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Song of the Ox
04:10
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I can’t tell where one year ends
And the next year begins
But I know it’s a thin line
Between heaven and here
And I wash in the river
And this year will be my year
I know that the sun will shine
And then comes the wintertime
But I do prefer sunshine
Just to be perfectly clear
And I wash in the river
And this year will be my year
I sing me the song of the ox
Right over that long pine box
That they left in the field
By the hole full of ghosts
By the busted old post
That are shaped like a cross
And they make me feel
Like a dirty old sinner
And the line gets thinner
I am an ox and I eat the grass
If the preacher don’t like it
He can kiss my ass
Let me tell a secret, friends
About where you go when it all ends
Well I know it is a thin line
Between heaven and here
We can wash in the river
And this year will be our year
I sing me the song of the ox
Right over that long pine box
That they left in the field
By the hole full of ghosts
By the busted old post
That are shaped like a cross
And they make me feel
Like a dirty old sinner
And the line gets thinner
I am an ox and I eat the grass
If the preacher don’t like it
He can kiss my ass
If the preacher don’t like it
He can kiss my ass
If the preacher don’t like it
He can kiss my ass
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2. |
Mule
04:25
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I ain’t said nothing worth saying
In over a year
And I’m double bred for a death
By fire and fear
Blue-collar bastard I am
With the blood on my hands
Sometimes I’m lonesome
Sometimes I’m grand
But the things that I seen are tearing me apart
This town’s a lesson in lonesome
Lonesome and love
And I’ve had one hell of a life
But I’ve had enough
Mine is a history of blues
Worn out and used
Well I’m damned if I don’t
And I’m damned if I do
And the heaviest thing that I carry is my heart
And you never know that a little love is all you need
Till a little love is all you got
And you never know that a little love is all you need
Till a little love is all you got
And you never know that a little love is all you need
Till a little love is all you got
I ain’t said nothing worth saying
In over a year
And I’m double bred for a death
By fire and fear
Blue-collar bastard I am
With the blood on my hands
Sometimes I’m lonesome
Sometimes I’m grand
And the heaviest thing that I carry is my heart
And the heaviest thing that I carry is my heart
And the heaviest thing that I carry is my heart
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3. |
Hoarse as a Crow
04:05
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Had another dream about the day I die
Fifty-dollar suit looking Sunday fine
You were sittin’ pretty and I wish I’d known
We were in the city and you were stoned
Told me you were tired and you couldn’t see
And the bottom of the bottle looked a lot like me
Widdlin’ and a wearin’ and I wore you down
Honey, you could be a profit in your own hometown
You are the only home
You are the only home I know
You are the only home
I am horse as a crow
Well I would be liar if I didn’t say
If this is where I meet you, it’s where I’ll stay
Find a little lovin’ in the middle west
Find a little wreckage and a missile test
Built on wishes and drunk on wine
Short a little money and long on time
Take you to a city that’s beautiful
Maybe down to Memphis or Istanbul
You are the only home
You are the only home I know
You are the only home
I am horse as a crow
We can get around ‘till we’re good and old
I’d sill call like a little crow
Take you to a city in our Sunday best
Find a little lovin’ in the middle west
You are the only home
You are the only home I know
You are the only home
I am horse as a crow
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Dime store trash
And paperbacks
Cheap red wine
In paper bags
I’ve got all that I could need
Walking home
In the rain
Marquee says
There’s a picture playin’
Called She’ll Make a Man Outa Me
I’d run myself ragged
I’d ring the quitting bell
I’d cut my kin from every one
Of the stories that I tell
If I thought it would make a difference
He’d be an easy sell
But when God’s away on business
Your tears go straight to hell
The rats have come
to drank the wine
Puts a hitch in
Suppertime
What’s a lonely man to do
They dance along
The wooden floor
Where you and I
Had danced before
Back when I had everything to lose
I’d run myself ragged
I’d ring the quitting bell
I’d cut my kin from every one
Of the stories that I tell
If I thought it would make a difference
He’d be an easy sell
But when God’s away on business
Your tears go straight to hell
Morning time
Is here again
I have to ask
What kind of friend
Would take everything that gives me thrills
Nighttime comes
To say hello
And make sure
I ain’t running low
On wishes, memories, and pills
I’d run myself ragged
I’d ring the quitting bell
I’d cut my kin from every one
Of the stories that I tell
If I thought it would make a difference
He’d be an easy sell
But when God’s away on business
Your tears go straight to hell
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5. |
The Northern
04:27
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I read your letter
It read like another nail
Heard you been tying
Knots in the devil’s tail
Well you’re drenched to the bone
Lie in your park bench hotel
Won’t you pick up the phone
Let me come live in your hell
And your smoke turns to black
Covered by city lights
I heard you sing your goodbyes
To the city nights
Bottles of blues and broken down stars
Go on dancing
The Northern will come
And it’s never one for romance
We can be horses
We never have to come back
Wrapped in our voices
Wrapped in our downtown rags
Just like a pair
Of worn out whiskey doves
Sweet sons of bitches and
Old sweet sons of love
Bottles of blues and broken down stars
Go on dancing
The Northern will come
And it’s never one for romance
I read you letter
It read like another nail
Heard you been tying
Knots in the devil’s tail
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A higher warning
On the morning
Of new years day
And I am moving west
This is my darkest holler
This is my beck and caller
This is what I must do to rest
Well I know that I can swing
A mighty might chain
Right here in the garden of a lion
But I know that I will say
Goodbye, goodbye someday
To the Devil and his weary mind
It took a while to catch my breath
It took a while to catch my breath
It took a while for me to see
That the devil, well the devil is me
I could stay here
All the day dear
But I must go now
‘Cause I was headed west
I’ve heard that times are hard
I’ve seen the windows barred
In the valley of the shadow of death
Pockets sewn with line
Up against the tide
With glory drums and pistols firing
Hammer set and light
I will sleep the night
Upon your grave if you will sleep on mine
It took a while to catch my breath
It took a while to catch my breath
It took a while for me to see
That the devil, well the devil is me
A higher warning
On the morning
Of new years day
And I am moving west
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7. |
The Eastern
03:29
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I can’t tell you where my heart lies
But there’s a ghost in the valley and he’s just my size
You gonna love me
You gonna love me when I’m gone
Well I done my best to drink myself blind
I would have stood beside you like a piece of iron
You gonna love me
You gonna love me when I’m gone
You gonna love me when I’m all in roses
You gonna love me when I’m gone
There’s a busted fence that’s fallin’ down
But it’s the only thing that’ll hold me now
You gonna love me
You gonna love me when I’m gone
There’s a row of oaks and a row of graves
Like a row of free and row of slaves
You gonna love me
You gonna love me when I’m gone
You gonna love me when I’m all in roses
You gonna love me when I’m gone
I’m’a catch a train
Put a bullet in your brain
Right below that line of oaks
Put you in the ground
Never make a sound
Ride that pony east I know
You gonna love me when I’m all in roses
You gonna love me when I’m gone
You can say your prayers and you can dress in white
But what’you tell yourself when you’re alone at night?
You gonna love me
You gonna love me when I’m gone
I can’t tell you where my heart lies
But I’m’a love to be there oh to watch you die
You gonna love me
You gonna love me when I’m gone
You gonna love me when I’m all in roses
You gonna love me when I’m gone
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8. |
If I Was the Last Man
02:46
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For richer or for poorer
For meager or for grand
A belly full of fire
A bible busted land
Hand on the girl that brung me
She came from way back east
She done it like a master
I done it like a beast
Hey Rose, double on the wall
First to fire is the first to fall
My blood dries black and it dries fast
Hey Rose, saddle and the sin
Angel that you are and the devil that I been
If I was the last man
Could I be your man at last?
I’m just a lonesome loser
Dust up and torn to shreds
I’d cut them down for miles
Just to get you in my bed
St. Peter would see me coming
Wearing a bastard grin
He’d ask me why I’m smiling
I’d tell him where I been
Hey Rose, double on the wall
First to fire is the first to fall
My blood dries black and it dries fast
Hey Rose, saddle and the sin
Angel that you are and the devil that I been
If I was the last man
Could I be your man at last?
My soul don’t need no saving
This creek runs deep and strong
I wake up every morning
And hum a gospel song
My clothes could use a washing
My boots could use a shine
But if you’ll be my woman
I suppose I’ll be just fine
Hey Rose, double on the wall
First to fire is the first to fall
My blood dries black and it dries fast
Hey Rose, saddle and the sin
Angel that you are and the devil that I been
If I was the last man
Could I be your man at last?
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9. |
The Long Way Home
03:44
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Third of December, my world in a trunk
I joined with an army of sailors and skunks
I was just seventeen, fragile and green
But I knew that that ocean would spit me out mean
Belly of fire with hair on my chest
With limited options and this was my best
Bartender, bartender I best double down
That devil will know that I’m leaving this town
I’ve still got to find me a sweet little girl
Heals up to Jesus, my face in her curls
That’s just what a God-fearing sailor would do
Now pour me that drink and pour one for you
Glory by land
Glory by sea
Diddle-ey Diddle-ey
Don’t you cry for me
Now give me a reason
And I’ll take the long way home
Bartender, bartender that whiskey was warm
Maybe I had better wait out this storm
It’s not like that ship is the last one to leave
I heard that it’s rough living out on the sea
No women and wishes and warm feather beds
Just working and fishes and sailors instead
Glory by land
Glory by sea
Diddle-ey Diddle-ey
Don’t you cry for me
Now give me a reason
And I’ll take the long way home
Bartender, bartender oh what have I done
I’ve signed up to die out at sea with a gun
I’d rather grow old and fat on a farm
With a sweet little curly haired girl on my arm
I’m just seventeen, fragile and green
Ain’t no way that ocean has mercy on me
Glory by land
Glory by sea
Diddle-ey Diddle-ey
Don’t you cry for me
Now give me a reason
And I’ll take the long way home
I’ll hide with the butcher
I’ll hide with the hounds
I’ll stay on this stool till that ship leaves this town
I’ll hide in the bottle all drunken and warm
Up on that shelf and away from that storm
Dreaming bout growing up fat on that farm
With a sweet little curly haired girl on my arm
Glory by land
Glory by sea
Diddle-ey Diddle-ey
Don’t you cry for me
Now give me a reason
And I’ll take the long way home
Give me a reason
And I’ll take the long way home
Give me a reason
And I’ll take the long way home
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10. |
The Hill Outside My Home
03:25
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I woke to the sound of a military band
Five old dirt coats full of brass buttons
Tell the horse to swing down low
On the hill outside my home
God give but he pretty damn good at the take
Took my ma and my pa and got his hand on my neck
Three boys buried way down low
In that hill outside my home
Broke down at the bottom of a big old hill
I’m a fool with a broken heart
Time’s heavy for a man with plenty to kill
And I don’t know where to start
And I got no time for hope
I’m old and growing older
And this town, it is a joke
It’s cold and growing colder
Like my brothers in the hill outside my home
Whole world stained black from a coal mine
Ain’t got coal boots because I sold mine
Don’t need them where I’m going
Heart flush and aces showing
I swept the leaves from in front of the door
No use cause I ain’t coming back anymore
Old mister rooster crowing
Heart flush and aces showing
Broke down at the bottom of a big old hill
I’m a fool with a broken heart
Time’s heavy for a man with plenty to kill
And I don’t know where to start
And I got no time for hope
I’m old and growing older
And this town, it is a joke
It’s cold and growing colder
Like my brothers in the hill outside my home
They were men who were known for a song and a dance
You could tell how it goes from the mud in their hands
When they up on the hill and crawling
And the kingdom’s tears are falling
I will go late at night by the light of the moon
Sweet breeze on the hill sing a military tune
I can hear my momma bawling
As the kingdom’s tears were falling
Broke down at the bottom of a big old hill
I’m a fool with a broken heart
Time’s heavy for a man with plenty to kill
And I don’t know where to start
And I got no time for hope
I’m old and growing older
And this town, it is a joke
It’s cold and growing colder
Like my brothers in the hill outside my home
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11. |
All That I Got Left
05:43
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This trouble I found
And this empty house
Ain’t the kind of life
We sang about
But it feels just a little bit like all that I’ve got left
This heart full of blues
Moves blood full of booze
Either way I’m down
Either way I lose
But it feels just a little bit like all that I’ve got left
People say we’re the lucky ones
Never answer anyone
Rambling wild and free
And they say let me tell you son
Let’em go and if they come back it’s meant to be
I’ve loved and I have left them
And I’m left here with this lesson
This lonesome night feels a little bit like
All that I’ve got left
I lie here awake
And I can’t shake
The picture of
that southbound train
And it feels just a little bit like all that I’ve got left
That whistle it blows
And it’s you I know
With miles behind
A southbound ghost
And it feels just a little bit like all that I’ve got left
People say we’re the lucky ones
Never answer anyone
Rambling wild and free
And they say let me tell you son
Let’em go and if they come back it’s meant to be
I’ve loved and I have left them
And I’m left here with this lesson
This lonesome night feels a little bit like
All that I’ve got left
I know my friend
That this ain’t the end
We’re gonna raise hell
in heaven again
And it feels just a little bit like all that I’ve got left
All that I am
A shell of a man
Ain’t half as strong
As this steel in my hand
And it feels just a little bit like all that I’ve got left
People say we’re the lucky ones
Never answer anyone
Rambling wild and free
And they say let me tell you son
Let’em go and if they come back it’s meant to be
I’ve loved and I have left them
And I’m left here with this lesson
This lonesome night feels a little bit like
All that I’ve got left
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12. |
Letters to Georgia
03:03
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Dear Georgia, my Georgia
The girl I call home
The years I was drunk
Were the good ones I’m told
And out in the distance
The 4am bells
My old trusty horse
Are these old rusty rails
My shoes are worn thin
My money ain’t good
I ain’t got nothing
A Georgia man should
‘Cept I been busted
And broken on down
By the sweet Georgia girls
In my sweet Georgia town
I’m a dog in the dirt
You’re the salt of the Earth
We’re hounds in the whispering light
I’m a book full of words
You’re the lesson I learned
Sincerely, I love you, goodbye
I never been no place
Passed the state line
Never had stones
To say my goodbyes
So hold this old note
That I wrote to your breast
And let the sweet
Whiskey I drank to the rest
I’m a dog in the dirt
You’re the salt of the Earth
We’re hounds in the whispering light
I’m a book full of words
You’re the lesson I learned
Sincerely, I love you, goodbye
Shaken awake
And I’ve been deceived
The wind’s got no warm
And the trees got no leaves
But it don’t make no difference
If the sun doesn’t show
These tracks run one way
And that way ain’t home
I’m a dog in the dirt
You’re the salt of the Earth
We’re hounds in the whispering light
I’m a book full of words
You’re the lesson I learned
Sincerely, I love you, goodbye
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