m right back where I began.
Like my father before me, and his before him,
I’m still doing the best that I can.
Though I’ve tried and failed so many times,
I’ll keep on trying till I get it right.
I’ve walked so many road to get where I’m going,
And I believe the end is in sight.
When I’ve run my final race, there’ll be smiles upon my face.
And then when I die, there’ll be no tears to cry
Because I did the best that I can.
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2. |
No Worries
03:30
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My baby left me this morning,
That don’t worry me at all.
Took all I had a left me,
It don’t concern me at all,
‘Cause there’s lots more pretty girls in the world
Just waitin’ for me to call.
My car broke down last week,
But that don’t get me down.
Radiator blew, the transmission fell out,
But I can still get around.
Cause I’ll just call up one of my other girls out there,
She’s gonna drive me all over town.
I lost my job just the other day,
But that don’t trouble me.
Can’t pay no rent and lost my house,
But it still don’t bother me,
Cause I know there lots of pretty girls out there
Lookin’ to give me some place to sleep.
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3. |
Your Stupid Blues
04:15
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If I should decide to grow my hair to the ground,
Ain’t no one’s business but my own.
But look over yonder, see my jury and judge
Has me convicted, sentenced, and stoned.
Feel like a freight train runnin’ off of the tracks.
I think I’m gonna blow a fuse.
And you play the role of some mojo man,
And talk about your stupid blues.
But you don’t fool me. Yeah, you don’t fool me.
Lord, can’t you see you’re just some raggedy man?
Your stupid blues don’t fool me.
Somebody take this monkey from me;
Get this hell hound off my trail.
You’re laughing at me; you throw some sand in my face,
And tell me ‘bout the times that I failed.
I’m not trying to be a big, bad voodoo man,
I know I got to pay my dues,
But you call my name with your dying breath
And tell me about your stupid blues.
But you don’t fool me . . .
If I should decide I’ve had enough of this place,
I’ve had my fill of all this anger and hate.
I’ll take my chances with some other world,
And I'll meet you there, so don’tcha be late.
Don’t talk about no future, don't brag about your past,
Or tell me heads you win, tails I lose.
Just take your black cat bone and leave me alone.
Don’t tell me ‘bout your stupid blues.
But you don’t fool me . . .
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4. |
Jerk
04:17
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The man who runs this town is a jerk, and he’ ain’t no friend of mine.
The way he’s always runnin’ his mouth off is a contemptible crime.
I’ve had enough of all his lyin’,
And I know it’s just a matter of time,
That this whole town gets together to stone that dumb jerk,
And sends him home cryin’.
Stole all his father’s money, then cut him down with a knife.
Threw his mother out in the street and shacked up with his brother’s wife.
He loves to stir up division and strife,
Disillusionment and dissent run rife.
I ain’t never seen a jerk big as he
In my whole damn life.
Wants to build a wall ‘round his estate, and make his neighbor pay for it.
Stole candy from a baby, kicked a dog, and made fun of a Vietnam vet.
He’s as sleazy as a man can get,
He brags about it on the internet.
Oh, how many more crimes will this useless, no good jerk try to commit?
He’ll invite you to his house just to show off his fancy spread.
Holds parades and parties in his honor, but I can see we’ve been misled.
Got a stone when I asked him for some bread.
Asked for fish, I got a snake instead.
He’s just an ugly, loudmouth jerk
Who needs a punch in the head.
Asked him for a glass of water, and he gave me gasoline.
Made himself a millionaire by stealing other people’s hard earned green.
I won’t drink his beer, or touch his cuisine,
Or go anyplace he’s ever been.
He’s the biggest shithead son-of-a-bitch jerk that I’ve ever seen.
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5. |
Who Do You Trust?
04:51
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Doctors say they can cure your cancer; they say that you’ll be saved,
But if you put your trust in them, you’re gonna end up in an early grave.
You can’t trust the government, they’re takin’ away your rights.
You can’t trust the president and the war he wants you to fight.
You can’t trust anybody; don’t expect no one to help.
If I’ve learned one thing about this world,
Don’t trust no one but yourself.
You can’t trust your family, the people in your home,
‘Cause they might kill you in your sleep, and steal everything you own.
You can’t trust the schools; they’re a waste and a joke.
You can’t even trust your priest,
‘Cause there’s some boy he wants to poke..
You can’t trust anybody. . . .
You can’t trust a salesman or the guy who’ll fix your car.
You can’t trust a lawyer or the man behind the bar.
You can’t trust the papers or the newsman on the screen.
You can’t trust your boss; he just wants you to work for free.
You can’t trust anybody. . . .
You can’t trust the army or the men in the jury chairs,
Or the guy who says a can of paint will make it look like you have hair.
The man you hired to fix your roof is just the devil in disguise.
You can’t trust the banks; you’re just money in their eyes.
You can’t trust anybody. . . .
You can’t trust the mailman or a policeman on the street,
The guy who sells you your cigarettes, or the dentist who gonna pull your teeth.
You can’t trust Walt Disney; you can’t trust the GOP;
You can’t trust the liberal media, and you know you can’t trust me.
You can’t trust anybody. . . .
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Sing, little bird, though no one hears.
Fly, far away, without any fear.
You only get one chance, don’t forget it;
You can spread your wings, don’t regret it;
It only makes you crazy if you let it.
Run home, child, your momma calls;
She can take your hand if you fall.
We’re all in this together, don’t forget it;
It’s still alright to cry, don’t regret it;
It only makes you crazy if you let it.
Don’t look back; it’s too hard to turn around,
And falling only hurts when you hit the ground.
Fear and hate only drag you down;
Take the peace and joy you found;
Ride hard, run free; it’s your turn now.
Swing low, driver, and let me ride for a while.
Chase the stars, face the sun with a smile.
It’s a choice you make, don’t forget it;
It’s a chance you take, don’t regret it;
It only makes you crazy if you let it.
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7. |
The Bottle or Me
03:25
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Lookie here, baby I’ve got something to say.
There’s far too much at stake for you to throw it all away.
Lovin’ can be good, but it’s a two way street,
And there aren’t too many vows that you’ve been able to keep.
I had always thought I was a patient man,
But my last nerve is down to its last strand
You can’t have your cake and drink it, too.
You can’t let your booze come between me and you.
Got to get yourself up on your own two feet.
You’ve got to make yourself a choice: is it the bottle or me?
Every time I look, you’ve got a drink in your face.
The way you live your life is a big disgrace.
I come home at night and walk through the door,
There’s empty bottles all around and you’re passed out on the floor.
Drinkin’ is fine if you can show restraint,
But when it overtakes your life, I’ve got to file a complaint.
You can’t have your cake and drink it, too.
You can’t let your booze come between me and you.
Got to get yourself up on your own two feet.
You’ve got to make yourself a choice: is it the bottle or me?
We said we’d stick together through thick and thin,
But it hurts me deep inside to see the mess that you’re in.
I’m painting on a smile and lying to folks I meet.
What’s a stiff upper lip when you’ve been kicked in the teeth.
I guess a man like me can only take so much,
And I’m tired of all the times you let the bottle be your crutch.
You can’t have your cake and drink it, too.
You can’t let your booze come between me and you.
Got to get yourself up on your own two feet.
You’ve got to make yourself a choice: is it the bottle or me?
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8. |
Slow Road Down
02:59
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Can’t seem to write no more songs.
Just some muddled up words and I can’t hum along.
The chords I’m playing sound exceedingly wrong.
Can’t seem to write no more songs.
Can’t seem to play no more blues.
Got nothin’ left now, so there’s not much to lose.
I’d keep on tryin’, but I can’t see much use.
Can’t seem to play no more blues.
Oh, say a prayer for me: I can’t get turned around.
Oh, there’s no hope for me.
I’m just the devil’s clown on a slow road down.
Can’t seem to love anymore.
Can we go back to how we used to before.
How can you live with one who always keeps score?
Can’t seem to love anymore.
Can’t talk to people I meet.
I hear the jeers from shadows in the street.
“You ain’t no real man,” the ladder guy speaks.
Can’t talk to people I meet.
Can’t even pretend that I care.
What do you have that’s so important to share?
Are you still talkin’? I’ll just smile and stare.
I can’t pretend that I care.
Oh, say a prayer for me: I can’t get turned around.
Oh, there’s no hope for me.
I’m just the devil’s clown on a slow road down.
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9. |
Elegy for a Nation
04:12
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The angels laugh as the eagle weeps.
Ten thousand lies planted while your children sleep.
And we believed the endless stream of shit that filled our weakened minds.
The funeral choir sings farewell to the promised land.
I hope I’m dead and gone before the shit can hit the fan.
And as the casket’s lowered the ground,there’s no mourners left to find.
And the apples we devour are all rotten to the core,
And as we turn our backs on Eden, we hear the keeper lock the door.
Why’d we ever leave this garden?
Things were simpler before.
In God we trust no more.
Face the facts, friend: you held the axe.
A nation ripped apart, there’ll be no turning back.
And we watched the towers crumble as our founding fathers cried.
Who holds the gun now? Which one’s the sinner?
When the dust is settled, who’s declared the winner?
And we all stood ‘round and gawked and stared as though our hands were tied.
And the enemy on the distant shore is no match for the one within,
As newsmen help the politicians wipe the semen from their chins,
And the fabric that once made us great is tattered and is torn,
And the eagle flies no more.
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Dave Minda Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Hi! I'm Dave Minda, a guitarist, singer, and songwriter from the Pittsburgh area. I do solo acoustic and electric shows, and I perform a variety of rock, blues, jazz, and acoustic songs along with my original music. I also do freelance guitar work with various bands and play for local musicals. And I'm also a church organist! I hope you enjoy my music! Peace, love, and good mojo to you! ... more
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