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On the First Bell
04:14
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A low moan and a mouth breathe on a cold hand
No home for a proud beast in a low land
Wrapped in the darkness, wrapped in one light town
A taught line and a smile sour, say when
Hung heavy from the water tower, amen
Wrapped in the darkness, wrapped in one light town
Soaked in the silence, soaked into hallowed ground
Sons and daughters, last of kin
Can’t tell why but I’ll tell you when
Send for the highway, Settle the wind
‘cause anywhere’s better than where we been
And on the first bell we run
Oh come all you faithful
Our best days are gone
Put that in your book
Dead weight and a cold hand and an old truth
I’ll stay in the low land and I’ll hold you
Hard on the heartless, hard on the youngest one
Wait 'till the morning, wait 'till we're sure he's gone
Sons and daughters, last of kin
Can’t tell why but I’ll tell you when
Send for the highway, Settle the wind
‘cause anywhere’s better than where we been
On the first bell we run
On the first bell we run
On the first bell we run
On the first bell we run
And on the first bell we run
Oh come all you faithful
Our best days are gone
Put that in your book
And on the first bell we run
And we ain’t so gentle
And that high horse you’re ridin’
He’ll give a good look
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2. |
Son of a Gun
03:22
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Forgive me there father for I have sinned
I got to get this off my chest before I pack it in
It's been forever I guess since I been to your house
And I ain't exactly done the things your preachin about
I been up to my ears in whiskey and beers
And I been swimmin' in the women for a number of years
This world ain't no place for no honest man
And the ones you hate is the ones I am
Whatever gets you through the night
Well that's just what I done
I'm a lyin' cheatin' drinkin' sinnin' son of a gun, amen.
Hey there baby don't know what you expect
I been this way since the day that we met
Well my daddy's daddy taught him how to live like his pa
And I could write a book on all the sinnin' I saw
I'll be real quiet when I head out tonight
You know I love to love you woman but my daddy was right
This world ain't no place for no honest man
And the ones you hate is the ones I am
Whatever gets you through the night
Well that's just what I done
I'm a lyin' cheatin' drinkin' sinnin' son of a gun, amen.
Hey there whiskey how you feelin' today
Your the only one that ever got me to stay
My angel and my devil, my Tennesee girl
My sweet little rebel in a terrible world
The next best thing to dyin' and going to heaven
Is a rolled cigarette and a shot of number 7, amen
This world ain't no place for no honest man
And the ones you hate is the ones I am
Whatever gets you through the night
Well that's just what I done
I'm a lyin' cheatin' drinkin' sinnin' son of a gun, amen.
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3. |
High Time to Hang Fire
04:41
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I'm fairly certain the red dirt on my window pane
Was left there so I could remember the last time it rained
Laced in the lovin' and light through long lonely tracks
Of the tears that I cried on the day you never came back
It's high time to hang fire
It's high time to hang fire
A trick of the light on the day you were gone
It's high time to hang fire
I'll chase my guilt with regret, hellos with goodbyes
Let them slip over this heart and when they run dry
I'll curse what I never said when I had the chance
Now all of time that we had has slipped through my hands
It's high time to hang fire
It's high time to hang fire
A trick of the light on the day you were gone
It's high time to hang fire
Well I've lost my faith in the things I was sure of
And forgotten more than I'll ever let on
Threadbare and grace and welded up true love
A trick of the light on the day you were gone
It's high time to hang fire
It's high time to hang fire
A trick of the light on the day you were gone
It's high time to hang fire
It's high time to hang fire
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4. |
Homeless
04:06
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Two pack iron lungs and a Pontiac
A white whale and red velvet
She ain’t quick but she can hug my curves
Headed home just for the hell of it
Momma’s brass bold and she’d run around
Worked the church down by the river
Hemmed her Sunday dress a little too high
Signed the cross and prayed He would forgive her
What you do and where you go
Don’t mean much without no home
Two AM, and one dead Pontiac
All is calm and all forgiven
I signed the cross, and smoked another cigarette
Snuffed it out like the town where we were livin’
What you do and where you go
Don’t mean much without no home
But all is calm, all is clear
Ain’t just time gets killed out here
There is nothing where my father stood
There is no sign of my mother
This ain’t home, it’s just a death we dusted off
And to the ghosts of this land, we add another
What you do and where you go
Don’t mean much without no home
But all is calm, all is clear
Ain’t just time gets killed out here
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5. |
She Ain't Gonna Hold
04:18
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We tied ourselves together
Not to be outdone
By the roaring' of the mighty Willamette
The believers and the busted
The bending of a tongue
Skippin’ town like they had lost a bet
And daddy said they're blowing
Smoke into our eyes
A cattle call of cowards out the back
This bitch is gonna break us
And cut us down to size
Like a train with a half a mind to jump the track
When you live down in the valley
You're left out in the cold
Come Hell or high water
She ain't gonna hold
In the shadows of the lucky
Cast from up on high
It’s a wonder anyone could see a thing
We may be bound for glory
We may be bound to die
A diamond in a big old mess of pigs
When you live down in the valley
You're left out in the cold
Come Hell or high water
She ain't gonna hold
You leave us lyin’ ragged
Drying in the breeze
Never there before when it got rough
We tied ourselves together
I am conscience clean
Pray to God in heaven that’s enough
When you live down in the valley
You're left out in the cold
Come Hell or high water
She ain't gonna hold
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6. |
Best Get Fitted
04:11
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In the dust upon the mirror, in the dirt upon the floor
I write you every morning, n'ask another minute more
Married me in summer, widowed me in fall
The lonesome hangin’ round my neck is rubbin’ my skin raw
Best get fitted for a shroud and a coffin
I will say my prayers till my face turns blue
Best get fitted for a shroud and a coffin
Let me go to Hell any way I choose
Take a mean old wasp and turn it into a fly
I’m afraid I’ll live forever, lord, I ain’t afraid to die
I heard you in the evenin, but I know it wasn't real
I'd rather pay a wishing well then buy myself a meal
Best get fitted for a shroud and a coffin
I will say my prayers till my face turns blue
Best get fitted for a shroud and a coffin
Let me go to Hell any way I choose
I have overstayed my welcome and my hand is overplayed
I have overstayed my welcome and my hand is overplayed
I have overstayed my welcome and my hand is overplayed
This body’s made of gunsmoke and my head's a field grave
I have overstayed my welcome and my hand is overplayed
This body’s made of gunsmoke and my head's a field grave
Best get fitted for a shroud and a coffin
I will say my prayers till my face turns blue
Best get fitted for a shroud and a coffin
Let me go to Hell any way I choose
Let me go to Hell any way I choose
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There are bad men
Like a bird’s got songs
Had me a good one
Couldn't keep him for long
To somebody lookin'
I'm doin' just fine
I'm black as a bucket
Of water inside
When lonesome comes calling I unplug the phone
Turn out the lights like there's nobody home
Hard as I wish and as hard as I try
When lonesome comes calling there's nowhere to hide
I wait for an answer
But it never comes
All of the lights
Just shudder and hum
When lonesome comes calling I unplug the phone
Turn out the lights like there's nobody home
Hard as I wish and as hard as I try
When lonesome comes calling there's nowhere to hide
I walk my fingers
Over your face
Down through the valleys
of worry and grace
When lonesome comes calling I unplug the phone
Turn out the lights like there's nobody home
Hard as I wish and as hard as I try
When lonesome comes calling there's nowhere to hide
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Lonestar
04:03
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This is gonna be the last I write
Dressed head to toe in this neon light
There’s a lone star and it’s shining down
I’m a polaroid in a landlord’s town
I was raised on old time books
by flightless birds and dirty looks
Brushed me off and robbed me blind
Lucky I been left behind
There’s a lone star
A good one is better than no one when you got nothing left at all
There’s a lone star
Yeah a good run is better than no run, it’s better than no one left to call
Pourin’ honey in my ears
Bought the barge, I wound up here
Went for broke and wound up bust
Pocket full of hand and dust
There’s a lone star
A good one is better than no one when you got nothing left at all
There’s a lone star
Yeah a good run is better than no run, it’s better than no one left to call
In the darkest of night
The faintest of light
Is the last thing on my mind
And if this is the last I write
Dressed head to toe in neon light
Well fairly well for I am bound
For that lone star I seen shining down
There’s a lone star
A good one is better than no one when you got nothing left at all
There’s a lone star
Yeah a good run is better than no run, it’s better than no one left to call
There’s a lone star
There’s a lone star
There’s a lone star
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9. |
18 Wheeler
02:39
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She come a long long way
For a good old boy
And a letter from the interstate
It said I love you little girl
I want to make you mine
But don’t you go and make me wait
She shoulda known better when she saw that the letter was written on a motel bill
But by the time it arrived she was blind with the signs of lovin’ and wedding bells
How do you send love letters to an 18 wheeler
How you fall in love with a drivin’ man
Take a good long look before he up and leaves you
And you’re sitting here waiting on the wheels again
Well he woke up in the night time
Carrying on saying
Brother what have you done
Your boots are burnin’
And the truck is full
If you hurry you got time to run
Well she headed down the road with the letter that he wrote and smile right across her face
She didn’t even see him doin’ a hundred and three when he passed her goin’ the other way
How do you send love letters to an 18 wheeler
How you fall in love with a drivin’ man
Take a good long look before he up and leaves you
And you’re sitting here waiting on the wheels again
Now it’s apron strings
And cigarette smoke
And she’s sleepin’ in the bed alone
Never mind playing wife
She would settle for a call
But she’s waiting on the telephone
She got her self a job where she heard he drinks and she’s looking’ for the day to come
When he rolls into town and he’s settling down and his rambling’ days are done
How do you send love letters to an 18 wheeler
How you fall in love with a drivin’ man
Take a good long look before he up and leaves you
And you’re sitting here waiting on the wheels again
And you’re sitting here waiting on the wheels again
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10. |
Can't Afford to Die
02:42
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I can’t afford to buy a stone
I owe too much on this old home
I heard about that holy land
But Jesus saves and I just spend
I gone and said all of my goodbyes
I don’t need no paradise
This won’t come as no surprise
I can’t afford to die
I can’t afford to die
I can’t afford a wooden box
I barely own the things I got
All the mornin’ all the dawn
I bust my ass to get along
I gone and said all of my goodbyes
I don’t need no paradise
This won’t come as no surprise
I can’t afford to die
I can’t afford to die
I can’t afford to buy a hole
Can’t burn me up, can’t buy the coal
Tell me I won’t go to hell
I’ll dig my grave all by myself
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