1. |
That Just Ain't Right
02:57
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Running home, like a fool
Now there’s another man with you
I’ve been away, well that is true
You have gone and turned the screw
I won’t fight, or get uptight
But to say I did you wrong, that just ain’t right
Don’t you try, to justify
I don’t need to hear those little lies
I’ll just say, I understand
You won’t have to see this broken man
I know you’re bound, to come around
Just to see my poor heart in the ground
I won’t beg, or try to plea
Your new happiness don’t bother me
I can’t cry, for what is lost
I’m out on the street where I’ve been tossed
I’ve seen the light, I’m gone tonight
But to say I did you wrong, that just ain’t right
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2. |
Old Post Road
03:20
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Touched down early on a summer night
Followed them arrows as the building lights
Rose over the horizon like a thousand stars
The crowded I-90 and a lane of cars
Oh Oh I’m coming home
Can’t wait to feel the rumble of the Old Post Road
Took the first exit and drove through town
The streets they hummed with the windows down
A half moon settled in the far north sky
The breezes that were blowing smelled like July
Oh Oh I’m coming home
Can’t wait to feel the rumble of the Old Post Road
Headed down a couple of tight switch backs
Past broken down porches near the railroad tracks
The smell of cut lumber from the paper mill
I’ll be leaving it behind me at the top of the hill
Oh Oh I’m coming home
Can’t wait to feel the rumble of the Old Post Road
Pulled over to the shoulder and cut the gas
Like a long haul trucker on a mountain pass
Cause something unfamiliar rattled my bones
The skeleton frames of a hundred new homes
Oh Oh I’m coming home
But they blocked up the middle of the Old Post Road
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3. |
Rilla Mae
03:21
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i heard you were a dreamer, child
you didn't have a plan
i heard you were a drifter
looking for a place to land
how could you have known
you were just babe
that all those tears you cried
would take decades to fade
oh, rilla mae
won't you come out to play
your ma & pa are okay
don't throw your love away
oh, rilla mae
your baby's face is dirty
and he's playing by the tracks
it's not your fault you were forgotten
everybody turned their backs
if only someone loved you
the way you needed from the start
if only someone knew how
to protect your little heart
on the banks of a muddy river
in a car going too fast
you came to meet your maker
still you echo in my past
it's alright to be a wanderer
anybody can get lost
sometimes i think i know you
though our paths have never crossed
so let me take your little hand
don't you see that we're alright
you know darkness begets darkness
so step out into the light, step out
oh, rilla mae
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4. |
Dead In A Hole
03:07
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mississippi tights and camel toes
lookin like a sausage and you're stuffed into hose
dirty mind I got a dirty nose
falling into focus and can't let go
pissing in the alley but you gotta get back in line
canadian tux canadian ehs
hitting on the board between the ayes and the nays
and there's a medium gain
for a maximum toll
failing at feeling you're my ace in the hole
scrawling on the margins but you've gotta get back in line
colonial minds, colonial nose
napoleon complexion uncomfortable pose
ignorance reigns, ignoring just rolls
failing into focus and I can't let go
collar-stained lipstick and wouldn't you know
I got nine-hundred fingers and ninety-six toes
swearing at the circus chanting no no no
but I'm
not gonna stop until you're dead in a hole
not gonna stop until you're dead in a hole
not gonna stop until you're dead in a hole
not gonna stop until you
sign on that line
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5. |
You're Right On Time
03:42
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Keep this old train rolling
This poor heart needs holding
Pull me along these rails into my baby's arms
I'm a long lost fool
For her baby blues
Few hundred miles of track standing in my way
I got you on my mind
As I roll on past these pines
I've been running so long
And baby you're just right on time
This old heart’s been towed
Along a dark dusty road
Just thinking of her and I’ll go off the rails
Small towns fly on by
The old fields have gone dry
Take me all the way ’til the end of the line
I want to get off this wreck
And put her arms round my neck
I've been running so long
And baby you're just right on time
Hey hey mister please
Don’t wanna shoot the breeze
She waiting for me now and I can hardly think
Soon the sun will set
And I belong out west
Running with the girl who led me all this way
I want to get off this train
And be in your arms again
I've been running so long
And baby you're just right on time
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6. |
Whiskey Woman
03:45
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so i was thinkin'
though i've been drinkin'
and it's three in the mornin'
that i'd really like to see you tonight
so i was hopin'
though i've been smokin'
i could call up your phone
and you'd come and lay down in my bed
a whiskey woman
gets lonesome too
sometimes johnnie and jameson
just won't do
they'll get you good and tight
but they won't keep you warm at night
so come on over
though i ain't sober
and i'll pour you a drink
c'mon baby you know what i mean
(chorus)
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7. |
Rainy, Hell
04:12
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handmade details of the night
you let your tales coincide
the mourning robe I made myself
reminds my sickness of my health
a rainy hell of compromise
punches through the stitches in my sides
it may be long before I writhe
down to the dunes where we spent the night
with many sided denizens of hate
and the crowded halls just wait
ineffective memory of the dawn
your cobwebbed headache lingered on
every detail from the night before
the vaguest glimpse of something more
it could all come back someday just wait
many-sided denizens of hate
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8. |
Stockton
02:41
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There ain’t nothing but a one lane road
Nothing else in this town
Just a mountain in the distance
It’s the only thing that brings that blazin' sun down
My daddy told me about the crossroads
Used to tell me when I was young
That the only time he made it out
Was when that Army recruiter tried to hunt him down
Cause I’m tired of living
With one hand out and the other in my pocket
And the serviceman said
It’s a hundred miles to Stockton
Met a fellow in San Fran
Used to go to my High School
Now he’s dealing in the city
Nothing else for a poor boy to do
Cause I’m tired of living
With one hand out and the other in my pocket
And the serviceman said
It’s a hundred miles to Stockton
There ain’t nothing to the East side
There ain’t nothing to the South
So I’m taking my pickup truck
Better hope that engine just don’t give out
Cause I’m tired of living
With one hand out and the other in my pocket
And the serviceman said
It’s a hundred miles to Stockton
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9. |
Back In The Hollow
02:55
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Back in the hollow on the shady grove,
Over the hills on a backwoods road.
Going back to where I'm from,
To find a place where I can strum.
A mandos ringin out in the air,
I'm a long way from home and nobody cares.
Oh well…
Back in the hollow off the country hills,
I'm going back up baby to get my thrills.
Life ain't easy living like you please,
If it ain't going right then roll with me.
Fire's on the mountain all night long,
I'm going back up baby to sing my song.
So long...
Back in the hollow I'm flying high,
The sweet water's flowin just let it ride.
Sing til your throat is good and raw,
Then bring it on home to Havre de Grace
I'll live it up baby til the day I die,
Then fly off the top of a mountain side.
Alright...
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10. |
In The End
02:12
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sitting in the starlight
on a south nevada strip
watching stupid trucks go ‘round the bend
i knew i could do better washed out in the pogonip
i knew that i’d get ripped off in the end
in the end, in the end and then
there’s always something better in the end
in the end
there’s always something just beyond the end
if the stars were diamonds
i could pawn them all for gas
and if i had a car i’d drive away
down in some crossroads i could try to sell my soul
out here they get a million every day
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11. |
Nobody's Darling
07:34
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she don't wanna wear your ring
she just wanna sing
she don't wanna be your baby
ain't even sayin' maybe
if you wanna see me
better bring the whiskey
but i'll warn you from the start
don't try and tame a wild heart
because she's nobody's darling
she don't care
about the money you're making
or the clothes you wear
i can tell that you're faking
by your empty stare
buddy you ain't fooling
she ain't nobody's darling
she don't want no fancy car
they never got her very far
and those jewels that you've been flaunting
you know, they're only good for pawning
if you wanna make plans
then meet me down in graceland
but i'll warn you from the start
don't try and tame a wild heart
(chorus)
she don't need no silver spoon
she only need the moon
you won't find her in the bars
she's underneath the stars
the last time that i saw him
was on a muddy road in austin
so let me warn you from the start
don't try and tame a wild heart
(chorus)
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12. |
Abilene
05:02
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The bright lights of the city
Sometimes they cast their glow
On my home town of Abilene
When we put on a show
But I was never once prepared
Nor since the truth be told
For anything as wonderful
At a twilight rodeo
And it was not the men that rode
That night my heart she stole
We never danced in the moonlight
But the stars that shine down on this town don’t know
We never danced in the moonlight
But I caught you at the Midnight Rodeo
As quickly as you fell to me
You broke then for the stands
Hopped the one way barricade
Grabbed hold of your man
And I took my last applause that night
And sank into my van
Drove that lonely road back to
My own apartment land
But still drifting through my head
From the rafters to my bed
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