1. |
Wake You Up
03:50
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Embers in the ash and daylight’s dyin’
Bourbon in a glass like a gun in my hand
The sun is sinkin’ fast but smoke is risin’
Tonight I’m gonna wake you up
Everyone’s sleepin’
Drive you around this one light town
Everyone’s leavin’
As soon as the money comes in
The pills run out, or Daddy quits drinkin’
One of these days, one of these nights
Mama’s still concerned I ain’t found Jesus
But he and I got different terms and conditions get worse
She says I’ll never learn, and she got damn good reason
Tonight I’m gonna wake you up
Everyone’s sleepin’
Drive you around this one light town
Everyone’s leavin’
As soon as the money comes in
The pills run out, or Daddy quits drinkin’
One of these days, one of these nights
How long till it wears us out?
Runnin’ circles around we go
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2. |
Starling
03:28
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In the evenings of summer
The old tree-lined homestead
Is bathed in a cool indigo
The low pines cast shadows
That cut through the tall grass
And creep up the pale gravel road
There’s a certain kind of light
And a leavin’ look in your eye
Don’t you come back till you get what you wanted
Just let your tears say goodbye
You learned how to live
In a dusty old barroom
Where the bottle wouldn’t leave you alone
And the old men collapsin’
That grab for your satin
They’re leavin’, but they ain’t goin’ home
Baby, I suppose
I fell into you
And pushed till I turned you to stone
Maybe just afraid
We took too far
A road that would leave us alone
When all of our yesterdays
Are time that was given
And time that was already gone
There’s a certain kind of light
And a leavin’ look in your eye
Don’t you come back till you get what you wanted
Just let your tears say goodbye
I see the young starling
In the cold dead of winter
And she knows but to fly and to sing
By the chimney she’s silent
In the lee of the north wind
And buries herself in her wings
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3. |
The Straw Theif's Way
05:11
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There’s a little house
It’s down by the freeway
I listen to your bootheels
Cross the paver stones
The chimney’s down
And the windows rotten
It don’t matter anyhow
No one calls it home
My hollow words
Just couldn’t reach you
They hung out on the morning air
Turned to lonesome sighs
Reckless hearts
Will try and break you
Wake you when the evening comes
Leave you in the light
You’re like a fire that loved the rain
And I put you out
I know this ain’t no kind of life
I know you can’t be satisfied
I wanna lay with you in the Straw Thief’s way
And tell you I’m not angry girl, I understand
It ain’t no one could be your man
Wasted time
Will you ever return?
All your added minutes would
Give another life
I see the dark
Down the edge of daylight
Just tryin’ to hold on
His little patch of sky
You’re like a fire that loved the rain
And I put you out
I know this ain’t no kind of life
I know you can’t be satisfied
I wanna lay with you in the Straw Thief’s way
And tell you I’m not angry girl, I understand
It ain’t no one could be your man
Comin’ down tonight
Under a million stars that die
Drowning in the light
Still a-dancin’ in your eyes
You’re like a fire that loved the rain
And I put you out
I know this ain’t no kind of life
I know you can’t be satisfied
I wanna lay with you in the Straw Thief’s way
And tell you I’m not angry girl, I understand
It ain’t no one could be your man
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4. |
Angelene
04:33
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Don’t waste your breath on me
Just rest your crooked tongue
Do you really think that you’ve got what it takes
To change me
Way down in your lungs
I don’t know what you see
When your lonely eyes deceive you
But honey I don’t want to get dragged through your bed
Again
Without seein’ it too
We fight like Hell’s above us
Every time I try to come back home
I’ll burn my pride and pictures of
Angelene
And leave her alone
Don’t waste your breath on me
Just rest your crooked tongue
Do you really think that you’ve got what it takes
To change me
Way down in your lungs
We fight like Hell’s above us
Everytime I try to come back home
I’ll burn my pride and pictures of
Angelene
And leave her alone
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Twenty-to-one, that’s long odds to run
For a lifelong horse trainer
And an old stableman
On a mare they called Sweet Kiss
That never has won
It’s the old steeplechase, come on son
Frank Hayes was born near a speck on the map
Raised with the grace
And the courage you lack
The sweat of his brow
Has broken his back
But he finally waits at the start line
The horses broke hard at the sound of the gun
And Sweet Kiss was five back
By turn number one
So Frank he just eased up
And took in the sun
And he looked to the stands for his mother
Down in the backstretch he passed from this life
In the afternoon shadows
Enjoying the ride
But Sweet Kiss she pulled just
Ahead at the wire
And Frank Hayes was still in the saddle
Twenty-to-one, that’s long odds to run
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6. |
Porch Cat
05:28
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The last cigarette
Has already burned
You’re lookin’ your age, my friend
But what have you learned?
I’ll settle in
Now that you’re gone
And await your return
‘Cause you come back
You come back
When it rains
I’ve always wondered
Just how far you roam
When the freedom to leave
Is all that you own
You run these streets at night
And you give what you get
And you take what you’re owed
And you come back
You come back
When it rains
There’s nothin’ to show
For keepin’ you down someplace
You don’t belong
When I already know
Hell, nothin’ so wild stays too long
The clouds rollin’ in
And the wind’s pickin’ up
I shouldn’t be a-callin’ your name
Should be callin’ your bluff
But if you wander by tonight
You’ll find that my screen door’s
Just open enough
If you come back
If you come back
When it rains
If you come back
Always come back
When it rains
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7. |
Franklin County Nights
03:40
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I should prob’ly get to drinkin’
Or make my way back home
Just head out east ‘cross Ohio
Sinkin’ like a stone
But I left those hills behind me
When I wandered in to town
Those city lights burned brighter then
So much colder now
You gotta know the shape I’m in
You hang on the arm of a lesser man
Too late to say I’m sorry now
Truth be told I never am
I never am
And we just weren’t much for sleepin’
On those Franklin County nights
That apartment lit like kindlin’
Under the fire in your eye
We were drownin’ in Black Label
To forget our old sweet past
And we put on “Bonfire In A Dixie Cup”
And laid out in the grass
You gotta know the shape I’m in
You hang on the arm of a lesser man
Too late to say I’m sorry now
Truth be told I never am
I never am
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The prettiest girl of all time
She’s a-layin’ in her room
Blowin’ smoke rings at her ceiling fan
Just like we used to do
And she’s cleaned up all the trash
Dumped out all my wine
Thrown out those Fellini films
That wasted all her time
And she never wants to see me again
And well I don’t guess that she ever will
She was holdin’ out, waitin’ to begin
The prettiest girl, my friends, of all time
Well she wasn’t always proud
But she’d never ask to borrow
And how she made her way sometimes
No, she don’t talk about
And I can’t forget the day
That she walked down Messer’s Run
With a gold key for the city and
A new man on her arm
And I never want to see her again
And well I don’t guess that I ever will
I was holdin’ on, waitin’ to begin
The prettiest girl, my friends, of all time
She don’t need a reason why
She’ll cut you and she’ll cry
Bound to all the roadblocks in your mind
The prettiest girl of all time
Well she came down with a fever
Not long enough to say goodbye
But long enough to pass
And so we gathered all her friends
And we scattered her ashes
From a southern hill out on the breeze
Where her thoughts used to play
And she never wants to see me again
And well I don’t guess that she ever will
We were holdin’ out, waitin’ to begin
The prettiest girl, my friends, of all time
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9. |
West Virginia Hitchhiker
03:54
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The switchback roads got me movin’ slow again
And I’ve been drivin’ since the mornin’ lost its shade
Our summer nights, well they fell to autumn rain
It makes you wonder how anything can stay
Don’t let the wind tell you which way to go
‘Cause tonight it’s blowin’ cold
Look around, said is this the way you want it baby?
I hear you singin’ nice and slow
You said you work all night and you sleep around al day
But you’re only livin’ for the bottle that you earn
Does it burn like the feeling of the sands
Through your fingers, that’s never to return?
Don’t let the wind tell you which way to go
‘Cause tonight it’s blowin’ cold
Look around, said is this the way you want it baby?
I hear you singin’ nice and slow
Late in the night you asked if we were friends
And I don’t think so, but sometimes it’s hard to know
I missed a turn in the blackness and the rain
But I will take you as far as you wanna go
Don’t let the wind tell you which way to go
‘Cause tonight it’s blowin’ cold
Look around, said is this the way you want it baby?
I hear you singin’ nice and slow
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10. |
This Part Of Town
03:31
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Hold your memories
‘Cause nothin’ will replace ‘em
Like a meadow in the breeze
Or the towns we were escapin’
Folks like you and me
We land here when we’re runnin’
The floor is cold but rent is cheap
And the cupboard’s full of nothin’
And I know you just wanna fix up babe
Talk about somethin’ else
But I just want to take you down
No I don’t care too much, anymore, for this part of town
There’s garbage in the streets
And the window blinds are broken
Faded like your jeans
And the words that we have spoken
Like you were to me
You knew the clouds meant somethin’
Strange you couldn’t see
The storms and they were comin’
And I know you just wanna fix up babe
Talk about somethin’ else
But I just want to take you down
No I don’t care too much, anymore, for this part of town
I told you I would leave
Without no hesitation
A man can find a ride
Any day to western stations
And I won’t start a fight
That I lost long ago
Darlin’ you were right
But I ain’t livin’ here alone
And I know you just wanna fix up babe
Talk about somethin’ else
But I just wanna tear you down
No I don’t care too much, anymore, for this part of town
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