1. |
The One You Keep
02:25
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Call me lover boy
Won't you call me sweet
Call me anything
Just call on me
I ain't asking be the only one, just the one you keep
I built you a castle, baby
I built it on a lake
Built with these loving arms you can't break
Now I ain't asking be the only one, just the one you keep
I've been gone a long time now
I been out on the road
Slept on the streets of NYC
And with half of Hollywood
I ain't asking be the only one, just the one you keep
I'm stuck in New Orleans and I ain't got nothing to eat
There's catfish on the floor
Who smashed my guitar?
There's a 7 year old screaming, she's stamping here feet
and i'm crying on the line, baby be the one you keep
I ain't asking be the only one, just the one you keep
Hear me, baby
I'm crying, calling, pleading
To be the one you keep
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2. |
Don't Call It Your Own
03:03
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The thing about wandering
Is ya hafta return
You can hold on for a little while
But don't you call it your own
Don't you call it your home
And when she's singing them love songs
She aint singing them to you
Well, I'd rather just believe it
Then spend another minute alone
She took me on a rollercoaster ride
On her side of town
And her friends they were screaming
Your too high come on down
And its true the tracks they were wobblin'
And the car, spinning out of control
But if I was so close to dying
Tell me why, lord, did I feel so warm
if I was so cloase to dying
tell me why, did I feel so warm
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3. |
Berlin Blues
03:14
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The rain it came pouring down
Soaks through the same holes of my shoes
Swiging back round after round
Trying to shake off these berlin blues
Feelin' like shit
Well, what else is new
My letters are lies I'm the same routine
Spent all my money and I'm drunk again
Looking around
and it aint no good
Are ya thinking of me?
while I'm dreaming of you
Even after all that we been through
What did I leave behind?
A few broken-hearts
Well they're mostly mine
Wonderin' what I coulda done
Son, you can't shine all the time on everyone
Sun you can't shine all the time
Flowers bloomed I didn't what to think
Been alone so long
I began to shrink
Seductive smells begged baby come inside
But all I could do was just run
What did I leave behind?
A few broken-hearts
Well they're mostly mine
Wonderin' what I coulda done
Son, you can't shine all the time on everyone
Sun you can't shine all the time
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4. |
Pretty Hair
04:25
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all that i need right now, is lying here in my arms
and all i wanna feel right now
is your soft snore whispering by my ear
and i think this world wasnt made for folks like us
taking a little more time just to figure things out
so wont you put your head on my lap
and i'll caress your pretty hair
as we both fall fast asleep
ahh last night we went all out
when we're together things get outta hand
but oh baby, baby didn't we laugh out loud
You were my best kept secret, and i?
Your sweetest affair
and don't you find it so insane
how are lives became such a game
first we're up, then we're down, then it spins all over town
we get up, do it all again
(one day) we'll do it all again
its so much colder now
you ain't gotta tell me all your reasons why
but ohh there ain't no room for me
dry your eyes, baby let me hold you one last time
this world that wasnt made for folks like us
taking a little more time just to figure things out
so wont you put your head on my lap
and i'll caress your pretty hair
as we both fall fast asleep
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5. |
Proud to Be Country
04:40
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I'm what you call a city slicker
Tall buildings concrete leads me everywhere
Now I never cared much for hunting and fishing
Til I filled my lungs with that sweet
Tennessee air
Where everybody's proud to be country
From the hills of old virginny
To the stars over alabam
Everybody's proud to be country
And if you're country and you're proud
Won't you raise your hand
Now we got trains
They call em subways
Everybody's cramming and fighting
Just to find a seat
Now I wanna ride them trains d hank sang about
Over the mountains through the valleys
Into the sea
Where everybody's proud to be country
From the hills of old virginny
To the stars over alabam
Everybody's proud to be country
And if you're country and you're proud
Won't you raise your hand
Now I had some good times
Between New York and LA
That knife in my back
It didn't hurt in any way
Sometimes I just don't know where I belong
I close my eyes strum this guitar
And it sings me back home to
Where everybody's proud to be country
From the hills of old virginny
To the stars over alabam
Everybody's proud to be country
And if you're country and you're proud
Won't you raise your hand
Everybody's proud to be country
From the California farm hands
To those dry Texas Lands
Everybody's proud to be country
And if you're country and you're proud
Won't you raise your hand
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6. |
No One Here
03:12
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My beard's gone shagggy my hair is natted untamed
boots worn down
and these blue jeans are feelin the same
more wholes than shirt
these dark shades hide my shame
mister you can knock all you want
there ain't nobody here by that name
Now I can't remember what happened the night after last
By my empty pockets it seemed i had quiet a blast
If you ever see those girls again
Tell them I did my best
there was one from Missouri
And one from the Rio Grande
They loved it when i played them sweet songs by The Band
But the booze got the best of me
I hope that they understand
That my . . .
My beard's gone shagggy my hair is natted untamed
boots worn down
and these blue jeans are feelin the same
more wholes than shirt
these dark shades hide my shame
mister you can knock all you want
there ain't nobody here by that name
The Dor busts open its a red-faced Sheriff Perdue
He says, "Boy, we got six counties out here looking for you"
I said, "Sheriff, I'm right here. Where the fuck were you?"
My beard's gone shagggy my hair is natted untamed
boots worn down
and this jail cell is feelin the same
more wholes than shirt
these dark shades hide my shame
mister you can knock all you want
there ain't nobody here by that name
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7. |
Why Do I
03:33
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Why do I say I love you
Is it to hear that you love me too
When I'm all around you
There ain't nothing that I can't do
I see you with your lovers
Do they know that you're around
Did they take you to the skies tonight
did they leave you lying flat on the ground
Trying to get off these city streets
I keep getting drawn back to you
Romanced so many
Why with you am I always the fool
Maybe that's all I am
I just don't know
Maybe I should just walk away
Like some other
Fools i have . . .
When your lips curl and you twirl your hair
I forget others are in the room
Empty bottles and wornout scenes
Did we even make it to the end of June
I'm thinking bout you all the time
So much that it rattles my brain
Drink myself to another place
Where you show up and you sober me up
Again and again
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8. |
Money River
03:40
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Hard times they come and go
Work here has gotten slow
Looks like i'm gonna get back on that road
Find out, where that old money ever flows
Now i ain't asking you to be true
Sometimes cowgirls get the blues
Sometimes good people, they don't know what to do
All i ask is when i'm home the sheets smell only of you
Its The Lost Weekend again
Can't tell ya where we been
Lord, everyone that sees us, knows we're drenched in sin
I'm just looking for a place where i can rest my head
I'm just looking for a place where i can rest my head
You look like a place where i could rest my head
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9. |
Trips to Spain
04:41
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She lived in a trailer
With five younger brothers
They played all day in the yard
They weren't city folk
They slept beneath the stars
He lived in a mansion
Just his toys and his servants
Took for granted things shed never afford
5th Ave
A lullaby of horns
Yet they spoke of running away to Spain
Reading books only lovers
Could ever explain
It's not forbidden
But we always said it was
They traveled the country
Just asellin his stories
played guitar blew the harp sang the blues
Every night on stage he'd sing his songs for you
Everynight he came a bit closer to the truth
Still they spoke of running away to Spain
Reading books only lovers
Could ever explain
It's not forbidden
But we always said it was
The days they got longer
They got so much harder
He did what any daddy would do
Hung his guitar up
Said "son my time is you"
Your mother she loves you
You know that she ought to
Lets go visit get at the fair
Tonight we'll sleep beneath the stars
Tell me all you dare
So you say you wanna runaway to Spain
Reading books only lovers
Could ever explain
It's not forbidden
But we can pretend it always will be
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10. |
The Fall of November
05:28
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The fall of november
Had our first sips of wine
So caught up in living
Didn't notice the time
And our love songs
They roared from the highest peaks
and all my pety agonies
fell silent at my feet
And I thought I'd be
the one to call you my wife
Found to be the one
Never able to read your signs
And when the dust cleared
I had bled to much to run
From over his shoulder you winked at me
Raised your arm and fired the gun
What did you say, What did we say
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11. |
It's Over
03:01
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There's no more trying
Can't do more lying
There's no more bending we can take
This just ain't living, you
Always for giving me
For what I do and what I say
Its over babe
And I'll see ya around the way
We're like a hurricane
Thunder and swirling rain
No one could see what was wrong
And when the day shone
The storm moved on
Our house it wasn't a home
It's over babe
And I'll see ya around the way
It wasn't enough I didn't inspire you
But you you were never here when I was loving you
It's killing me to say that
I don't want you anymore
There's no more trying
Can't do more lying
There's no more bending we can take
This just ain't living, you
Always for giving me
For what I do and what did i say
She whispered "it's over babe and I'll see ya around the way"
It's over babe
And there's nothing left to say
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