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The Home Stretch `Loudon Wainwright III`

If the day off doesn`t get you Then the bad reviewer does At least you`ve been a has been And not just a never was And you know it`s not a mountain But no mole hill is this big And you promise to quit

The Man Who Couldn'T Cry `Loudon Wainwright III`

There once was a man who just couldn't cry He hadn't cried for years & for years Napalmed babies & the movie 'Love Story', For

The Man Who Couldn't Cry (Album Version) `Loudon Wainwright III`

There once was a man who just couldn't cry He hadn't cried for years and for years Napalmed babies and the movie love story For instance could not produce tears As a child he had cried as all children

Between `Loudon Wainwright III`

Between the forest and the ocean lies a lonely strand The ocean is your mother, and the forest Fatherland.

Little Ship `Loudon Wainwright III`

Our relationship Is just a little ship That's out on a stormy sea We barely keep afloat In our leaky boat But still I'm hoping That you'll dote on me When we first set sail We thought we'd never fail The

East Indian Princess (Album Version) `Loudon Wainwright III`

that other life beat And reading magazines, she sits in straightbacked chairs She's got a common welfare, she's got a queen that cares She's got meat on her bones, she doesn't starve at least Not like the

B Side (Album Version) `Loudon Wainwright III`

as silk It's milk and honey, without milk I work with flowers, it's my work From this, there's no way that I can shirk No-no-no-no-no, there is no complex philosophy It's just because I'm a bee Unlike the

Men `Loudon Wainwright III`

When a ship is sinking and they lower the lifeboats And hand out the life jackets, the men keep on their coats The women and the children are the ones who must go first And the men who try to save their

The Doctor `Loudon Wainwright III`

I went to the doctor and the doctor said Son you look older than me and I'm 71 You're falling apart and not living right I went to the doctor and the doctor said Loud, you've got to stop hanging out With

Down Drinking at the Bar `Loudon Wainwright III`

Well, I call you up on the phone: nobody's at home. Then I do my usual thing: I let the telephone ring and ring and ring. I'm standing at a phone booth, coping with the ugly truth.

Pretty Good Day `Loudon Wainwright III`

I slept through the night, I got through to the dawn I flipped a switch and the light went on I got out of bed and I put some clothes on Oh, it's a pretty good day so far I turned the tap, there was cold

Thanksgiving `Loudon Wainwright III`

Lord every year we gather here To eat around this table Give us the strength to stomach as much As fast as we are able Bless this food to our use Though?

New Paint `Loudon Wainwright III`

At the station you can meet her With that smile you couldn?t cheat her A woman that kind is hard to find It?

I Can'T Stand Myself `Loudon Wainwright III`

There must be some kind of waitress I could lure under my mattress If I ply her with chitchat and wine How's about a rich heiress Or a nice massage therapist I could use some hands-on treatment all of the

Grown Man `Loudon Wainwright III`

He's a saint on Sunday, he's a bum on Monday; The rest of the week he's just crazy.

Talking New Bob Dylan `Loudon Wainwright III`

Well, it musta been about '62 I heard you on record, you were brand new And some had some doubts about the way you sang But the truth came through and loudly it rang Yeah, you were hipper than Mitch Miller

Career Moves `Loudon Wainwright III`

So here am I doing all that I can do You're paying, I'm playing, I'm grateful to you Indoors and outdoors, at home and abroad I sing these songs and you people applaud.

The Picture `Loudon Wainwright III`

There are pictures on the piano, pictures of the family, Mostly my kids but there's an old Picture of you and me.

The World `Loudon Wainwright III`

Oh the world is a terrible place Look at the look on your face It says it all This world's appalling And we ache for outer space 'Cause the world is a terrible place And the world is a crappy old hole

The Untitled `Loudon Wainwright III`

your life, I'm gonna get you back I'm tired of being stuck up on your shelf Might not wait around, Might kill myself Not only would you miss me, you'd feel guilty to Oh I'd be dead but it'd be too late the

Dead Skunk `Loudon Wainwright III`

Crossin` the highway late last night He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right He didn`t see the station wagon car The skunk got squashed and there you are You got yer Dead skunk in the middle

The End Has Begun `Loudon Wainwright III`

We walk in your footsteps Though I've had my ups and downs And I'll stand in the silence Until I figure it out One might fall and the other will stand And one might give where the other won't bend The

Rufus Is A Tit Man `Loudon Wainwright III`

Rufus is a tI' man Suckin' on hI' mamma's gland Suckin' on the nipple It's a sweeter than the ripple wine. Yes its sweeter than the wine.

The Acid Song `Loudon Wainwright III`

Five of us dropped in the girls' room, Psycadilisized insane quintet.

Over The Hill `Loudon Wainwright III`

Once you were a young man, But now you are old - you're over the hill. And you can't cross the palm of time's hand With silver and gold to make him stand still.

The Shit Song `Loudon Wainwright III`

When I run into friends of mine I haven`t seen in years They give me the once over then their eyes well up with tears Then they pronounce me looking great I haven`t changed a bit I flash `em back a feeble

Suddenly It's Christmas `Loudon Wainwright III`

There's lights and tinsel in the window They're stocking up the shelves. Santa's slaving at the North Pole In his sweatshop full of elves.

Underwear `Loudon Wainwright III`

You know when I know just how much I care When I'm carefully folding your clean underwear I see it's all worth it though sometimes it sure hurts Putting back in the bureau drawer all my t-shirts I find

Christmas Morning `Loudon Wainwright III`

Well the banks & the schools & the post office are closed You can park where you please and you won't get towed The streets are empty & the stores are finally closed It's Christmas morning He got a tie

Breakfast In Bed `Loudon Wainwright III`

Well I wake up in the morning And I can't get out of bed You're lying in there with me We stay put instead I grind the beans, squeeze the juice And butter up the toast That takes about an hour Ninety minutes