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San Juan
03:52
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If I could be a fish in the sea
I'd fly away
If I could be a bird in a tree
I'd swim away
Walkin' along, castin' song
Just hookin' hubcaps and things
Walkin' along, castin' song
Just hookin' milk cartons and strings
If I could be a bird in the sea
I'd swim away
If I could be a fish in a tree
I'd fly away
Walkin' along, castin' song
Just hookin' hubcaps and rings
Walkin' along, castin' song
Just hookin' milk cartons and strings
If I could be a fish in a tree
I'd swim away
If I could be a bird in the sea
I'd fly away
Walkin' along, castin' song
Just hookin' hubcaps and things
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Moonlight over Placerville
Cats in the alley, snakes in the well
I don’t like when the birds fight
Footsteps keep me up all night
Coyotes boast, coyotes rave
Ghosts in the attic, bones in the grave
Go to sleep, get some rest
Fire in the east and ice in the west
I’m goin' down, down to the river
Down to the river to fetch some stones
I’m goin' down, down to the river
Down to the river to skip some stones
Bubble gum, sunflower seeds
Baseball cards, bugs in the weeds
Yuengling gives me burps
Laugh about possum ‘til my belly hurts
His dad died reachin' for the key
To some blue car 1990
Victoria’s behind the shack
I know she knows I’m comin' back
I’m goin' down, down to the river
Down to the river to fetch some stones
I’m goin' down, down to the river
Down to the river to skip some stones
I’m goin' down, down to the river
Down to the river to fetch some stones
I’m goin' down, down to the river
Down to the river, down
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Carolina James
05:22
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Hey Betty, you ain’t gonna believe this…
He’s got bones made of cotton
And a house made out of hay
He’s got bones made of cotton
And a house made out of hay
He’s got bones made of cotton
And a house made out of hay
Well, that’s Carolina
Carolina James
Oh, that’s Carolina
Carolina James
He rides six white horses
Just to get to the corner store
He rides six white horses
Just to get to the corner store
He rides six white horses
Just to get to the corner store
Well, that’s Carolina
Carolina James
Oh, that’s Carolina
Carolina James
I haven’t seen you since that Domingo, man…
He’s got bones made of cotton
And a house made out of hay
He’s got bones made of cotton
And a house made out of hay
He’s got bones made of cotton
And a house made out of hay
Well, that’s Carolina
Carolina James
Oh, that’s Carolina
Carolina James
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Mighty Good People
02:24
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There are good people
People good as gold
People good as their word
People good for what they’re sold
Mighty good people
Better than me
Mighty good people
Good for nothin’
Better than me
Good times are comin’
Or so they say
Good enough to drive
The big bad away
Mighty good people
Better than me
Mighty good people
Good for nothin’
Better than me
You ask for a favor
I’ll give it back
You ask for a penny
And I’ll give you it back
Pretty good for a girl
Pretty good for me
Your pretty good is as bad as me
You're pretty good
Good enough for me
Bad apple
Pretty good fruit
Low hangin’
Sweetest at the root
Call me Adam
I can call you Evie
Slip on your goody two-shoes
Go on, kick the bad out of me
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Well, hello there Mrs. Maybe
Meant to be no harm
Did you see me in your flowers
Pissin' in your front yard?
Well, that’s the thing about a tryin’ man
He walks home each night
With moon drops in his hands
And I’m accidentally drunk in Waynesville again
Yes, I’m accidentally drunk in Waynesville again
Well, hello there Mrs. Maybe
How’s it goin' on the farm?
Did you see me in your flowers
Pissin' in your front yard?
Well, nothin' in my pockets
Nothin' better to do
They say, "Hey boy, grow up, you gonna be a man"
Well I say, "That’s your point of view"
I’m walkin' this way
I’m goin' home
I’m walkin' over here (by the sucklin’ tree)
I’ll find my way home
And I’m accidentally drunk in Waynesville again
Yes, I’m accidentally drunk in Waynesville again
Mrs. Maybe, you have a good night
I’ll see you tomorrow in the afternoon
When I wake up from this lonely night
From this long, damn, cold and lonely night
Mrs. Maybe, you lookin’ pretty good
Ah, you wanna come home?
Well, I think you should
Mrs. Maybe, is there a Mister?
Oh, look, I just kissed her
Hey Mrs. Maybe, why call you that?
Make up your mind, girl
Come home with me
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Santa Fe
01:44
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What happened in Santa Fe
What happened in Santa Fe
Why that’s between my Lord and my savior
You can clank the dishes, you can slam the door
But it ain’t gonna do you no good no more
Because I ain’t gonna say a thing
No, I ain’t gonna say
(Should have seen her)
What happened in Santa Fe
What happened in Santa Fe
Why that’s between my maid and her chamber
You can shake and rattle through all the chores
But it ain’t gonna do you no good no more
Because I ain’t gonna say a thing
No, I ain’t gonna say
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Savannah
02:55
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Savannah lived alone
And who would’ve known?
If I hadn’t placed her among the white flowers
Who would’ve known?
Down by the riverside there’s a ledge
And the ledge is lookin' over
Six feet down, down, down, down
The page is turnin' over
Savannah, she died alone
And who would’ve known?
If I hadn’t pressed the blade up against her
Who would’ve known?
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Incident on the Erie
01:12
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Well, this a case of the wrong place at whatever time it is
Shotgun pressed on the window, man, can’t you see he’s just a kid?
Boy don’t know that he’s parked himself in the middle of a situation
No, the boy don’t know what you’re talkin' about
But you can bet he’s thinkin' hard to figure it out
This is a case of the wrong man caught red-handed
$200 cash stuffed into the back of his pocket
Put your guns down, keep you voices low—after all, ain’t it a church?
Where the holy son, better move on, you got five seconds to run
Well, the boy don’t know what you’re talkin' about
But you can bet he’s thinkin' hard to figure it out
He’s tongue-tied, hog-tied, washed-up, knocked-down, penniless, son
You can bet he’s never comin’ back to this part of town again
Isn’t everybody waiting on someone?
Isn’t everybody waiting for their man to come around?
Well, the boy don’t know what you’re talkin' about
But you can bet he’s thinkin' hard to figure it out
No, the boy don’t know what you’re talkin' about
But you can bet he’s thinkin' hard to figure it out
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Baby Blue Hearse
03:22
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Baby, baby
Baby blue hearse
Coming to take my baby away
Baby, baby
Baby blue hearse
Coming to take my baby away
Through the night wrapped around her tightly
Come on, dear, inside—out of the cold
The one I love most is now
The one I love most is now
A ghost
Baby, baby
Baby blue hearse
Coming to take my baby away
Baby, baby
Baby blue hearse
Coming to take my baby away
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Out here in the country
There’s this ritual we do
We draw colors from the forest
And then we toss 'em in a stew
And then we brew it ‘til it’s right
We brew it ‘til it’s good
And then we pass the jug to the left
Just like John the Misfit would
Well, I beg your pardon
Let me tell you about the farm
It's an endless acre
And it only got one barn
Jack talks to the tulips
We all got our own thing
We all got our own fruit tree
I grow peaches in the spring
Tell it to the Gypsum Train
Tell it to the Gypsum Train
Tell it to the Gypsum Train
Kid don’t mean a thing
Kid so boring
But the jezebels really like how he
Two step tango
Evangelist from Los Angeles
Duke his go-by name
Wears a sheepskin helmet
To keep his head inside his brain
If you don’t like how this song is goin'
Well, you can catch a truck
Don’t let the fryin' pan hit ya
Nothin’ but best of bad luck
Not much goin' on here today
Well, that’s alright with me
Maybe I’ll fish for sheepsheads
Or sleep in the shade of a hickory
Don’t want to hurt no one
Don’t want no one to get hurt
Some call me lazy bones
I prefer King Comfort
Tell it to the Gypsum Train
Tell it to the Gypsum Train
Tell it to the Gypsum Train
Kid don’t mean a thing
Kid so boring
But the jezebels really like how he
Two step tango
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Tennessee
03:07
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Beyond the docks of Baltimore
A hundred miles and furthermore
Some sail to settle a score
Of Tenne’s crew – the last few
Lord knows what they kill for
Chew leather and iron ore
Drink ice by the barrel four
Of Tenne’s crew – the last few
Nothin' like the honesty
Of the endless open sea
But honesty’s got a price you see
You must roll the dice of ivory
The break that they crave
Carries on the weakest wave
Reaches for a bastard’s grave
Of Tenne’s crew – the last few
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Big Baby
02:46
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I don’t want to go to school
I don’t get the golden rule
I don’t want to make my bed
I’d rather make a mess instead
Whichever way the cold wind blow
I guess that’s where I’m supposed to go
I don’t want to go to work
My boss is bald, he’s such a jerk
The poor boy’s lazy
He’s such a big baby
The poor boy’s lazy
So lazy, so lazy
But now he’s growin’ old
I want her to take care of me
While I figure out what I want to be
And I want to be over there
Where the grass is as green as the world is fair
The poor boy’s lazy
He’s such a big baby
The poor boy’s lazy
So lazy, so lazy
But now he’s growin’ old
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Willow
02:49
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Oh, where she go?
Mrs. So & So
Ice hangin’ from the trees
Bad blood on the breeze
Willow, where you weep?
Twenty miles out of town
Weight pressin’ down
Willow, where you weep?
Oh, where she go?
Mrs. So & So
Moon slippin’ down the hill
Light on the windowsill
Know the slit in this door
Took these steps before
Willow, where you weep?
Oh, where she go?
Mrs. So & So
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Growing Old
05:39
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Sunshine, honey wine; the river runnin’ slow and lazy
Memory — swollen, sweet, green-thick, and hazy
Who knows how but wow just now on a daisy petal
Ain’t nothin’ here that can’t completely amaze me a little
I’m growin’ old, ancient old
Growin’ old, ancient old
In the noonday sun
In the noonday sun
The fruit so full its weight has pulled the shadows from the branches
Time don’t slip away it avalanches
A cloud over water exchangin’ glances
With its reflection fadin’ as the maiden dances
I’m growin’ old, ancient old
I’m growin’ old, ancient old
In the noonday sun
In the noonday sun
Calico from Jericho perched — ears extendin’
To points cuttin’ ‘cross all that’s bendin’
In time, ‘tween rhyme, and I’m blendin’
Into, out through you who’s never endin’
I’m growin’ old, ancient old
I’m growin’ old, ancient old
In the noonday sun
In the noonday sun
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