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Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot of Sad – Bono & Edge

August 17, 2008

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
You think I’m no good, well I know I’ve been bad.
Took you to a place, now you can’t get back.
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.

Walked together down a dead end street.
We were mixing the bitter with the sweet.
Don’t try to figure out what we might of had.
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad.

I’m just a singer, some say a sinner.
Rolling the dice, not always a winner.
You say I’ve been lucky, well, hell I’ve made my own.
Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone.

Under pressure, but not bent out of shape.
Surrounded, we always found an escape.
Drove me to drink, but hey that’s not all bad.
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.

Guess I’ve been greedy, all of my life.
Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife.
Greedy for the good things as well as the bad.
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.

Maybe it’s just talk, saloon singing.
The chairs are all stacked, the swinger’s stopped swinging.
You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself.
Then after you did it, you came crying for my help.

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.
I’m not complaining, baby I’m glad.
You call it a compromise, well what’s that?
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad.

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Don’t Take Your Guns To Town – Johnny Cash

August 17, 2008

A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out

Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town

He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Joe’s a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn’t shoot without a cause
I’d gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away

Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town

He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mothers words

Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town

Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered ’round
And wondered at his final words

Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town