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Roadsick Blues
04:23
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Well I’m back out on the road again
Just another half baked plan
A promise in the rearview of my mind
And I’m calling you, my long lost friend
Another smoke trail in the wind
Half-made dreams lead to half held sighs
Chorus:
Two shots of bourbon, a pint of booze
A cigarette for the memories that I’ll someday lose
Ain’t seen you for a month, or is it two
I’m a thousand miles from nowhere, so I sing these roadsick blues
You told me once that we would make it if we tried
But you quit playing guitar and you’re halfway alive
You’ve been working in a kitchen, struggling to pay rent
But its hard to feed your soul, when you work the breakfast shift
Chorus
The highway is for gamblers but I’m just a rolling stone
All that separates us is where we’ve been and where we’re goin’
The radio sings Hank Williams hear the lonesome whipper-will cry
It just screams into to the night sky as the diesels lumber by.
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Westward Man
03:49
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Westward man can't see his eyes
He's blinded by the open space
All he sees are endless skies
He doesn't seem to mind the planes
He's a shipwreck, he's a bounced check
He'll cut you down in the muddy street
He's a tin can, he's a fake tan
If you can read his smile, you know you're halfway there
Westward man don't roll the dice
He stacks the cards to his command
Religion is his secret gun
He'll praise whatever god you seek
He's a shipwreck, he's a bounced check
He'll cut you down in the muddy street
He's a tin can, he's a fake tan
If you can read his smile, you know you're halfway there
Goddamn the Westward Man
Westward man is a native son
His family toiled in the land
They were the first, they were the last
Their names are written in the trees
He's a shipwreck, he's a bounced check
He'll cut you down in the muddy street
He's a tin can, he's a fake tan
If you can read his smile, you know you're halfway there
Goddamn the Westward Man
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Ritalin
03:54
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You dance like lights on a paper wall
Burning candles to no end
Maybe we're just wasting time
We talk in circles, seldom crossed
Crossed like legs of lovers new
Maybe we're just wasting time
Well you drove to the coast, called in sick for the week
Went to bed with tears on your check
Tell me it ain't that bad, tell me it ain't that bad
She's a ritalin head, she'll wind up dead.
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Heart of Stone
03:47
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You met me when my heart was stone,
Cut by the winter, and left alone
Been cut so hard by rocks and ice
You can drown a man, but still he won't die
Stone, heart of stone
Stone, heart of stone
Drowning in drink doesn't numb the pain
Wake in the morning to fog and shame
I lost the best that I ever had
It doesn't even make me mad, cuz I am
Stone, heart of stone
Stone, heart of stone
Maybe I could've kept you
But baby I tried
We were on the rocks, you were weeping,
But I, just can't cry
Maybe I'll get better
Someday when I'm old
I've been thinking, I've been walking in the rain,
But my, heart is stone
Stone, Heart of Stone (repeat)
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Looking For You
03:23
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I searched for you in earnest
Everyday when I was young
But now that I've grown older,
All I know is you are gone
I’ve stumbled on every bramble
And hidden under trees
I’ve looked through every valley
But I never found the seed
Looking for you
Looking for you
Looking for you
Looking for you
And I’ve read the mystic pages
Of every book that I can find
I’ve been drunk, I’ve meditated
And tried substances divine
But I’ve just heard bits of whispers
When I expect a colossal roar
And my dreams are mostly muddy
So I don’t search anyone
Refrain
Some say you're all around us
Some say you’re in you and me
Some you don’t exist
And that the joke is all on me
But until then I’ll keep looking,
Albeit in vain
I will fall, I will travail
On the path to hear you plain
Refrain
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Years fade swiftly, like a winter's day
As the sun points past the canyon
Dreams fade away
Western wind winds down the track
Cutting hard it's way
Trails of blood and broken back
Lie in its wake
On you young conquistador
Fill your heart's desire
Gifts of blood and innocence
Progress will require
On to fill your namely due
Keep your spirits higher
Fortune strikes the bold young lad
Let it stoke the fire
Falling leaves and rotting soil
Mark this sacred land
Hazards lie in broken thought
Safety never stands
Bandages and broken hearts
Dot the blood lined field
Patience young conquistador
All will be revealed
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Ghost Town
04:04
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I live in a ghost town
And its just me
And the memories here
What I saw on T.V.
I'm still breathing, holding on to a memory
I'm just thinking, bout the way it used to be
I live in a plaid shirt
A pair of faded jeans
Everyone I once loved
Has gone away from me
I'm still breathing, holding on to a memory
I'm just thinking, bout the way it used to be
It's a ghost town
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Voices
03:54
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I hear the voices of my generation,
Calling out too stoned to meet the morning.
Thinking that they're saying something,
Only that they're saying nothing we ain't heard.
I heard a thousand people screaming,
They were tired of all your telephones and bullshit.
Their voices died cuz no one looking up,
And they flew away beyond the distant mountains.
You're not from here, boy.
You're not from here.
We got people locked up, crazy.
Say they're useless and there's no way to protect them.
But I hear you screaming, useless,
Wandering restless in the soft wings of the morning.
You're not from here, boy.
You're not from here.
When your rooftops are collapsing,
And your horizon lines finally disturb you.
Who will you call when no one looks up?
What will you do with all of your possessions?
You're not from here, boy.
You're not from here.
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There's a brushfire tickling a cloudless sky,
The flames are pushing past the eastern ridge.
This Santa Ana wind is kicking in,
Sucking all the water from my skin.
There's a dust storm moving past the grazing land
All my memories have turned to sand
An old wedding dress flaps in the wind
Still I'm haunted by our kiss.
Would you let me love you like a pauper does?
Full of fire, and always afraid
That our love will always go unnamed.
You'll grow tired of me someday.
There's nothing in this wasted land,
What's gone is gone, there's nothing to forgive.
And the farmhand cracks his withered limbs,
They say the soot will bring us back again.
But the blackened hill don't call out my name.
The desert hides the secret of our fate.
Stripped of all identity and left,
Our sallow teeth form puddles in the rain.
Would you let me love you like a pauper does?
Full of fire, and always afraid
That our love will always go unnamed.
You'll grow tired of me someday.
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