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| 1. |
| 3:46 | 
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I'm passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees Not believing all I see to be so I'm flyin' over backyards Country homes and ranches Watching life between the branches below And it's hard to say Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don't you baby? You keep running for another place To find that saving grace I'm moving on alone Over ground that no one owns Past statues that atone for my sins There's a guard on every door And a drink on every floor Overflowing with a thousand amens And it's hard to say Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don't you baby? You keep running for another place To find that saving grace Don't you baby? You're rolling up the carpet Of your father's two-room mansion No headroom for expansion no more And there's a corner of the floor They're telling you is yours You're confident but not really sure And it's hard to say Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don't you baby? You keep running for another place To find that saving grace Don't you baby? |
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| 2. |
| 3:25 |
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Had to find some higher ground
Had some fear to get around You can't say what you don't know Later on won't work no more Last time through I hid my tracks So well I could not get back Yeah my way was hard to find Can't sell your soul for piece of mind Square one, my slate is clear Rest your head on me, my dear It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears Took a long time... to get back here Try so hard to stand alone Struggle to see past my nose Always had more dogs than bones I could never wear those clothes It's a dark victory You won and you also lost Told us you were satisfied But it never came across Square one, my slate is clear Rest your head on me, my dear It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears Took a long time... to get back here Square one, my slate is clear Rest your head on me, my dear It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears Took a long time... to get back here Square one, my slate is clear Rest your head on me, my dear It took a world of trouble, took a world of tears And took a long time... to get back here |
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| 3. |
| 3:15 |
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A coyote ran across the road
On the move without a home A flash of light reminded me of you This could well be your last stand Hold the sunlight in your hand Spread your fingers Feel the sand fall through I've done all I can do, now it's up to you... You're flirting with time baby Flirting with time, and maybe Time, baby, is catching up with you Shadow men talk a real good game Every punch line has your name You cried out and no one came to you I've done all I can do, now it's up to you... You're flirting with time baby Flirting with time, and maybe Time, baby, is catching up with you Should be more to learn from this Can't say I know what it is No difference 'tween a hit or miss, it's true I've done all I can do, now it's up to you... You're flirting with time baby Flirting with time, and maybe Time, baby, is catching up with you |
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| 4. |
| 3:25 |
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Headed back down south
Gonna see my daddy's mistress Gonna buy back her forgiveness Pay off every witness One more time down south Sell the family headstones Drag a bag of dry bones Make good on my back loans So if I come to your door Let me sleep on your floor I'll give you all I have And a little more Sleep late down south Look up my former mentors Live off Yankee winters Be a landlord and a renter Create myself down south Impress all the women Pretend I'm Samuel Clemens Wear seersucker and white linens So if I come to your door Let me sleep on your floor I'll give you all I have And a little more Spanish moss down south Find the heroes of my childhood Who now can do me no good Carve their names in dogwood Chase a ghost down south Spirits cross the dead fields Mosquitoes hit the windshield All documents remain sealed So if I come to your door Let me sleep on your floor I'll give you all I have And a little more I'll give you all I have And a little more |
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| 5. |
| 2:29 |
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You say what you want to Jack
I'm gonna get my baby back Trouble came ran away Now you say she's gone to stay Got fed up, hit the street Left without a word to me Oh you don't know How the girl could touch my soul You say what you want to Jack I'm gonna get my baby back Suddenly you know my name Say there's only me to blame It's gonna rain, it's gonna shine Gotta stay between the lines Rolling down a lonely road You say I should let it go Wish you would come on down If you need I'll come around You say what you want to Jack I'm gonna get my baby back Used to have a son named Joe Where he got to I don't know Maybe down in Mexico Livin' off her daddy's dough If you give me half a chance I will make her sing and dance I'm gonna give her all my soul I'm gonna play her rock and roll You say what you want to Jack I'm gonna get my baby back |
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| 6. |
| 3:58 |
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Save a dream for me
Words hang in the air Her demons take the dare Above a lonely feather Circles to the ground The house don't make a sound Turn this car around Turn this car around I'm goin' back Green and gray and auburn Sliding down the sky The devil winks an eye A figure in the doorway Shouldering the blame A saint without a name Turn this car around Turn this car around I'm goin' back I'm goin' back The king and queen are loaded Falling off to sleep The ground begins to creep Rockets in the tail lights Red burns into night Rolling out of sight Turn this car around Turn this car around I'm goin' back |
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| 7. |
| 3:15 |
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There's some friends that I know
Living in this town And I've come far to see them Gonna track 'em down They live in a brick house Painted white and brown Left a tip for the maid And I packed up my guitar Dropped my keys on the counter Rented a car Gonna hook up with 'em later And go hit the bars I need a big weekend Kick up the dust Yeah a big weekend If you don't run you rust Well I may shake your hand But I won't know your name The joke in your language Don't come out the same There's times when I'm down And there's nothing to blame I need a big weekend Kick up the dust Yeah a big weekend If you don't run you rust I can work I can travel Sleep anywhere Cross every border With nothing to declare You can look back babe But it's best not to stare I need a big weekend Kick up the dust Yeah a big weekend If you don't run you rust |
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| 8. |
| 4:27 |
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There's a shadow on the moon tonight
I swear I see your face Up there with the satellites Lookin' down from outer space Me I'm drifting home again Headlights in my eyes Fighting sleep with windows down Worn out from long goodbyes Night driver Drifting home again You offered up no history When you blew into town You remain a mystery No information found I speed dial a judgment call A near miss hits the ground The new king hides behind the throne Refusing to be crowned Night driver Drifting home again High tide rumbles PCH My tires losing tread Helicopter circling White beam overhead Now I sit and count the days And try to fill my time There's a shadow on the moon tonight A dollar gets a dime Night driver Drifting home again Home again |
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| 9. |
| 3:23 |
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She don't care about time
Time gets in her way Fades into the wind Days roll into days She's got nothing to hide And she hides it so well Keeps broken dreams To fix up and sell Damaged by love Damaged by love So young And damaged by love There's rain on the road And the faithful have gone In a crowd all alone Waling 'round in a song Damaged by love Damaged by love So young And damaged by love Eyes down at my door And she holds out her hand I love you so deep But you can't understand Damaged by love Damaged by love So young And damaged by love |
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| 10. |
| 4:16 |
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Living free
Is gaining on me Can't keep ahead of my dreams My relief turned out a thief Smooth as rocks in the stream This old town is a sad affair You be glad you're not there It ties your hands It spikes your drink I'd say more, but I can't think Lazy Jim took a bottle with him Tried to flag down a train Left a note couldn't read what he wrote A light came on in my brain This old town is a sad affair You be glad you're not there It ties your hands It spikes your drink I'd say more, but I can't think The hills are gold Mornings are cold Don't know a soul on the street I keep to myself Like everyone else Nobody says much to me Go to bed Fight thoughts in my head In the time between wake and sleep Rats to kill Contracts to fill It's on ice but it won't keep This old town is a sad affair You be glad you're not there It ties your hands It spikes your drink I'd say more, but I can't think |
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| 11. |
| 3:23 |
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Yeah they raised that horse to be a jumper
He was owned by a Midwest bible thumper His preacher was a Louisiana drummer Took all winter to get through the summer The field hand hit the switch and stumbled Outside the big engine roared and rumbled The stolen horse spooked and tumbled She didn't speak for a week, just kinda mumbled Ankle deep In love Ankle deep In love He was caught up In a lie he half believed Found her hiding High in the family tree Washed his hands And put her 'cross his knee She said "Daddy, you've been a mother to me" Ankle deep In love Ankle deep In love |
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