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Ain't That Something
03:34
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Ain’t That Something
Hearts are heavy as buckets of lead
And our boots are muddy from carrying the dead
Laugh at time when you got it to kill
It won’t turn back and we can’t sit still
Ain’t that something, how the sun sets in the sky
Like a ship that is sinking in the ocean of the night
If the world’s a stage, the show is absurd
I can’t believe the things you heard
It’s never really what it seems
Oh so many hills and dreams
Ain’t that something, how the moon hangs in the sky
Like a beacon to guide us when darkness takes our sight
The birdman from A-town is up at the dawn
Bags are packed he’s moving on
Won’t be back till early spring
Round the time the Robin sings
Ain’t that something, how the world turns around
We try to hold it up till it’s time to tear it down
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Golden Gate
03:54
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Mason jar was almost full, when we started thieving
We gathered in that chicken coop and talked about leaving
Want to see the mountains, we want to see the coast
Want to see the country and find the Holy Ghost
All the way to the Golden Gate
Singing songs for the ones that you love and the ones that have gone away
Ragtime Annie wouldn't leave nor would Goodtime Charlie
They got married by the sea and call each other darling
Caught a glimpse of what could be and never stopped our scheming
Little one you soon will see when you start your dreaming
Chorus
Asked them for some happy news, just what are they believing
They just kept on singing the blues, until it lost it's meaning
So there's no pie in the sky, that's what they keep on saying
Them good old days were just a lie, but I hear a jug band playing
Chorus
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Somewhere In My Mind
03:10
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The wind cracks my brain
The clouds block my mind
In the early morning rain
The devils in the sky
If I could see for days
I might get it right
Instead I'm waiting for a train
Somewhere in my mind
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Little Bird
03:59
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Lonesome In The Desert
03:39
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This is where we tended the land, when we were young
This is where we took a stand and learned to laugh and love
This is where we held the sun upon our skin
None of it will be that simple again
Now it's lonesome in the desert with this blanket made of stars
with the skyline in the distance, with this worn out guitar
There's a junkyard of phrases hung out on the line
We headed for the hills for they had us dead to rights
Oh, Oh, time moves slow, out here all alone
Waylaid on the interstate, like so many times before
Some believe the stories, others need the proof
Some are out for blood, while justice seeks the truth
If tomorrow should find you beside the lonesome blues
Know all that I wanted was to be there with you
Oh, Oh time moves slow, out here all alone
Waylaid on the intestate, like so many times before
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Stay With Me Tonight
01:44
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In The Morning
03:12
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I love it in the morning, when we have nowhere to go
We can lie in bed laughing about things only we know
Let the rain keep on falling, let the water wash away
Let the thunder echo through the hills while we hide away
It’s alright to ease your mind, you can’t feel that way all the time
The winds shift and the waves crash…and we may never be here again
Love like a bottle of wine, like the fruit on the vine
You can take a drink, it will make you think you’re in heaven for awhile
So open up the blinds, let the light fill the room
Let the clouds drift by in your eyes, let morning become afternoon.
Chrous
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8. |
Without Your Love
04:49
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Hiding out waiting for something more than this
I can wait forever for you kiss
I don’t mind wasting time, it’s you I miss
Easy living I got everything I need
Songs to sing and air to breath
Without you love, it’s all make believe
All the people in all the cities, with all the troubles and all the pities
All the diamonds in the rough, you know it’s hard to be so tough
Without your love, I just fade away
Moving on, yesterday’s with the wind
If I had my way I do it all again
Moving on is hard we know, it’s hard to pretend
All the people in all the cities, with all the troubles and all the pities
All the diamonds in the rough, you know it’s hard to be so tough
Without your love, I just fade away…
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Gypsy Blood
04:25
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We lost the trail an hour ago, let’s make camp for the night
We’ll pick it up in the morning by dawn’s early light
For God and for Country for everything that’s right
In the land of milk and honey, may you all sleep well tonight
Oh That Gypsy Blood…you were gone and on the run
Long since the days of the flood
The devils in the details and beauty hides there too
A piece for your collection of things you can’t refuse
An ocean of questions on a highway of doubt
With a vague recollection of when you started out
Chorus
The poets they wonder and ponder the pain
The painter creates with color and shade
The writer takes words and turns a phrase
You take what you need and sing the rest away
Chorus
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10. |
Let Me Be The One
02:34
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When you’re down and confused
And you feel like you’re bound to lose
Call me name, I am here for you
Together we will help make it through
When you’re alone and afraid
And you feel like your home is far away
Call my name, be it night or day
Together we will make our escape
And when that storm rolls in, if it snows all night
Stick with me and we’ll stay warm
Beside the firelight…
And while the world may be cold
May we never know
You’re all I need, truth be told
Let me be with you as we grow old
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James McKeivier Cleveland, Ohio
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