RUNAWAY AMERICAN KIDS - PART TWO

by Tropical Punk

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WRITTEN & PRODUCED BY JACK JEAN & THE JEANS
PERFORMED BY TROPICAL PUNK
PRESENTED BY DENIM RECORDS
PHOTOGRAPHS BY JOHHNY JEAN
RELEASED SEPTEMBER 13, 2012

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released 13 September 2012

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Track Name: Coyote Blues
I watched the rain come from the West
and I held my hands above my head,
waiting for the clouds to turn,
or the sun to burn a little hole.
Suddenly, the storm was through,
chased away the afternoon dew.
Now, I may bite off more than I can chew
but I do what I want and if I want I'll give the rest to you.

Late at night, I sit alone
and drink my throat away,
listen to the crickets sing their melodies,
sing along until I am in another world,
waiting for my girl.

And I'll be
Shouting at the moon,
shaking like a fool,
howling out them Coyote Blues,
Coyote Blues,
Coyote Blues.

I used to think the world
could be tied up on a string,
but recently I've found myself
dangling
and when the cold wind blows
I won't hide my tail
or gamble off my heart to pay my bills.

No, I'll be
shouting at the moon,
shaking like a fool,
howling out them Coyote Blues,
Coyote Blues,
Coyote Blues.
Track Name: A Better Place
I'm goin' to church, baby, la la la
I'm goin' to find my way
I don't care what you say, I'm goin' anyway
and I'm goin' to find my way
I don't care what you say,

I'm going to find it, yeah I'm goin' to find it
I am going to find A Better Place
I'm goin' to choose it, I ain't goin' to lose it
'Cause I ain't getting through it any other way
I don't care what you say.

My daddy told me, when I was young,
Son, always try to live a life of love.
But I found out, that path ain't straight,
You can't forget about the wrongs you've done.
Well, I ain't askin' forgiveness,
Please don't wash my sins away.
I want to wear them, on my forehead,
so that the world can understand my pain.
And I am going to celebrate.