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El Dorado
02:40
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Dodged a bullet, botched a robbery in El Dorado
Sometimes the move that pays is just to stay...still
In the stillness if you feel a rising fever
Money's in the trunk on Horseshoe Hill
Horseshoe Hill Road
Circle round now, sing it loud come all ye globe trotters
Sometimes the jump's a high one take the leap...still
If the leapin' brings a faith restorin' fever
Preachers daughters freedom dings on Horseshoe Hill
Horseshoe Hill Road
If you are what you drink pour me an Old Fashioned
That don't have to change and I'm so glad
I keep livin' in the past so my air can breathe at last
Only there where I can be with you again
Oh I know it can't control it oh, El Dorado
A song's just for the birds but it's a call still
If the callin' brings a pickin' peckish fever
Noisy miner just hit gold on Horseshoe Hill
Horseshoe Hill Road
Now for the job the best one is the one that knows it needs bein' done
Most the time that's been you - I'll take over now until my turn is through
'Til my turn's through
If you are what you drink pour me an Old Fashioned
That don't have to change and I'm so glad
I keep livin' in the past so my air can breathe at last
Only there that I can be with you again
Only there that I can be with you again
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High Desert
03:34
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High, High Desert - flatlining nerve
The rocks look like the moon was just here
Late night visit from a friend
They left a black mark on you dear
Charcoal thumbprint and the end
Daylight desert - fire breathing sand
In Peter's Town I almost drown
What I'd give for water now
The map is the treasure that we found
It's the where - where's the how
Chorus:
Nothing really lives here
Barren land is so wise
Nothing really lives here
So nothing really dies
Cold night desert - stargazing lies
Yarn was spun with a sidewinder's tongue
Prattled on without a pause
Our hearts were brave and ears were young
Pledging duty to your cause
Chorus:
Cold night desert
Daylight desert
High, high desert
Flatlining nerve
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Tears, Turquoise, and Tin
The bonds of this band have worn thin
Something was lost think it swam from my pocket
Tears, Turquoise, and Tin
Tears, Turquoise, and Tin
The bonds of this band have caved in
Then mystery was found this ring on the ground
Tears, Turquoise and Tin
Tears, Turquoise, and Tin
The bonds of this band new again
Butterfly wings round old rusty fingers
Tears, Turquoise, and Tin
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4. |
Please Send It
03:40
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There was a sound, there was someone to blame
There was a sigh, and a naming of names
I'll never let 'em take you away I'll never say it was you
As I serve your time I wonder what it is that you do
What color's on your paintbrush is it red and does it bleed
Just like a head wound when you try to make a heart
Is it yellow does it run like a coward down your canvas
Just like we did when we tried to face the sun
Broken glass, then alarming pain
I failed you passed, brought the family such shame
I'll never let 'em take you away I'l never say it was you
As I serve your time I wonder what it is that you do
What words are on your writer are they bold and do they breathe
Just like a secret no one else should read
A peculiar sorta letter a peculiar sorta tone
Written in a language all your own
Chorus:
Please send it, drop it in the mail
Please send it, mark it Austin County Jail
A book of days, one of them I'll be free
It's not too late to go retracing those dreams
I'll never let 'em take you away I'll never say it was you
As I serve your time I wonder what it is that you do
Chorus:
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5. |
Miss February
03:30
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Well I try not to turn too much to drinkin' when I'm sad
But it's hard luck when you get the bad news
On a sunny Sunday street when you've already had a few...
Hear she's moved away even had a baby - really moved along
No more longing for Miss February
Chorus:
The tears they come uninvited
Like your love can't stop 'em oh I'm blinded
They come from deep down inside
Unlike your love these tears are kind
Now yours are tied up neat with strings
While mine are strung along with moon beams
They're wild and howling at the seams
Different dreams Miss February leaves
Missin' limb, fallen eyelash
Said she saw the sign one night in the sheriff's lights
Law let me leave with a warning but she locked me up for life
Guess it's Mrs. February to you now
A new town a family and a home
But I'm left here with a mind that has a mind of it's own
Feeling baffled, beat up and alone
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Riverboat
03:22
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Our times together - my joy where could it go
Like smoking heaps and heaps of cigarettes, expecting one to grow
Now there's nothing in my hands - empty vessels understand
Need some water and a new search for land
I tore it up, I tore it up to share not to destroy
Misunderstood my actions, only actions not a ploy
Chorus:
Just a sad old girl, sittin' in the dust
Sittin' in the dust, meetin' the dust
Just a sad old girl lvin' in the dust
And the dust turned into mud
I hopped a lifeboat leaving a sinking ship and joined the riverboat revival
On the Missisipi
Now I'm not gonna gamble with a life that's not my own
Once I win I'm gonna send for you - please come along
Spinnin' in the mud made a deep, deep rut
And the rut turned to a groove like Chico said
Chorus:
Oh the River Queen is where my peaceful heart belongs
These walkin' feet now float I sing a bayou song
If you can't sleep at night there's a paddle wheel lullaby
It's a Mississippi good night, sleep tight
I ply along, and they wind don't care
It lends a breeze and tousles my hair
Kisses my face and it cools the air
So happy I'm no longer...
Chorus:
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7. |
Makers Mornings
04:23
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8. |
Extra Extra
03:03
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Meet me half way down the hallway
The orange one down at our place
See you when the day is half past three
Charlie Barber married Charlotte Carver
That could be you and me
If we had the money to be free
Chorus:
Then Extra, Extra
Your affair with little Evie is making the front page news
Do you remember the better of our seven years
We didn't leave em any clues
Meet me at the bright white lamplight
Back room table outta sight
See you when the day has turned to night
We'll talk of how things fit together
How you're one piece and I'm the other
Make plans, make money to be free
Chorus:
Meet me in your finer car
Vacant lot near Marble Park
See you when the night is rich with stars
You'll tell me that there's no tomorrow
No honest way to pay or borrow
Right's right, wrong's wrong, and free's not free
Right's right, wrong's wrong, and free's not free
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9. |
Cocaine Lil
02:49
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10. |
Long Way
02:51
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Traded you in for a travelin' stamp
Ended our love on a post card back
Hello from Mexico, good bye from Malecon
Havana she knows my regret
Chorus:
I went a long way without you
I went a long way to forget you
I went a long way, a long way with you
Two kinds of money, and all kinds of people
The music is always the same
They play here all day on the streets on the beaches
In my ears it rings out your name
Ohhh's...
My heart is as heavy as my ragged old pack
Black market ride and 10 hours of backtracking
Went there illegally did it intentionally
Gone far to far to turn back
Chorus:
Ohh's...
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11. |
Many Splendored Thing
04:31
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Record spins round, black water runs down
Eyes empty and green as gin bottles
Piled high in the can ashes fly shaky hand
With class she fills another glass
Love lives on in a pen and a song
Song that the love birds are singin'
Chorus:
They sing love is a many splendored thing
They put him behind walls where they filled him full of lightning
Volts and bolts they tried to cure a wild disease
Storm rolled away and he'll never be the same
Had to leave him there go care for the family
She wears a black dress from a trip took to China
Red hair and the house in a mess
Two t's double crossed, to fates both committed
He's been taken, she's been lost
But love lives on in a pen and a song
Song that the love birds are singing
Chorus:
Put him behind walls where they held back all the lightning
Pills now what they fill to cure a wild disease
Storm never came and he'll never be the same
Don't leave me there...don't leave me there
Don't leave me there come care for your family
Now the record spins round, black water makes a sound
Eyes empty and brown as ale bottles
Piled high in the can ashes fly shaky hand
With class I fill another glass
Love lives on in a diary and a song
Song that the love birds are singin'
Chorus:
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12. |
The Hunted
04:17
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The P's & Q's San Francisco, California
The P’s & Q’s are an old-time, good-time, acoustic porch music act in San Francisco. Made up of Brie McFarland on banjo and ukelele; Janese Hurley on fiddle and harmonica; and Audrey Howard on guitar and mandolin. The three of them sing sweet harmonies together which have become a trademark of the band. The P’s & Q’s put on a rousing live show which is both boot-stomping and sweetly intimate. ... more
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