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Holy Water
04:39
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I walk around on pins and needles
Around people I can’t even name
I keep on passin church steeples
Prayin that my God is still the same
I’ve been wanderin like a fool too blind to see
Maybe it ain’t the bottle that I need
I need a shot of holy water
I need it to chase down my demons and burn them just a little bit hotter
I been having drinks with the devil in this neon town
I need a shot of holy water to wash it down
Lost in the land of smoke and mirrors
I do my best to just stay clear of my yesterdays
I’ve been runnin so long now runnin from myself tired of running away
I’m still trying to get through to the man I wanna be
Maybe I’m not so gone that I can’t see
I need a shot of holy water
I need it to chase down my demons and burn them just a little bit hotter
I been having drinks with the devil in this neon town
I need a shot of holy water to wash it down
I need a shot of holy water x4
I need a shot of holy water
Need it to chase down my demons and burn them just a little bit hotter
I’ve been having drinks with the devil in this neon town
I need a shot of holy water to wash it down
(Holy holy water)
I need a shot of holy water (holy holy water) x2
(holy holy water) x4
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Must Be The Whiskey
03:25
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No I’m not going crazy, but lately, my head and my heart
Seem to be at least a million miles apart
My heart says to love you, my head says to run
It’s like my heart is too afraid my head what it’s done
I know that it can never be the way it was
Even though you’d be the death of me, I can’t give you up
Too much is not enough, it’s not the love,
It’s not the lust that grips me
Must be the whiskey
I’ve been drinking to remember and drinking to forget
I’ve got ‘I love you on my mind,’ I’ve got Jim Beam on my breath
And loneliness has got the rest, I’ve got nothing left within me
Must be the whiskey
I’m not going crazy, but lately these thoughts in my head
Are a whirlwind of a world of a million regrets
All the things I should have done, all the things I should have said
All the pain that comes with hating the mess you’ve made of yourself
I know I’m chasing rainbows, thinking I could make it work
But the fact is that my actions speak louder than my words
And it only makes it worse thinking of her, thinking she’ll forgive me
Must be the whiskey
I’ve been drinking to remember and drinking to forget
I’ve got ‘I love you on my mind,’ I’ve got Jim Beam on my breath
And loneliness has got the rest, I’ve got nothing left within me
Must be the whiskey
Sometimes it hits me, whenever I’m a little tipsy
It hits me whenever I’m a little tipsy
It must be the whiskey
Must be the whiskey
It’s that whiskey
Must be the whiskey
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I’m Somewhere between I love you and I’m leavin’
Somewhere between I need you and letting go
And it scares me so, when I look hard I find no good reasons
I’m somewhere between I love you and I’m leavin’
Somewhere between I miss you and I’m gone
Running hard through the middle of the night
And you spend yours alone
I hold you close then I let you go, no leaving well enough alone
I’m somewhere between I miss you and I’m gone
And the ties that bind, they hold my mind
No matter where I go, I’m alone
Here with you or out there tearing down some road
Nowhere is home
And you’re the only thing on Earth that I believe in
I’m somewhere between I love you and I’m leavin’
And the ties that bind, they hold my mind
No matter where I go, I’m alone
Here with you or out there tearing down some road
Nowhere is home
And you’re the only thing on Earth that I believe in
I can stay or I can go and not break even
I’m somewhere between I love you and I’m leavin’
I’m somewhere between I love you and I’m leavin’
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Lifers
03:27
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He wakes with the chickens in the Waco sun
Got mouths to feed and cattle to run
Same as his daddy and his daddy done
It’s all he’s ever known
In this modern world moving break-neck fast
He’s a dying breed, a thing of the past
He’ll be damned if he don’t hit back
When you stand in his way
When there’s nothing more to say
So here’s to the Lifers, the struggling strifers working long after the day is done
Here’s to the throwbacks, the cowboys in old hats
Last of the great generation it seems
They still dream
She’s a renaissance girl with a fire in her soul
She’s got a pocket full of nothing
Nobody tells her no
She flew into town twenty years ago with a guitar and a song
She’s been playin them rooms but she ain’t got far
Been livin’ off tips in them broadway bars
She’s a troubadour queen
Time left its mark
The scene has passed her by
In a world that’s passed her by
So here’s to the Lifers, the struggling strifers working long after the day is done
Here’s to the throwbacks, the cowboys in old hats
The last of the great generation it seems
They still dream
No they don’t give up and they don’t give in when things don’t go their way
Yeah we’re getting knocked down and we’re getting back up
Live to die another day
So here’s to the Lifers, the struggling strifers working long after the day is done
Here’s to the throwbacks, the cowboys in old hats
The last of the great generation it seems
They still dream
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Big Last Name
02:57
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Daddy must’ve told her when she was sixteen
Don’t settle for a poor man’s diamond ring
Take a lesson from your momma girl it ain’t no shame
Find a man with some money and a big last name
Well she wore that crown at the rose parade
All those boys staring at her thinkin maybe someday
All the credit put together couldn’t get em in the game
She wants a man with some money and a big last name
She’s had the pick of the litter since the day she was born
Aint nothing good enough in this town
She’s a product of her momma
She gets what she wants
Ain’t layin that silver spoon down
She wants to be in a picture in a gold leaf frame
With a man with some money and a big last name
She’s had the pick of the litter since the day she was born
Aint nothing good enough in this town
She’s a product of her momma
She gets what she wants
Ain’t layin that silver spoon down
She wants to be in a picture in a gold leaf frame
With a man with some money and a big last name
Man with some money and a big last name
Well she met a rich banker down in San Antone
He had a prenup ready for her name to be on
And she came home early to a pretty young thang
In bed with some money and a big last name x3
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Desert Wind
04:22
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The city lights ain’t treatin me right on this side of the wall
I’m thinking it’s time to turn on a dime
‘Fore the Sierra Madre call
I caught wind from a friend of a friend of mighty wealth untold
If the stories are true nothing left to do but head down to Mexico
Desert wind blowing me away again
Now you’re my only friend I’ve got left to call
Bought a two bit mule from a horse thieving fool
To cross the Rio Grande below
I had to steer clear but I had not a fear where the Federale roam
Once I was through I knew what to do
I had to send that old mule home
I’m now on the trail that lead most to hell
After Poncho Villa’s gold
Desert wind blowing me away again
Now you’re my only friend I’ve got left to call
Desert wind blowing me away again
Now you’re my only friend I’ve got left to call
Followed the words that I’d been told amongst the hillsides shadows cove
When I topped the hill I caught a chill for the cavern ended hole
The answers to questions that I never had
With riches I could hold
But truth of a man ain’t built with hands of Poncho Villa’s gold
It’s that desert wind blowing me home again
Now you’re the only friend that I’ll ever call
It’s that desert wind blowing me home again
Now you’re the only friend I’ll ever call
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Colorado
04:03
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Don’t think that I don’t think about Colorado
It’s about the only thing I ever do
Don’t think that I don’t think about Colorado
Don’t think I ain’t thinking about you
Even though our love might’ve gone down burning
Like a sunset on the mountains out in Vail
And our best days might’ve been some I’ve forgotten
But our worst days I remember much too well
Don’t think that I don’t think about Colorado
It’s about the only thing I ever do
Don’t think that I don’t think about Colorado
Don’t think I ain’t thinking about you
I look back on when we carved our names in marble
On an aspen by the cabin where we stayed
And I wonder if that tree’s still strong and standing
Despite the broken promises we made
Don’t think that I don’t think about Colorado
It’s about the only thing I ever do
Don’t think that I don’t think about Colorado
Don’t think I ain’t thinking about you
Don’t think that I don’t think about Colorado
It’s about the only thing I ever do
Don’t think that I don’t think about Colorado
Don’t think I ain’t thinking about you
Don’t think I ain’t thinking about you
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8. |
Can't Quit Enough
03:17
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I’ve played every honky tonk and roadside bar and juke joint between here and
Minneapolis
You know I went these miles
There’s a haggard man behind these eyes and smile
I picked up a guitar around the time I turned fourteen
But that fire been burning tires, hard booze, boats in and gasoline stayin wired
Come back down the best that we know how
We know now
We’re all trying to quit smoking
Tired of laughin tired of jokin ‘bout the habits we all had
Slowly creepin up
We all gotta die from something
Livin kills ya life is tough
But I can’t quit cause I can’t quit enough
I felt all the pressures playin’ to an empty room
The pleasures of a crowd that’s singing live at every word to all my songs
But the band and me we all keep rollin on
We roll on
Were still tryin’ to quit smoking
Tired of laughin’ tired of jokin about the habits we all had
Slowly creepin up
We all gotta die from something
Livin kills ya life is tough
But I can’t quit cause I can’t quit enough
We’re all tryin to quit smoking
Tired of laughin tired of jokin about the habits we all had
Slowly creepin up
We all gotta die from something
Livin kills ya life is tough
But I can’t quit cause I can’t quit enough
I never quit cause I can’t quit enough
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7th Floor
04:39
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From the 7th floor window
Sometimes I swear I see it all
Which way the wind blows
To how were all bound to fall
It doesn’t make much sense
The crazy things I do
Under the influence of the pain that I’ve been through
To get to you
It’s what I do to get to you
I shook hands with deception when I saw through their empty eyes
I broke bread with the burdens of everything that I despise
Dug my own graves and I’ve thrown caution to the wind
Become a slave to the wicked ways of man
To get to you
It’s what I do to get to you
It’s what I do to get to you
I wish I hadn’t waged the wars on the weakness of my fears
But it was worth the wait just to be standing here
Singing to the heavens as they fill up my mind
Standing on the 7th floor of everything I left behind
To get to you
It’s what I do to get to you x5
From the 7th floor window
Sometimes I swear I see it all
Which way the wind blows to how we're all bound to fall
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10. |
Stranger
04:17
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Who’s this stranger in the mirror
The one that’s lookin’ back at me
He ain’t familiar
I don’t know this guy
Who in the world could it be
It ain’t me there ain’t no way
And the stranger getting stranger every day
The guy I’m lookin for, he’s a young man
He ain’t scarred up, getting old
He’s a good kid from the country
And your eyes look big city cold
It ain’t me there ain’t no way
And the stranger getting stranger every day
Maybe I’ve been going crazy
Could be losing my mind
Lookin’ for someone familiar
That I knew one time
[spoken]
The stranger hear me talkin
Listen up what I have to say
Waiting for an answer in the silence
Oh and the stranger is getting stranger every day
Maybe I’ve been going crazy
Could be losing my mind
Lookin’ for someone familiar
That I knew one time
Who’s this stranger in the mirror
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11. |
Head Case
04:00
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I know it’s hard to find the words so often standing face to face
Sometimes it takes a thin white sheet to put things into place
Things that I could never say come flooding out somehow upon these lies
I’m still fighting the same battles I’ve been fighting all these years
A dreamers not a dream unless you’re living with a fear
What they say will be forgotten
All that’s done will be for naught and why
And it’s been a long time more since I’ve sat down and had a cry
It’s sometimes overwhelming and I can’t tell you why
But I remember Jackson singing
Doctor doctor please my eyes
And my heels they’re all dying over there sittin’ in a cell
Due to years of medicating minds that hurt so well
There’s a thin line don’t you see between genius and insanity
Which am I?
One thing that scares the hell in me is living with mortality
And worrying that I’m insane talking to a God unseen
Must surely make me crazy
So crazy’s what I’ll be till I’m gone
Till I’m gone
And I’ll scream out to the sun and to the moon and to the stars
I’ll scream until my voice finds you no matter where you are
I’ll scream until I’ve got no breath and all that’s left to take is death
And I’m done
And done
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