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Poor Man
03:32
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He’s an asphalt man just like his daddy
Ten hour days of rolling tar buys a double wide
Down an old dirt road outside the city
On the edge of a muddy creek and the county line
Oh Maggie, keep an eye on the water line
The car won’t start and the money never comes in on time
Oh Maggie, keep an eye on the water line
I feel it moving
They’ve got a baby on the way but his wife still feels empty
Says it’s hard to feel pretty when their always counting dimes
He sits up nights in the kitchen in the dark when it’s raining
He can’t sleep for the sound pounding in his mind
Oh Maggie, keep an eye on the water line
The car won’t start and the money never comes in on time
Oh Maggie, keep an eye on the water line
I feel it moving
I’m not a bad man, I’m a poor man
I’m not a bad man, I’m a poor man
I’m not a bad man, I’m a poor man sinking
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Long Gone Now
03:27
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Sometimes I make love to other women
While thinking about you
And I listen to their talking
Like a TV on in the other room
I dreamed a house in Amarillo
Where the nights don’t cool off
Two chairs and a radio
You and me smoking on the porch
But that’s long gone now
I left your photograph with my pride
In a bar on the upper east side across the tracks
In San Antonio
You used to make me go to church
Every Sunday in the evening
Say that God was for men like me
Who swore they didn’t need him
And now all this sin I don’t believe in
Is heavy on my back
I wish you were here to tie my tie
Make me sing and clap
But that’s long gone now
I left your photograph with my pride
In a bar on the upper east side across the tracks
In San Antonio
That’s long gone now
That’s long gone now
That’s long gone
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Golden Thread
03:53
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Two boys riding in a pickup truck
Watching the world roll away from us
Wind so loud you had to shout above it
Smiling because we couldn’t get enough of it
Lay me down and sing to me again
Shut my eyes with a song that will never end
Write it on my mind with that golden thread
There’s somethings you don’t forget
Looking at you from across the bedroom
Naked as the day that the good lord made you
Standing like a dream in the morning sun
You can take me now lord I’ve had a good run
Lay me down and sing to me again
Shut my eyes with a song that will never end
Write it on my mind with that golden thread
There’s somethings you don’t forget
Teach me how to shut my mouth, shut my mouth
Teach me how to shut my mouth, shut my mouth
A newborn baby in an old man’s hands
The daddy of a daddy made young again
The unknown roads and turns in the dark
Are no match for the drum of a beating heart
Lay me down and sing to me again
Shut my eyes with a song that will never end
Write it on my mind with that golden thread
There’s somethings you don’t forget
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Billy Burroughs
03:55
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I remember where I was when I first read
William Burroughs shot his lover dead
Put a highball glass on top of her head
And missed
And I wonder if he knew it right then
Or if it took a while to sink in
That he would never come back again
Not from this
Baby sit still and close your eyes
It’s only the price of a good time
Baby sit still and close your eyes
It’s only the price of a good time
Of a good time
Well I heard he hopped a boat to the east
Looking for that opium release
And hiding from the final scene
With his next fix
All Jack’s horses and Ginsberg’s men
Couldn’t put him back together again
He was broken by the weight of his sin
And his pen
Baby sit still and close your eyes
It’s only the price of a good time
Baby sit still and close your eyes
It’s only the price of a good time
Of a good time
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5. |
Sad Blue Eyes
04:40
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He grew up in a house in the valley
With a daddy who was one long cigarette
And his momma walked out on a Friday night
With a man that she’d just met
He liked walking the blacktop streets in the rain
In the dark when the city was dead
The machine gone asleep he could hear himself think
And he liked what he saw in his head
Her sad blue eyes
Her sad blue eyes
He found work at the yard picking apart cars
Out on Springfield and Lariat
He likes a girl with scars on her arms
It proves she ain’t seen what she wants to yet
With her sad blue eyes
Don’t you see it boy
Everything’s a circle in this town
And the best you give can fix
What cannot be found
Behind her sad blue eyes
Behind her sad blue eyes
Behind her sad blue eyes
He put his head to the stone working all day long
Saving up those dollars and dimes
He’s got his eye on a ring at the Oakwood Mall
And he likes how the diamond shines
There’s a quarter acre lot with a trailer on the spot
If he can work a deal out on time
And they park across the street where they dream and they drink
And he says I’m gonna make you mine
And your sad blue eyes
Don’t you see it boy
Everything’s a circle in this town
And the best you give can fix
What cannot be found
Behind her sad blue eyes
Behind her sad blue eyes
Behind her sad blue eyes
When they’re naked at night she whispers to him
I know you can make it alright
But the damage moves in like a ghost from within
And a storm grows behind her sad blue eyes
When they’re naked night she whispers to him
I know you can make it alright
But the damage moves in like a ghost from within
And a storm grows behind her sad blue eyes
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6. |
October Dark
03:48
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Caroline buys a ticket for the last train
Out of Baltimore in the October dark
Smokes a cigarette and throws the pack away
So her daughter would never know
That she smokes
That she smokes
That she smokes
Fifteen years in and out of prison
halfway homes are only halfway home
Christmas cards telling momma what she’s missing
Made her soft and then it made it hard
Made it hard
Made it hard
Made it hard
How do I say it outloud?
The ghosts that were holding me down
Oh I’ve finally tired them out
Yeah I’ve tired them out
She watches her momma from the station
dragging her bags of shame and desperation
A little girl in the shape of an old woman
Just a child who doesn’t know where she’s going
Where she’s going
Where she’s going
Where she’s going
Fifteen years of being angry in the dark
Disappeared with the beating of her heart
Holding on to how you’ve been wronged
Leaves no room for moving on
Moving on
Moving on
Moving on
How do I say it outloud?
The ghosts that were holding me down
Oh I’ve finally tired them out
Yeah I’ve tired them out
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7. |
Time Away
02:24
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Everything is at a distance
That’s how it feels tonight
Everything needs fixing
And I can’t get it right
I tried writing a letter
Didn’t know what to say
Didn’t know how to say it
So I threw it away
I know that time away is money in the bank
But I would give it all to hear you whispering my name
I’m coming home babe, I’m coming home
I’m coming home babe, I’m coming home
Wish I could see myself slipping
I’m tired of climbing out
Wish I could hold on to something
Other than right now
This hotel room is a prison
The tv is a salesman
But I don’t want to buy nothin’
‘Less it gets me back to you
I know that time away is money in the bank
But I would give it all to hear you whispering my name
I’m coming home babe, I’m coming home
I’m coming home babe, I’m coming home
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8. |
Thrift Store Dress
03:29
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I’ve got that far away sadness behind my eyes again
And I know you can see it, you can always look right in
I try to hold a smile as we roll on for miles
Playing songs for strangers in towns that aren’t ours
Let that old time music burn a hole in my chest
Burn a hole in my chest
See you laying in the grass in that thrift store dress
In that thrift store dress
Now I never know I’m leaving all the places I want to stay
Until I realize the feeling that I love has gone away
And it makes me want to have children, build a house that can’t be moved
Still I’m thankful in my wandering that I’m wandering with you
Let that old time music burn a hole in my chest
Burn a hole in my chest
See you laying in the grass in that thrift store dress
In that thrift store dress
It’s a design as pure as any that a woman makes a man
Better than he is when he’s trying to understand
The world from an island he built of lonesome dreams
At night you sing to parts of me that I haven’t ever seen
Let that old time music burn a hole in my chest
Burn a hole in my chest
See you laying in the grass in that thrift store dress
In that thrift store dress
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Surprise, AZ
03:38
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Mother do you see what's about to happen
I'm gonna turn us around
And we'll be gone
Put your arms up dear
And we'll keep the casket open
When they take us back to Oklahoma
Where we belong
Surprise, Arizona
Put us out of our sweet misery
I'm 34 you were 21
He told me once that he knew
When he first saw you
But were you happy then
I'd like to know
I think about him still
When I see you alone
Surprise, Arizona
Put us out of our sweet misery
And you know about me at only 23
You saw her come and go
As I went through everything I had
But mother did you see
What was gonna happen
She let me down so far
I never quite made it back
Surprise, Arizona
Put us out of our sweet misery
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Share with me scriptures and help me to know
It’s easier to sink than to rise
The black and white bullets that fly from my mouth
Are hand-picked tired old lines
My shoes have worn through from this walking around
It’s time to stand still and fight
Even the loudest of words will not make a sound
Compared to the sound of what’s right
I saw a man on the news tonight
Crying for his child in the war
He looked at the camera and asked with his eyes
Do we know what we’re marching toward
In the halls and the courts the dead kings cry out
Power is a slow turning wheel
Oh it came around for us and it’ll come around for you
It only gives what it can then steal
And the high headed men who built the engine that runs
Are cold and dead in the ground
What they built when they lived when they died was undone
Except for what’s holding us down
I saw a man on the news tonight
Crying for his child in the war
He looked at the camera and asked with his eyes
Do we know what we’re marching toward
Now choose to believe in that silver tongue dream
Or try to rightly see
That the strings you feel at the end of the day
Are the same strings pulling on me
And if the truth can be beaten and tied to a chair
And made to say whatever we want
Then the words that we serve are nothing but ours
And our god is not god after all
I saw a man on the news tonight
Crying for his child in the war
He looked at the camera and asked with his eyes
Do we know what we’re marching toward
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11. |
Hand on a Gun
04:02
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I didn’t want to believe
That there was such a thing
As a truly evil man
I like to go to sleep
Believing that we all can be redeemed
The devil is in the details
Doesn’t ring true for me
He is sunbathing on the shore
I’ve seen him on the TV
I’ve seen him shaking his fists
And he doesn’t need my money
But he’ll take all of it, yeah he take all of it
And he’ll never be happy
Still he grins in the sun
He’s heavy and cold and real
As your hand on a gun
As your hand on a gun
Tell me now what does it mean
That I’ve seen what I have seen
And still don’t change, change a thing
Is it enough to be angry
Or do I have to do something
To draw a line between
The devil and me
I’ve seen him on the TV
I’ve seen him shaking his fists
And he doesn’t need my money
But he’ll take all of it, yeah he take all of it
And he’ll never be happy
Still he grins in the sun
He’s heavy and cold and real
As your hand on a gun
As your hand on a gun
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12. |
One Go Around
04:04
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Climb on the roof in the evening
Stare out at the city
Hear the sound of the trains
And dream about leaving
Ask God all the hardest questions
Like why make evil to begin with
If anyone would know it should be Him
It should be Him
I don’t know a lot
But I think we only get one go around
I don’t know a lot
But I think we only get one go around
Here
Go out on the weekend
Ask all the pretty girls to dance
Feel your heart beating
In your chest
Cut down a tree to build a cabin
Dig through the rocks to find a diamond
Work your hands till their bleeding
Then go and rest
I don’t know a lot
But I think we only get one go around
I don’t know a lot
But I think we only get one go around
Here
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