End of America

I get a lot of emails from my buddy Don
Pictures of hot females with no panties on
They stand behind the screen and scream let's get it on
I close the office door, and then I write this song
End of America

Living in the country is the way I roll
I bought a funky farm house that I heat with coal
It's got a hardwood floor and plaster walls
It's got a claw foot tub and alcohol

I miss you

Do you miss me too?

What a thing to say, it's so cliche

Don't listen to

Me anymore

Break the phone

I'll fight this war alone

At the end of America

Feels like the end of America

They say the meek shall inherit the earth 

I guess I'm cursed

I've got a lot of damn pride

And my heart hurts

End of America

Seven years ago I wasn't half this sad

Seven years from now it might be twice this bad

Washington, D.C. might look like Leningrad

Carbondale might look a lot like Baghdad

I love you
Do you love me, too?
What a thing to say, it's so insane
Don't listen to
Me anymore
Smash the glass
I'm gonna tell my buddy Don to kiss my ass
Like it's the end of America
Feels like the end of America
It's not the end of the world
It's just the end of America

I say we change our names
Take a trip to Northern Maine
See a moose, free a goose
Give thanks
End of America
End of America
Feels like the end of the world
End of America

Go Easy on Me Boss (My Heart is Breakin')

Go easy on my boss, my heart is breakin’
The woman that I’m lovin’ has been taken
The foundation of our union has been shaken
To my sad surprise it seems I’ve been forsaken

The foreman, he gets paid to make things happen
But why’s he have to wake me when I’m nappin’
‘Cause I ain’t worth a damn when I awaken
Go easy on me boss, my heart is breakin’…

Chorus:
Time is money, so I’ve heard it spoken
But money won’t hold back these tears I’m chokin’

Well I tried to cook a meal and burnt the bacon
I tried to frame a wall but it’s misshapen
I tried to call her bluff but she ain’t fakin’
Go easy on me boss, my heart is breakin’

Chorus 2:
Time is money, yes I’ve heard it spoken
But money don’t mean nothin’ when a poor boy’s heart gets broken

Well I tried to cook a meal and burnt the bacon
I punched the wall and now my hand is achin’
She said she’d stick around but was mistaken
Go easy on me boss… my heart is breakin’

Laborer

My great grandfather was a young slave-driver
In a small diamond mine in South Africa
He arrived from Norway on a big wooden ship
And he worked for two long years with a gun and a whip.
Yes, he worked in the mines afraid and ashamed
And then he moved to North Dakota with the tokens he attained
And he put a diamond ring on my great grandmother's hand
That was stolen from the labor of an African

I am a laborer, I am a laborer
I work hard for the money, I work hard

Now the ring was passed down all the way to my Pa
Who traded it in for a hammer and a saw

I am a laborer, I am a laborer like him
I will work hard, I will work hard, I will work hard
l wake up early, about five-thirty
And I work hard, I work hard, I work hard

Now the basic tragedy of a racist legacy
Is a racisty destiny, but now there is a remedy

We can be laborers, we must be laborers
We will work hard, we will fight hard, we will work hard (x2)

White Line Highway

She’s a country girl, she likes cocaine
Helps her hide the shame
She misses her daddy ‘cause her daddy’s long gone
And that’s where I come in

I’m a country boy, I travel around
I drive my truck from town to town
I rock and I roll all across the land
I’m a country boy in a hip-hop band
A-huh, a-huh huh, huh huhhhh

Country girl she tends bar
Lives off tips and Master Card
I was on the stage, playin’ guitar
And the crowd was dancin’
The crowd was dancin’

I like the women and I like to flirt
I like country girls in their mini-skirts
So I played my songs and no one got hurt
Until about 2:30
Until about 2:30

The crowd was thick, so were the fish flies
The Mississippi River was on the rise
The beer was brown so I closed my eyes
And sang my final number
It went a little somethin’ like this:

Have you heard of the sexy man
Who puts you to sleep with the magic sand
He travels around in a magic van
And makes your dreams so slippery

Well country girl got the point
Handed me a jar filled with dollars and coins
The crowd was gone so we smoked a joint
And did a little cocaine
We did a little cocaine
Just a little cocaine

Country girl likes cocaine
Helps her hide the shame
She misses her daddy ‘cause her daddy’s long gone
And that’s where I come in
Yeah, that’s where I come in