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She's Out Of Sight
02:18
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I think it’s a word But I’m sitting here.
A common dictionary Soaking in beer.
“A light” she asked no One in particular
Right then I knew I’d never get sick of her.
Stunned like a deer by the color in her eyes
I thought to myself “self you just met your wife”.
And I’m ready to die, if you’re ready to age well.
But she never asked me so I didn’t tell her.
She’s got a great laugh A special way to say my name.
Mountains of energy, sweet step in game
Long may she run. She’s always. Burns bright.
She’s in my heart. She’s out of sight.
She’s in my heart. She’s out of sight.
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Cowboys And Indians
03:42
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From the window of this small plane
I can see a herd of caribou
Migrating towards the sun
I’m coming home to you
He let them chase him for nearly twenty years
I let them chase me for all of twenty years
From the window of this small plane
I can see the town never grew
And as the plane touches down
I’m getting closer to you
He’s wondering if it was her fault or his
I’m wondering if it was your fault or mine
Find me a turtle shell
Fill it with your medicine
I want to hear the stories
In my language one more time
From the window of this small plane
I see snaking river skins
And lakes full of dead hikers
Drowning cowboys and Indians
That’s where I want to spend my final days
That’s where I want to spend my final days
From the window of this small plane
I wonder do you look the same
Are your arms still beautiful and long?
Will they keep me safe and warm?
As you had done so long ago
Find me a turtle shell
Fill it with your medicine
I want to hear the stories
In my language one more time
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3. |
Finger Tips
04:02
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Finger tips feel numb
I’m not going to make it
Finger prints are dumb
I think you could fake it
Want it smoothly done
I don’t want no injuries, I,
wanna rob this bank
So we could be free
My finger tips are shot
From a bullet you forgot
Finger tips are dropped
Could you bend and pick them up
Sealed with a thread
Needle with a thread
Maybe you could sew them on
I was in a dream
I think you might’ve seen it
I’was pulled in by a net
Sitting by a cigarette
A London man said
“Don’t you forget your way”
Said “I’m not lost,
I don’t have to be there today”
Man’s woman said
We have a schedule conflict
Think you better
Get ready with your rocket
Flying to the moon
You’re going to get there soon
And when you come down
You can always look me up
So I’m gonna go
I'll think about you often
Running through the snow
Faster than autumn flows I’m
Looking in your eyes
Thinking you’re a priceless prize
I’m aiming for the skies
I’m aiming for the skies
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Circling Your Town
03:11
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Get your car, driving car. Car Driver won’t
You take me down. I want to go Driver.
Can you take me to the next town?
I hear there’s some people there and
They’re getting down
All my mind I know, all my mind
Is filled with dirty thoughts and dirty dots
Then I circle around I’m circling your town
But where did you go? The next stop is your town
But I heard that you’re not going to be down there tonight
So I’m gonna wait there by the state line all night
Oh mister can you wonder whether they could show me how they got there, do you know where.
I don’t know if she’s coming back.
Luck is going to be on your side
Don’t wait don’t wait don’t wait
Can you hold on one second while I tie these shoes
I want to walk around with you
Hesitant, hesitant, I hesitate, I hesitate. I’m never going to be
Ever going to be this true and if I never walked through
That restaurant door then I would’ve never seen
The prettiness you carry under your wrap
And I’m waiting to see it
Again.
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Strummed Out
02:07
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Hey little banjo you look down
I’m gonna sing you a little song
First I got to ask what did they do?
You don’t sound like you oughta to
Hey little banjo come on cheer up
I’m gonna take you to a fiddling cup
A fiddling cup fiddling cup
What would you do at a fiddling cup?
I guess I didn’t realize that you don’t have no place there
Hey little banjo don’t get down
There’s a drum away across town
Away a cross town away cross town
At the drum jam you’ll get down
You can’t go across town you don’t have a drum sound
Hey little banjo let’s make haste
Or were gonna miss the contest for the bass
a bass contest, a bass contest
you got 4 strings but they ain’t the best
you don’t sound low enough I guess you ain’t that tough
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6. |
Workin' Man Blues
05:24
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i covered this song for my father and a man called joe kirkland. may they both be resting easy on the low down.
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They Done The Shrug
02:22
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Her voice is falling off his register
Our hearts are filled with guns
His mind no longer has any interest in her
In love without a car
The interesting this is how aware
He is that you’re standing there
Hey yea yea Hey yea yea
The length of your arms is so attractive to him
Arms that long to twist
Under that moon and wearing that dress
you got him wondering
Wondering sweet that smell
Tomorrows always come and tomorrows always know
Everybody likes to make good time on the road
Hey yea yea Hey yea yea
Without a first move made
They’ll remain stranger than friends
Stray but I don't mind
“I’ve been here before” we’ve all said
In the beginning, In the end
Arms too long for legs
Everybody’s got his or her favorite story
Or something to say instead of just being sorry
Hey yea yea Hey yea yea
She’s waiting for the words for him to say
Would you like to dance?
Bent but not alarmed
He’s lost in his thoughts, he’s never been
In such a circumstance
Stranger things have missed
He can’t believe she’d say yes
She thinks “I can’t believe I wore this dress” X 2
So it turns out or so I’ve heard that they never had words.
They went their separate ways and on their separate days
Hey yea yea They stare at their phones Hey yea yea
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8. |
Goodbye Drink
04:38
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I’m worried about strokes heart attacks the bright side of dying
I’m out with my limbs I’m listening to Jim
Wondering why I’m crying
When I was a kid I never dreamt of drinking myself brave every night
But here I am in this rut pouring blood on my gut
You know I never knew I wasn’t trying
A bottle of wine the wasting of time I’d rather sleep
My back’s in a knot I’m packing these thoughts under my knees
Of why muscles twitch and which colors blend
The courtesy and static am I enthusiastic
Just you hold on I’m might be on the mend
I’m passing out smiles to idle horses trained to run courses
“these are the nights!” I wanted to say but they’ve all passed on
This is my lesson please, please don’t you sing along
So stack up the words and stockpile that which hurts
The things you’ll need for dreaming when the rivers stop streaming
When the bear wakes from sleeping I’ll show you my belongings
The stories from Olders and photographs of suntanned shoulders
I brought breads that melt all over your tongue
Sands from Superior, it’s lake Superior apply to your paintings tonight
The Chinese paper suit you fill with your old selves for the fire
You burn and watch like you’re attending your own pyre
I feel so small digesting the whole world tonight
I feel so small ingesting your whole words tonight
I thought you brought me yards of sweet silks and furniture
A sleek roman bathtub with Italian made fixtures
Wherein the water could be a mixture of us
We’re in the water is a mixture of us
But enough about me let’s argue about you
The tango the waltz and the alphabet blues
Let’s extrapolate hope, cope, wrestle and fanagle
I’m ready to die if you’re ready to age well
I’m ready to die if you’re ready to age well
I’m ready to die if you’re ready to age well
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