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  1. Three Matches

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A gentle reminder to just bite the bullet and pay for that connecting flight.

Written by Mike Shaver

Lyrics

Don't want to learn my lesson. Can't seem to pay attention, standing at the meeting of two roads. Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks.

Yesterday morning this was a great idea, because who doesn't want to shed it all? But as the sun rolls down, I have my regrets: me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes.
When the day began it was all so easy. I bought a ticket for the greyhound and ended up in Grande Prairie. Pulled my hat down over my eyes, wait and see what's next: me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes.

Don't want to learn my lesson. Can't seem to pay attention, standing at the meeting of two roads. Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks.

Mother moon, sail so high. Can we make peace, and will you be my guide? When my head falls down to rest: me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes.
We all must lie in the bed we we've made, and this old highway will know my name. Tap the plastic, get a key and then undress: me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes. Me and a mattress and a night I'd soon forget.

Don't want to learn my lesson. Can't seem to pay attention, standing at the meeting of two roads. Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks.