Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero
I’m goin’ off
I’m goin’ off the rails
I’m goin’ off
I’m goin’ off the rails
Not gonna lie
The pressure’s real high
I’m goin’ off
I’m goin’ off the rails (Goin’ off the rails)
I’m goin’ off
I’m goin’ off the rails (Goin’ off the rails)
I got to move, (Got to move)
I got to groove (Got to groove)
I’m goin’ off
I’m goin’ off the rails (Goin’ off the rails)
I’m goin’ off
I’m goin’ off the rails (Goin’ off the rails)
Not gonna last
I’m movin’ too damn fast
I’m goin off (I’m goin’ off)
I’m goin off the rails (Goin’ off the rails)
I’m goin off (I’m goin’ off)
I’m goin off the rails (Goin’ off the rails)
Day or night, (Night or day) rain or shine (Shine or rain)
Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero
Walkin’ home one cloudy day
My dog just up and ran away
Walkin’ home one cloudy day
My dog just up and ran away
Dug a hole under the fence
Had no idea where he went
Looked all round, up and down
Drove every road all over town
Looked all round, up and down
Drove every road all over town
Didn’t see or hear a thing
Just knew what trouble that would bring
Chicken man don’t shoot my dog
Put away that gun
Chicken man don’t shoot my dog
He only ate one
Chicken man don’t shoot my dog
Well maybe he had two
Chicken man don’t shoot my dog
One got away and flew
Chicken man don’t shoot my dog
I swear he’ll stop at three
Don’t shoot my dog
Go on and shoot me
Ya see my dog likes to eat big chickens
The kind ya fry for finger lickin’
Ya see my dog likes to eat big chickens
The kind ya fry for finger lickin’
That’s how it goes what can I say
Chicken man sent me a big ole bill to pay
Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero
Old Man Tiggett drove a mean quarter mile
Burned up rubber and won with style
Smokin’ the bleach and droppin’ the clutch
That jacked up pony packed a powerful punch
Pedal to the metal when that tree turns green
That dude hit speeds that were so obscene
Haven’t seen him in a long, long while
Never forget his big ol’ smile
Only after he crossed that finish line
He’d crack a beer and drink his wine
Pedal to the metal when that tree turns green
That dude was a nasty, a nasty speed machine
Go Tiggit go, you in the groove
Go Tigget go, show em how you move
Got Tigget go, you know what to do
Go Tigget go, you a real shoe
Real racers, live life to the max
Party hard and that’s a fact
When they’re in the groove, they can really move
They always got something, something to prove
Pedal to the metal when that tree turns green
When ya got the bug, there ain’t no vaccine
Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero
Now son, I’m gonna tell ya a story
You sit right down here and lend me your ear for a spell, G’on now, just like that
It’s not a story my daddy or my granddaddy told me, uh, uh
It’s a story a nice old man told me, a long time ago
Ya see, this nice old man used to sit outside a little old package store when I was real young just like you
What’s a package store you say? Well, you might know it as a liquor store, a spirit shoppe. You get the idea.
That’s what we call ‘em up by where I’m from. A package store. Where ya buy beer, wine, hard alcohol. Smokes, too.
Now this old man stopped me one summer night and just like I’m tellin’ you now, he said, son, you sit right down here for a spell so I can tell you a story. And this is what he said.
It’s a long hard road
When you drink to survive
It’s a long hard road
When you're barely alive
Ya keep comin’ back
Night after night
It’s a long hard road
‘fore ya, see the light
Take my word
It’ll tear ya right down
Take my word
Spin ya, round and a round
Ya swear just one more
When ya, drink that last drop
Take my word
Ya just know ya can’t stop
Help me Lord
Help me Lord
Save me Jesus
Save my soul
Mother Mary
Mother Mary Grace
Save my Soul
Save me from this place
Day gonna come
When it’s, all said and done
Day gonna come
When it, just ain’t no fun
Ya throw in the towel
And walk, right out that door
Day gonna come
But for now pour one more
Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero
You dress like trash, like a lady of the night
Walkin’ down the street, stoppin’ traffic like a hot red light
Momma done warned me don’t buy what she sells
Momma done warned me your life ‘ill be hell
What did I know
Momma sure was right
Ya ain’t got no friends, always startin’ fights
like a junkyard dog, ya bark and bite
Momma done warned me don’t buy what she sells
Momma done warned me your life ‘ill be hell
What did I know
Momma sure was right
Back off woman, go away
Not much else for me to say
Get away, away from me
Time to go just let me be
Close the door, throw away the key
Ya just don’t care, that the money’s tight
Try and keep ya from spendin’ try with all my might
Momma done warned me don’t buy what she sells
Momma done warned me your life ‘ill be hell
What did I know
Momma sure was right
Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero
Walkin’ like your dead
Nothin’ in your head
Eyes cold as glass
Rolling in the cash
Ya junkin’, junkin’, junkin’ way down and funkin’ up
Leather pulled so tight
Drinkin’ every night
Crossin’ every lane
Got to be insane
Ya junkin’, junkin’, junkin’ way down and funkin’ up
Junkin’
Junkin’ left and right
Funkin’
Funkin’ day and night
Watch me now
Watch me then
Watch me comin’ round the bend
Ya junkin’ , junkin’, junkin’ way down and funkin’ up
Sand in your shoes
That’s the life ya choose
Hair white as snow
Almost time to go
Ya junkin’, junkin’, junkin’ way down and funkin’ up
Junkin’
Junkin’ left and right
Funkin’
Funkin’ day and night
Watch me now
Watch me then
Watch me comin’ round the bend
Junkin’
Junkin’ left and right
Funkin’
Funkin’ day and night
Watch me now
Watch me then
Watch me comin’ round the bend
Ya junkin’ , junkin’, junkin’ way down and funkin’ up
Ya junkin’ , junkin’, junkin’ way down and funkin’ up
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