1. |
Warm Again
02:54
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My friends, I’ve been
living meek.
Spent my time at
hide & seek.
Boarding, building
my façade.
Been so long
since I found God.
Warm again, I’m warm again.
If I linger, push me in
to shelter from the
rain and wind.
I’m safe until
I fall again.
Hopeless, awful
when I’m weak.
So low, it gets
hard to sleep.
Cold and lonesome,
far from home.
Why I’m wilted,
I don’t know.
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2. |
On the Road
02:54
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Rollin’ down the interstate
to a show in another place,
my eyes lookin’ like they’re tired of my face:
bloodshot and evidently cold.
Pull up to a little shack,
Park the van out around the back.
Main Street in a town I never heard of,
full of folks that never heard of me,
but they’ll know before I leave.
Small towns in East Kentucky
or in the mountains of Tennessee.
Ain’t no better way to travel.
West Virginia needs some company.
Indiana, you don’t know me,
and I guess you ain’t been told.
I aim to try and make you dance tonight.
I aim to try and make you all a little less cold.
When the show’s over, wrap it up.
Ain’t no roadies to haul my stuff.
Oh-no, another sleepin’-in-the-van night.
That’s alright, I’m thankful it ain’t cold.
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3. |
Spidery Bite
03:27
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She spins her web in the rain.
I guess it needs reinforcing,
‘cause the drops cause a strain,
like a noose when ya hang.
She is kind to her prey.
They are comfortably sedated.
In her kind and cruel ways,
she is kind to her prey.
Then the floods come down.
Back to work she goes,
against her old nemesis
in the draining hole.
Lest her back’s turned
against the cold of the night.
Then her only hold
is in a spidery bite.
She wants to know where it goes.
I don’t guess that I can blame her.
From the spout to the hole,
she wants to know where it goes.
And then the spider is the prey.
She takes her place in the cycle.
Some day the sun will dry the rain.
‘Til then, the spider is the prey.
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4. |
Crow Hollers Never
03:07
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About 20 years ago,
while I was fallin’ down,
I fell into the bottom,
and I found my way around.
What’s behind the door?
I’m just a stranger to this place.
I looked into the mirror,
and I didn’t like my face.
I thought I’d seen the dark before,
and that I liked the taste.
The crow hollers nevermore,
and now I’m craving grace.
Everything I prayed about,
or dreamed of in the night,
I’ve slowly built a wall around
this vanity of mine.
Don’t hide it under a bushel,
nah, but I won’t let it shine.
It’s smothered, cold, and blown about:
this fragile light of mine.
I thought I’d seen the dark before,
and that I liked the taste.
‘Twas just a shadow on the floor,
the moonlight on my face.
What’s behind the door?
I’m still a stranger in this place,
and though I’m wiser than before,
my ignorance is great.
Been beat up, bruised, and scarred,
and I’m still foolish in my ways.
I look into the mirror now,
and I can look away.
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5. |
Lonely Bones
03:07
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Go on little boy with your hauntin’,
and do what you want.
I hear your voice in the four winds blowin’
or in the words of a song.
Look for me where the sun is setting,
somewhere over the hill.
Come to me when your soul is shinin’,
and do what you will.
I don’t need you,
but I want you still.
You don’t need me,
but you love how I feel.
I like crossing water,
be it muddy or clear.
And I like dancin’ to music
that other folks can’t hear.
I’m still lookin’ for you, babe,
with all my lonely bones.
If you never find me,
you’ll be happy alone.
Are you still lookin’ for me, babe,
somewhere far from home?
If I never find you,
I’ll be happy alone.
I don’t need you,
but I want you still.
You don’t need me,
but you love how I feel.
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6. |
Ace's Doo-wop
02:38
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There’s a girl out there
somewhere
lookin’ for me.
Bet she’s glowing
and overflowing
with electricity.
And if I ever meet her,
I’ll tell her my secrets,
and take ‘er to my
favorite places.
But ‘til then, I’m a man,
and I’ll take what I can,
and I’ll never be sorry.
I’ll never be sorry.
Every moment is
the point of no return.
Every time I light a fire
I get burned.
Well, you can’t rock ‘n’ roll
with your head in a hole.
I thought that you knew it,
or you ought’ve known it.
Now, I understand
why I can’t be a man,
but I’ll never be sorry.
I’ll never be sorry.
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7. |
Dish Towel
02:21
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I’ve been killed before.
I’ve had to leave this world.
Had death a knockin’ at my door.
Then he came on in.
And I felt beautiful.
Nine kinds of wonderful.
The answers are all within my soul.
And I am not afraid.
I can take the pain,
‘cause I am not afraid.
I’ve been fooled before
by women and some girls.
but it was all worth the while.
And I know where to start.
It’s in the deepest part.
The answers are within my heart.
And I am not ashamed.
I can take the pain,
‘cause I am not ashamed.
Now, I am not afraid.
I can take the pain,
‘cause I am not ashamed.
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8. |
South Kentucky Blues
01:54
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They almost killed me in Temple Hill,
and cancer took my mom in Louisville.
Some die young; fate and nature hold the gun.
And others get to live…why, I don’t know.
They’ve locked me up in Bowling Green and Glasgow,
and for good measure, down on the Bayou.
It ain’t no fun in cuffs and shackles, son:
locked up with some assholes that ya don’t know.
I learned to love and laugh and hurt in Nobob,
and I’ve cried there more times than I’ve got socks.
I don’t mind, ‘cause through the sands of time,
the ups and downs is everything that we’ve got.
Now, lookin’ back, I wouldn’t change a thing,
‘cept maybe all the times that I’ve been mean.
Life’s hard enough, without jerks and such,
so won’t you all come down and join the family.
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9. |
Dig the Mystery
02:46
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Well, I got a little mornin’.
And I got a little noon.
And I got a little midnight,
a little something in my spoon.
All them beautiful women
gonna follow me around.
Something ‘bout the way I’m livin’
makes ‘em chase me like a hound.
Now, all you people
don’t you judge me much.
I can walk on water
if it’s cold enough.
All I’m askin’ is to
sing my songs.
Then steam up the windows
all night long.
Well, I got a little summer,
and I got a little spring.
Yeah, I’ve got the fall and winter.
Got the mountains and the trees.
No, I haven’t got the answers,
but I dig the mystery.
I’ll commit myself to dancin’
‘til I’m swallowed by the sea.
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10. |
Her Ghost Remains
02:31
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I’m in the sun,
she’s in the shade.
Chasing the wind,
burning the days.
She wants to stay;
I’d rather just sail away.
I’m from the hills,
she’s from the town.
If she ever leaves,
they’ll burn it down.
Nothing can save it.
God won’t send the rain
out of mercy…
and that’s something to say.
Wherever she goes,
her ghost remains.
Is it her soul,
or is it a stain?
No one can know,
but they all wanna be
where she’s been.
Everyone’s blessed,
or everyone’s cursed.
Ain’t no limbo
‘round her.
But either way,
we form a line
on our knees
and say thanks
for the memories…
and that’s something to say.
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11. |
Sweet Potato
01:12
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Listen everybody.
Let me tell ya ‘bout
the sweetest little thing
that heaven would allow.
She grew up
on a tater farm.
Her mama named her Annie,
but we all called her
Sweet Potato.
Sweet Petite Potato.
Mmmmmm, good,
Sweet Potato.
I’m from the backwoods.
She’s from the valley.
Five-foot nine, and good God almighty.
I keep dreamin’
some summer night
I just might get some
sweet potato pie.
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12. |
Beautiful Alone
03:40
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Yesterday is dead and gone.
I’ll be gone before too long.
Hope you know that your delusions
aren’t real.
I’ve been fighting for a cause.
I’ve been fighting for us all.
I’ve been trying to break down these walls.
I’m paying for my freedom.
I’ve been paying for deceiving
you when I said that I was strong.
Everything that I would die for,
anything I’d tell a lie for.
Surely me, lonely me, pretty me,
I’m beautiful alone…beautiful alone.
Tomorrow is fading fast.
Come the dead hand of the past.
Human rules, we silly fools
are anything but sure.
You that search and cry for change
while stagnant in your dreams and ways.
Trumpeting your open eyes.
Can’t see without open minds.
Best start paying for your freedom,
and start paying for defeating
everyone, especially
those you claim to love.
Everything that you would die for,
anything you’d tell a lie for.
Surely you, lonely you, pretty you,
still beautiful alone…beautiful alone.
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13. |
Too Cold
04:08
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It is way too cold for this,
but way too hot for that.
Don’t betray yourself today.
You are way too cool for that.
Whisper, tell me, don’t you love me,
or my love can’t you bear?
I can’t stand you on the highway;
I can’t find you there.
O’er and o’er again, I see it in your face my friend.
Ain’t no sunshine then.
I don’t know, and I won’t pretend.
When it’s over, they all shouted.
They all saw you down and out, and
they post it on their Facebook news.
All that I can see is fools.
There’s a reason why the wind blows
through the Sycamore.
It seeks to obscure your shadow
dancing on my floor.
And if you find yourself the answer,
keep it to yourself.
I don’t need to understand.
I don’t care myself.
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