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Thirsty Valley
02:15
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Thirsty Valley
Morning sun took a hold of me
Asking for an apology
I don’t think I ever want to leave
My thirsty valley
Silver cities on golden shores
Pretty girls I’ve never met before
But I don’t want to move around no more
From thirsty valley
Let them steal river water from me
From paradise to a memory
I don’t need to run around to be free
In Eastern Cali
Oh your heart slows down
When your roots grow deep
All the things that I’ll never see
They don’t really mean a thing to me
In thirsty valley
Let them find me here
Let the guard rail rust
I can live on beer
I can breath red dust
The last of the herd
And a fading breed
With no one else to take care of me
Everybody knows I’ll be the last to leave
From thirsty valley
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2. |
Good Things Will Come
02:36
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Good Things Will Come
I’ve been running to the water
A far cry from the long shot game
Leave the shores of the great indoors
Don’t want to see no one
I’ve been floating on the water
Lungs letting go of ice cold air
Wind blows and my eyes go dry
While I squint at the sun
CHORUS:
Thaw the ice in my veins
And leave this dark companion behind
One thing’s for certain
Good things will come
Blue heron on a cypress limb
I nearly missed him, he was standing so still
I want to make him look me in the eye
I know he never will
CHORUS
It’s never quiet if you listen just right
I love the rumble in the old red woods
I’m gonna answer every time they call
And stay lost for good
CHORUS
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B Sides (and Long Drives)
I’ll see you soon
But don’t wait up
I know I sing
And drink too much
I’m glad you’re home
And sleeping sound
This weather calls
For leaving town
CHORUS:
B Sides and long rides
I’m done but / I’m done for / I’m through
Now I have the time
For B Sides
Up `il now they didn’t sound right
It’s a good night for a long drive
Too bad this strum
Runs in my blood
Too bad you won’t see me as much
Full speed ahead
Go as you learn
Too bad I’ll never get your turn
CHORUS
They’ll find my car
With the keys inside
No parking break
No hazard lights
Search party is near
All volunteers
It won’t be long
I’ll be right here
CHORUS
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4. |
Easy on Me
03:41
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Easy on Me
In my dreams
The lakes are Canadian
I swim, I feel whole again
The women are all Canadiennes
And they go easy on me
They go easy on me
So easy on me
In my dreams
The bourbon feels warm on my lips
Burns my throat a bit
And I see clearer and clearer still with ever sip
And it goes easy on me
It goes easy on me
So easy on me
Never remember what it means
But I always knows for certain while it lasts
Never remember, really, why it leaves
But I know better than to hope it’s coming back
In my dreams
I very nearly changed her mind
She remembers all the better times
And if anybody asks to hear the other side
She goes easy on me
She goes easy on me
So easy on me
In my dreams
The lakes were cold again
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5. |
Down There
03:23
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Down There
I’ve seen the way they move down there
No Harlem woman could compare
Nothing like a twirl of her raven hair
Brighter than a dying star
I’ve seen the way the see the light
Eat to live and live to fight
Another day, another night
Careful not to go too far
CHORUS:
But I miss my place at the table now
Drifting back and falling down
Cold without a door to call my own
And I miss my face the way it was
But handsome is as handsome does
A stranger everywhere I go
`cause I’ve seen the way they settle things
Vendetta oaths and open veins
When life is cheap and gold is king
A girl is never on your side
I’ve heard their feet on amber coals
Barren fields, fertile souls
Don’t trust the law, lick the bowls, or give away the blue in your eye
CHORUS
I read somewhere
Back when I read
Marquees for each and every church I passed
“A man is rich because of what he is
Because of all he loves, no what he has”
They’ve seen me welcoming the dawn
With sweet vermouth and foreign songs
Plain as day, I don’t belong
I’d better make my way back home
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6. |
Even The Radio
02:43
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Even the Radio
Even the radio doesn’t remember you miss her
You tap and you twist all the dials in the car while you steer
No one is singing along with the drums
That you miss her
Now even the radio doesn’t remember you’re here
Must be the way that she tugged on her braids when you lost her
Could have been all of the nights left her at home
Time was you knew how to roll down the road with your head turned
Not even the radio knows you’re driving alone
CHORUS:
Don’t they know you’re waiting
Down and ripe for saving
Even the band on the stage at your bar
Plays the wrong song
Nothing to lighten the burden or cut through the haze
Word going round says you’re in the right
But you miss her
With no love whatever whenever the radio plays
CHORUS
You know the way home and somebody knew has your number
You tap and you twist all the dials in the car while you steer
No one is singing along with the drums that you miss her
Now even the radio doesn’t remember you’re here
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7. |
Marching 100
02:34
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Marching 100
I remember one summer
Sneaking out at night
90 degrees if I remember right
Broken nose, playground
Sweat and blood
Pop fly bouncing from my glove
Cicada song morning, car pool rides
An hour each way, if I remember right
Custom cassette deck stereo
Plays 1980’s country gold
CHORUS:
I must have forgotten
For very good reasons
The lay of the land from way back then
I must have forgotten
For very good reasons
But it’s all coming back to me again
The feel of the wheel, hot in my hands
The Marching 100 high school band
Homecoming dresses, ugly ties
Home of the lonely Friday night
CHORUS
Broken jaw, party, parking lot
Slow road to nowhere retail job
Strip mall safari late at night
90 degrees if I remember right
CHORUS
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8. |
Eastern Time
03:29
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Eastern Time
Eastern Time
Lose an hour of your life
You made the last non-stop flight
Set your watch to Eastern Time
Facing right
At the hotel lounge to hide
Your wedding band tan line
And you watch on Central Time
Travel size bourbon ice
Oh, you can’t wait
Too numb, to old to be scared straight
Get ready for all the trouble you can stand
You’re still her man
But she’ll never understand
Your love of danger and you’ll find
Your share on Eastern Time
Work at play
An easy fling, a cheaper date
Do not disturb, do not mistake
3 a.m. for better days
`cause wake up calls
They come so early, fall so hard
All you’ll remember is ugly, still life prints on the walls
Middle seat coach blues, with your head sore
Gonna flinch at her smile at the front door
Now you know what flower shops are for
You're still her man
But she’ll never understand
You love of danger and you find
Your share on Eastern Time
Safe at home
You should feel guilty but you don’t
Another day, another time zone
You can always come and go
But deep inside, you never know if, when, or why
You’ll feel the pull and rush to answer
The call of Eastern Time
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9. |
Back to the Good Life
03:32
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Back to the Good Life
I was born to forget her
To let go and forgive
To give chase to the good life
Whatever that is
I was bound to get greedy
When the living grew spare
And the going got tougher
For a man in her care
CHORUS:
Days, don’t fail me now
I’ll keep on hoping as long as I live
With so few to go
You’d be surprised at all I could forgive
She was destined for better
Without me around
And she made it look easy
To knock a man down
In her heart for safe keeping
Steel nerves from above
And spare parts from the good life
Wherever that was
CHORUS
Now the yard, it looks perfect
And the porch is swept clean
Baby, just how like it
No piss on the seat
And the wood floors are shining
And the dishes are done
Come on back to the good life
Whatever that was
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10. |
Reach for Wine
02:44
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Reach for Wine
Turn it all away
This is what I need for now
Wake me soon as I’m allowed
To buy my gallons by the pound
And drink my wine again
Tripping over toys
Steady as I make my way
Every day it goes the same
Yell the good Lord’s name in vain
And reach for wine again
Mornings that I miss
Her dresses pressed and colorful
She couldn’t be more beautiful
But me, I’ve got a belly full
Of cold red wine again
Some days, you can veer a tiny bit off track
It’s a little bit worse than that
But really, not so bad
And at the family feast
I know I’m covered either way
No one flinches when I say
“A fine example I have made”
And reach for wine again
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