1.Oui
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Oui, oui
Oui, oui
Well, I give up all my sculpturing
'Cause my life had gone all sad
I went to work down at the factory
It weren't art but it weren't bad
So they put me on the assembly line
Puttin' plastic leaves on the plastic palms
Then they shipped them off the Los Angeles
It weren't art but it weren't wrong
Yeah, some say it's pathetic
When you give up your aesthetic for a blue collar job in the
factory
But all that exhibiting is just too damn inhibiting
For a beer drinking, regular guy like me
Oui, oui
Oui, oui, me
2.My Amigo
Lyricist：Terry Allen
I need money, I need love
I need a Cadillac to give me a shove
And get me out of this up-tight
Midnight into some lime-light again
Yeah, 'cause I know my ego
Ain't my amigo anymore
An' I need whiskey, I need style
I need a job to make it worthwhile
And to get me out of this up-tight
Midnight into some lime-light again
Yeah, 'cause I know my ego
Ain't my amigo anymore
Yeah, 'cause I know my ego
Ain't my amigo anymore
3.New Delhi Freight Train
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Yeah, some people think that I must be crazy
But my real name is just Jesse James
An I left them half crocked hard knocks of black rock county
Just to ride on that New Delhi Train
Riding on that New Delhi Freight Train
Riding down that New Delhi Line
Riding on that New Delhi Freight Train
Yeah, I left my love behind
Yeah, I left my love behind
And I'm just a country boy without angels
Yeah, just a country boy without gold
An I been to silver cities load of rainbows
Where I pillaged and I killed and I stole
Riding on that New Delhi Freight Train
Riding down that New Delhi Line
Riding on that New Delhi Freight Train
Yeah, I left my life behind
Yeah, I left my life behind
Yeah, I killed him with one of my guns
And I knew I had did what I had not ought to
But I welcomed the run from what I'd done
Riding on that New Delhi Freight Train
Riding down that New Delhi Line
Riding on that New Delhi Freight Train
Yeah, I left my guns behind
Yeah, I left my guns behind
Riding on that New Delhi Freight Train
Riding down that New Delhi Line
Riding on that New Delhi Freight Train
Yeah, I left my guns behind
Yeah, I left my guns behind
4.Highplains Jamboree
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Ahh, she was a honky tonker
An' he was a family man
An' she showed him her gold teeth
When he'd hold her little hand
An' they met out on the highway
At the Paradise Motel Lounge
On Saturday nights when things weren't right
Between him an his wife in town
An' they're just another couple
On a Highplains Jamboree
Playing out them sad songs they understand
Yeah, just another couple
Makin' jukebox memories
An' walking into trouble hand in hand
Well she weren't no maid of cotton
An' he weren't no hell-of-a-man
But they must have loved each other
Like only the lonely can
'Cause they slow-danced through the neons
Like sorrow through a song
Then they carried the tune to the motel room
An' they played it all night long
An' they're just another couple
On a Highplains Jamboree
Playing out them sad songs they understand
Yeah, just another couple
Makin' jukebox memories
An' walking into trouble hand in hand
I said walking into trouble hand in hand
5.FFA
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Yeah, he never done too good when he's in high school
Ah, he never even talked to a popular girl
Yeah, he just hung around, down at the drive-in
Honkin' on his horn and drinkin' Pearl, beer
But he's a future farmer of America
Yeah, 'Blue Jacket' pride of the FFA
And he's the future father of some president
Who'll be another pain in the ass for the U S of A
He'll be another pain in the ass for the U S of A
6.I Just Left Myself
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Well, I just left myself today
Hell, I couldn't wait to get away
There's still a smear across the mirror
That I have been but it won't reflect on me again
'Cause I just left myself today
Yeah, I just packed me up and went away
I didn't float, I didn't fly, I did not transcend
No, I just walked out on me again, again
7.Cocktails for Three
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Cocktails for three
Oh, it's gettin' to me
Yeah, passin' afternoons
Sittin' in these cocktail rooms
Yeah, from nine to five, I'm in the pink
'Cause after work we go for a drink
But he shows up every time just as I clink
Your daiquiri to mine, ohh
Cocktails for three
It's not natural to me
Hey, not for me and you
Should be cocktails for two
Just sittin' here with that fellow and you
Tryin hard to act mellow when I'm blue
Ahhh whoo-whoo
Cocktails for three
It's too kinky for me
Best let it go and be done
Just stick to cocktails for one
Now he's just another lonely business man
Sittin' in a lonely business land
His story is on every jukebox
And his life like his drinkin' is on the rocks
Yeah, his life like his drinkin' is on the rocks
8.Beautiful Waitress
Lyricist：Kenny Loggins, Dean Pitchford
Well it's not silly
When she brings you your chili
To grab a cracker
And distract her with a crunch
A cracker crunch
'Cause you'll only see her once
Only this one time at lunch
And she might as well see you too
Ah it's the last time, you're passing through
And it's not rude
When she takes away your food
To touch her fingers
And let them linger awhile with your loneliness
A cracker crunch
'Cause you'll only touch her once
Only this one time at lunch
And she might as well touch you too
Ah it's the last time, you're passing through
Yes, it's not strange
When she brings you your change
To bend down and kiss her
And whisper you'll miss her forever
A cracker crunch
'Cause you'll only love her once
Only this one time at lunch
And she might as well love you too
Ah it's the last time, you're passing through
A waitress asked me what I did
I told her I tried to make art
She asked me if I made any money
I said, â½No I have to teach to do thatâ
She asked me what I taught and where
I told her, she told me, she liked art
But that she couldn't draw a straight line
I told her if she could reach for something
And pick it up she could draw a line
That was straight enough
She said, she weren't interested in that kind of drawing
But always liked horses, I said 'I did too'
But they're hard to draw, she said,â½Yes, that was very trueâ
Said she could do the body okay, but never get the head
Tail or legs, I told her she was drawing sausages, not horses
She said no, they were horses
9.Truckload of Art
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Once upon a time, sometime ago
Back on the East coast in New York City, to be exact
A bunch of artists and painters and sculptors and musicians
And poets and writers and dancers and architects
All started feeling real superior to their ego counterparts
Out on the West Coast
So they all got together and decided
They would show those snotty surfer upstarts
A thing or two about the Big Apple
And they hired themselves a truck
It was a big, spanking new white-shiny chrome-plated cab-over
Peterbilt with mud flaps, stereo, TV, AM and FM radio
Leather seats and a Naugahyde sleeper
All fresh with new American Flag decals and 'ART ARK'
Printed on the side of the door with solid twenty-four karat
gold leaf type
And they filled up this truck with the most significant piles
And influential heaps of art work to ever be assembled in modern
times
And it sent it West
To chide, cajole, humble and humiliate the Golden Bear
And this is the true story of that truck
Hail, a truckload of art from New York City
Came rollin' down the road
Oh, the driver was singing and the sunset was pretty
But the truck turned over and she rolled off the road
Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning near the highway
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground
And it's a terrible sight if a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around
Yeah, the driver went sailing high in the sky
Landing in the gold lap of the Lord
Who smiled and then said, 'Son, you're better off dead
Than haulin' a truckload full of hot avant-garde'
Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning near the highway
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground
And it's a terrible sight if a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around
Yes, an important artwork was thrown burning to the ground
Tragically landing in the weeds
And the smoke could be seen, ah, for miles all around
Yeah, but nobody knows what it means
Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning near the highway
And a tough job for the highway patrol
Ah, they'll soon see the smoke an' come runnin' to poke
Then dig a deep ditch and throw the arts in a hole
Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning near the highway
And it's raging far out of control
And what the critics have cheered is now shattered and queered
And their noble reviews have been stewed on the road
Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning near the highway
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground
A terrible sight if a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around
10.Blue Asian Reds
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Yeah, she got them red eyes
Ah, from doin' the red pills
And she says it's for the high times
Yeah, she says it's for thrills
So she done reds, with her coffee
With her Pepsis and her gin
And she says it really does her out fine
But it's just doin' her in
You see she lost her soldier boy
Over in Nam
And she found out a year ago Wednesday
When after work she come home
And she read his latest letter
That said never again would he leave her alone
And besides it all the telegrams
That said he was gone
Oh, she cried and she cried
Yeah, for nearly a year
Then I guess she just lost the will to live
Like she lost that soldier so dear
'Cause she just traded in all that sadness
And all of her fears
For a bottle marked heartache
Full of little red tears
Yeah, she got them red eyes
Ah, from doin' the red pills
And she says it's for the high times
Yeah, she says it's for thrills
So she done reds, with her coffee
With her Pepsis and her gin
And she said it really did her out fine
I guess it did, 'cause it's just did her in
11.Girl Who Danced Oklahoma
Lyricist：Allen Terry
Yeah, she tried to live on the inside
And get a house and make a home
And she tried to give and be satisfied
Livin' close to the bone
But as time, it passed by
It all closed in
And she craved for the wild
On the outsides again
Yeah, she tried to be what he wanted her to be
And she tried to do what he wanted her to do
But her honky tonk mind
Just couldn't find a way through to his plans
So she broke for the wild
On the outsides again
And ten years later in Southern California
Well, he met her at a party for a painter
She was naked and sittin' in this chair that come from France
So he asked her if she'd mind talkin' to a stranger
She just rolled her crazy eyes, started to dance
O K L A H O M A
Outside Oklahoma
Okay, L.A.
12.Amarillo Highway
Lyricist：Terry Allen
I'm a high straight in Plainview
Side bet in Idalou and a fresh deck in New Deal
Yeah, some call me high hand an' some call me low hand
But I'm holdin' what I am, the wheel
'Cause I'm pan handlin', man handlin'
Post holin', high rollin', dust bowlin' daddy
And I ain't got no blood veins
I just got them four lanes of hard Amarillo Highway
Yeah, I don't wear no Stetson but I'm willin' to bet son
That I'm a big a Texan as you are
'Cause there's a girl in her bare feet sleep on the back seat
And that trunk is full of Pearl and Lone Star
'Cause I'm pan handlin', man handlin'
Post holin', high rollin', dust bowlin' daddy
And I ain't got no blood veins
I just got them four lanes of hard Amarillo Highway
So gonna hop outta bed, pop a pill in my head
Yeah, bust the hub for the golden spread under blue skies
Gonna stuff my hide behind some power glide
An get some southern fried back in my eyes
'Cause I'm pan handlin', man handlin'
Post holin', high rollin', dust bowlin' daddy
And close I'll ever get to heaven is makin' speed up ol' 87
Of that hard ass Amarillo Highway
13.Pink and Black Song
Lyricist：Terry Allen
Well, I drove down to the drive-in and then I drove in
I asked that carhop for a coke and said, â½Let's go for a
little spinâ
She said, â½I'm losin' you boy, losin' youâ
Somewhere between them burgers and the malt
I said, â½If you won't pass your pepper, sugar
Then I don't want none of your saltâ, and I drove off
Yeah, I drove down to the main drag smack in the middle of town
Turned on the radio and let the leatherette top down
I was cruisin' out across Broadway draggin' the down Main
And just then the DJ on the radio said
'Pink and Black she's comin' back again'
And I drove in
And when I turned up that radio this is what I heard
If you ever need somebody to love you
If you ever need somebody to care
Stick your finger up in the air
And baby, I'll be there
'Cause Pink and Black is comin' back, Pink and Black is comin'
back
Pink and Black is comin' back and Pink and Black is comin' back
Pink and Black is comin' back, is comin' back for you and me
And if you ever need to boogie-woogie
And if you ever need to dirty bob bop
Well baby, don't stop
'Cause I'll be dancin' there too
And if you ever need some brown penny-loafers
If you ever need some bobby-sox
Well baby, don't leave the hop
Just stay on top and bop like we did in school
We both be cool
'Cause Pink and Black is comin' back, Pink and Black is comin'
back
'Cause Pink and Black is comin' back, Pink and Black is comin'
back
And Pink and Black is comin' back, is comin' back for you and me
So come with me to 1953
We'll bring back all of our used-to-be, yeah
Pink and Black she's comin' back for you and me
14.The Collector (And The Art Mob)
Lyricist：Terry Allen
His lonely is only
A blank space in my hallway
On the wall way between the hanging
Of paintings of lonely that ain't lonely at all
Hey, the Art Mob's out tonight
Hey, the Art Mob's out tonight
Ahh, you better look good, you better act right
'Cause the Art Mob's out tonight
Hey, the Art Mob's out tonight
Hey, the Art Mob's out tonight
Ahh, you better look good, you better act right
'Cause the Art Mob's out tonight
15.Lubbock Woman
Lyricist：Terry Allen
She's sittin' in the front room just watchin' the TV
Paintin her nails red in black negligee
She just teased up her new wig and painted her eyelids blue
Yeah, she's out to win but she's destined to lose
Too much rouge, too much booze
Too many movie magazines
Too many high-tones makin' fun of her
And the way she lives
Too many low-lifes makin' her promises
They'll never give
But she's a diamond in the wilderness
A sweetheart of the West
Yeah, she ain't so good lookin'
But she can make love with the best
'Cause she's forty, an' lonely
An' raw, an' raunchy
An' has a good heart
Yeah, she has a good heart
Yeah, she has a good heart
Yeah, she has a good heart
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16.The Thirty Years Waltz (for Jo Harvey)
17.The Great Joe Bob (A Regional Tragedy)
18.The Pink And Black Song
19.Rendezvous USA
20.The Wolfman Of Del Rio
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