Story Behind The Song

This is the beginning to an idea for a song that is maybe half way written, at best.. its just the general gist in the informal, a short lived, 'I love you' in-passing, affair of the heart. and heartless. just one more in a series of scratch tracks to nowhere. So I guess it's maybe easiest to simply call it by name... It's another sputter rusted engine, derailed... Somewhere out along the tracks of scratchy visions and cloudy dismembered ideas - It's the dying idea.. its the rotten flesh of my dreams. " Its 2 JOBS TOO MANY " (UNFINISHED, MOST LIKELY FOREVER) So Do enjoy. - Crawford

Song Description

This is the beginning to an idea for a song that is maybe half way written, at best.. its just the general gist in the informal, a short lived, 'I love you' in-passing, affair of the heart. and heartless. just one more in a series of scratch tracks to nowhere. So I guess it's maybe easiest to simply call it by name... It's another sputter rusted engine, derailed... Somewhere out along the tracks of scratchy visions and cloudy dismembered ideas - It's the dying idea.. its the rotten flesh of my dreams. " Its 2 JOBS TOO MANY " (UNFINISHED, MOST LIKELY FOREVER) So Do enjoy. - Crawford

Lyrics

2 JOBS TOO MANY
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Well I drove all the way from Amarillo to Arlington
Couldn't find a motel cheap enough to stay
So I kept pushing on till I hit Bossier City
And slept it off at a rest stop along the highway

*CHORUS:
Well you gotta whole lot of nerve,
Telling me that I deserve,
To be heartbroken and consumed by hurt,
And love isn't easy it takes a whole lot of work,
Loving you and the oilfield makes two jobs,
But only one of them pays.
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*** ( PLEASE, MAY IT BE NOTED, THAT ALL THE FOLLOWING VERSES FROM HERE ON ARE 'THROWAWAY VERSES. OR IN OTHER WORDS, FAILED ATTEMPTS AT LYRIC WRITING. I AM SORRY. BUT FEEL FREE TO SKIM THROUGH THEM IF YOU WISH. - CH )

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Well I've been out there working 12 hour shifts and I know it means little to you
And I don't get to be home sometimes for 3 months straight
But you're happy until you run out of money or booze
But I can't give you what I aint got and you spend it faster than it's made

And I miss my children - I miss waking up in my bed
Sometimes a man just needs to be home a few days
Sometimes a man just has to get out of his head,
And take a break from the world he knows and he hates
Before it's too late and he winds up dead
And he slaves his own damn way into the grave

Well I drove all the way from Amarillo to Arlington
Couldn't find a motel cheap enough to stay
So I kept pushing on till I hit Bossier City
And slept it off at a rest stop along the highway

*CHORUS:
Well you gotta whole lot of nerve,
Telling me that I deserve,
To be heartbroken and consumed by hurt,
And love isn't easy it takes a whole lot of work,
Loving you and the oilfield makes two jobs,
But only one of them pays.


*CHORUS:
Well you gotta whole lot of nerve,
Telling me that I deserve,
To be heartbroken and consumed by hurt,
And love isn't easy it takes a whole lot of work,
Loving you and the oilfield makes two jobs,
But only one of them pays.













Now woman - I never met in all my days
Someone who had it so good and as you have it here
But it's never good enough and I don't know why
I kill myself just so you can live out such a miserable life dear

Now if you want to whine well you got to earn your place
Otherwise love your man or leave and go make your own way
And there's no reason you don't have a day job any-damn-how
It'd be good for you to know how it feels doing something you hate

Well the only promise I can honestly make
Is that no matter what job you find it won't be worth twice what it pays
So woman, there's just no alternative way
To support those you love when you must provide them a place













Well it takes money in the bank to see that there's food on their plates
And four walls and a roof to make damn sure they're safe
And it takes hard work and travelling - long hours and heart ache
Takes the sweat from your brow and the age lines carved into your face

Or did you think it was easier than that just to pay to keep you drunk all day?




Well I drove all the way from Amarillo to Arlington
Couldn't find a motel cheap enough to stay
So I kept pushing on till I hit Bossier City
And slept it off at a rest stop along the highway

*CHORUS:
Well you gotta whole lot of nerve,
Telling me that I deserve,
To be heartbroken and consumed by hurt,
And love isn't easy it takes a whole lot of work,
Loving you and the oilfield makes two jobs,
But only one of them pays.


*CHORUS:
Well you gotta whole lot of nerve,
Telling me that I deserve,
To be heartbroken and consumed by hurt,
And love isn't easy it takes a whole lot of work,
Loving you and the oilfield makes two jobs,
But only one of them pays.

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