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06/08/2010 |
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6. | Bad Angel (feat. Miranda Lambert and Jamey Johnson) |
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Let's blow out these city lights
Let's just leave it all behind
Get up where the air is still
You can hear the whippoorwill
Start a fire pass the shine
Won't be home till mornin' time
Shout your name out in the wind
Confess my love for you again
Give you all I got to give
That's how we live up on the ridge
Won't you come with me tonight
Where moonlight drifts into your eyes
I just want one little kiss
When we get high up on the ridge
Hey now honey child
We'd be runnin' free and wild
No one care what you do
Ain't law to answer to
Dance around in the dirt
Listen to them crickets chirp
Hear old Jake start to howl
When he hears that ol' hoot owl
Give you all I got to give
That's how we live up on the ridge
Won't you come with me tonight
Were moonlight drifts into your eyes
I just want one little kiss
When we get high up on the ridge
Come on girl its almost dawn
Let's get it fore the magic gone
Tall, tall grass all around
Come on lay that blanket down
Wild flowers just like you
Lay on me like mornin dew
Now take my hand walk with me
Sun come up through them trees
Give you all I got to give
That's how we live up on the ridge
Won't you come with me tonight
Where moonlight drifts into your eyes
I just want one little kiss
When we get high up on the ridge
I just want one little kiss
When we get high up on the ridge
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I can't stand this fallin' for you
Every time I see you, I keep crawlin' towards you
I can't take this achin' feelin'
This cold heart breakin' feelin'
I can't stand this fallin' for you
Well I hang my head by the riverside
Burst its banks with the tears I've cried
The ripples roll out to the sea
I wish they was washin' over me
I can't stand this fallin' for you
Every time I see you, I keep crawlin' towards you
I can't take this achin' feelin'
This cold heart breakin' feelin'
I can't stand this fallin' for you
Every time I see you, I keep crawlin' towards you
I can't take this achin' feelin'
This cold heart breakin' feelin'
I can't stand this fallin' for you
Well your blood is red but your soul is black
Don't believe I'm a comin' back
And now I know why the willows weep
The tide is high and the water's deep
I can't stand
i can't take
I can't stand this fallin' for you
Every time I see you, I keep crawlin' towards you
I can't take this achin' feelin'
This cold heart breakin' feelin'
I can't stand this fallin' for you
Every time I see you, I keep crawlin' towards you
I can't take this achin' feelin'
This cold heart breakin' feelin'
I can't stand
I can't take
I can't stand this fallin' for you
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(featuring Chris Thile and The Punch Brothers)
Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're headin'
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon
Seems like I been down this way before
Is there any truth in that, senor
Senor, senor, do you know where she's hidin'
How long are we gonna be ridin'
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door
Will there be any comfort there, senor
There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
And there's an iron cross still hanging from around her neck
There's a marching band still playing in that vacant lot
Where's she held me in her arms one time and said
"Forget me not"
Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon
Smell the tail of the dragon
I can't stand the suspense here anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, senor
Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
And a gypsy with a broken flag and flashing ring
Said "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing"
Senor, senor, you know their hearts are hard as leather
Give me a minute, let me get it together
I gotta pick myself up off the floor
I'm ready when you are, senor
Senor, senor, let's overturn these tables
And disconnect these cables
This place don't make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor
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(with The Punch Brothers)
I am the rovin' gambler, I've gambled all around
Whenever I meet with the deck of cards,
I lay my money down
I lay my money down, I lay my money down
Had not been in Frisco many more weeks than three
Yea I met up with a pretty little girl,
She fell in love with me
Fell in love with me, fell in love with me
She took me to her parlor, she cooled me with her fan
Whispered low in her mother's ear "I love this gamblin' man"
Love this gamblin man, love this gablin' man
Daughter oh dear daughter, how can you treat me so
Leave your dear old mother and with the gambler go
With the gambler go, with the gambler go
I left her in Frisco and I wound up in Maine
I met up with a poker player and got in a poker game
Got in a poker game, got in a poker game
He put his money in the pot and dealt the cards around
I saw him deal from the bottom of the deck, shot the gambler down
Shot the gambler down, shot the gambler down
Now I'm down in prison, got a number for my name
The warden slammed the door and said "You've gambled your last game"
Gambled your last game, gambled your last game
Gambled your last game, gambled your last game
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Staring deep into your eyes
Searching for answers to questions I can't find
If I took for granted that I held your heart
I'd beg forgiveness but I don't know where to start
Draw me a map that leads me back to you
I don't know where to go, please tell me what to do
Help me find the road you're on
I just need directions home
Draw me a map that leads me back to you
I've never been so at loss
I'm at a canyon I can't get around or cross
So baby come down here, lay by my side
And tell me love's not lost across the great divide
Draw me a map that leads me back to you
I don't know where to go, please tell me what to do
Help me find the road you're on
I just need directions home
Draw me a map that leads me back to you
You're my destiny and destination
Understand my desperation - you
The only place I wanna be
So get us back to you and me
Draw me a map that leads me back to you
I don't know where to go, please tell me what to do
Help me find the road you're on
I just need directions home
Draw me a map that leads me back to you
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(featuring Miranda Lambert & Jamey Johnson)
Bad angel, get off of my shoulder
Bad angel, let me be
I'm standing at the cross roads
of Temptation and Salvation Street
I woke up bound and determined
That I would not light it up today
But one drag would stop my shakin'
Right now I could go either way
Bad angel, get off of my shoulder now
Bad angel, let me be
I'm standing at the cross roads
of Temptation and Salvation Street
(Miranda Lambert)
Well the cap is on the bottle
and the bottle is on the shelf
Should I take it or leave it?
Honey, how am I gonna help myself?
Bad angel, get off of my shoulder (get on off of my shoulder)
Bad angel, let me be (oh let me be)
I'm standing at the cross roads
of Temptation and Salvation Street
(Jamey Johnson)
Well I know I should not gamble
'Cause I can't afford to lose
She'd hang me from the rafters
Put the laces in my old working shoes
Bad angel, get off of my should
Bad angel, let me be
I'm standing at the cross roads
of Temptation and Salvation Street
Yes I'm standing at the cross roads
of Temptation and Salvation
Temptation and Salvation
Temptation and Salvation Street
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Up in the window light tonight
Where I can see your silhouette
I've been throwin' little stones
But I don't believe you've even heard me yet
Today you crossed your heart
And said you'd meet me in the dark
When I called you on the phone
You pretended you weren't home
Hey baby, what do you say
Won't you come on outside tonight
The moon is finally shinin' bright as day
Hey what do you say
Can't you hear the music in the wind
And see our shadows on the ground
Aw won't you come on down
We're gonna do a little fiddlin' around
Can't ya hear the banjo's ringin' through the air
There'll be mandolins and guitars everywhere
Now don't you wanna be there
Hey baby, what do you say
Won't you come on outside tonight
The moon is finally shinin' bright as day
Hey what do you say
Can't you hear the music in the wind
And see our shadows on the ground
Aw won't you come on down
We're gonna do a little fiddlin' around
If you'd look outside, you'd see the lights
Of my old corvette
Are you tryin' to drive me crazy babe
Or did you just forget
Hey baby, what do you say
Won't you come on outside tonight
The moon is finally shinin' bright as day
Hey what do you say
Can't you hear the music in the wind
And see our shadows on the ground
Aw won't you come on down
We're gonna do a little fiddlin' around
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Well come on in and sit right down
Surprised to see you're still around
You broke my heart, that's history
I'm still alive and you're dead to me
I hung the crapes up on my door
I cried for you six months or more
I gave a heartfelt eulogy
I said goodbye, you're dead to me
It didn't take a gun, didn't take a knife
I don't have to take your life
To bury you beneath the weeds
I'm over you, you're dead to me
It's plain to see you're above the ground
You haunt the streets of this old town
You're still as fine as fine can be
Well that's good for you, you're dead to me
It didn't take a gun, didn't take a knife
I don't have to take your life
To bury you beneath the weeds
I'm over you, you're dead to me
So let me pour you a glass of wine
I'll leave the poison out this time
Already killed your memory
So here's to you, you're dead to me
Already kileld your memory
Don't take this wrong, you;re dead to me
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(featuring Del McCoury and The Punch Brothers)
One man come in the name of love
One man come and go
One man come here to justify
One man to overthrow
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
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There's a place where love grows wild
Where hearts can trust just like a child
A wild thing, it don't need a lot
It just grows on what it's it got
It still grows no matter what
I used to be too hard to care
But till you do, you ain't nowhere
Once I just threw love away
But that fool was yesterday
Now my heart is home to stay
Wild things grow on less than a little
And darling I know it'll be
You and me right down in the middle
Where love grows wild
Gave up all those valentines
Now I just want the one that's mine
I will say I love you so
When I do it, you will know
Darling I will never go
Wild things grow on less than a little
And darling I know it'll be
You and me right down in the middle
Where love grows wild
You give me the sweetest love
You must be straight from above
And you're so good at loving me
You're so fine, it's plain to see
This was surely meant to be
Wild things grow on less than a little
And darling I know it'll be
You and me right down in the middle
Where love grows wild
There's a place where love grows wild
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(featuring Kris Kristofferson)
You ask me if I'm happy now
That's good as any joke I've heard
It seems since I've seen you last
I done forget the meaning of the words
If happiness is empty rooms
And drinkin' in the afternoon
Well I guess I'm as happy as a clam
But if it's got a thing to do
With smilin' or forgettin' you
Well I don't guess that I could say I am
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
When the water from the weeds had soaked the papers
He'd been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' though
And his future feels as empty as the pockets in his pants
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
You wonder if I'm better off
With freedom now to do the things I choose
Well all my times my own and
I've got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose
There's no one here to carry on
If I stay out the whole night long
Or give a tinkers damn if I don't call
I'm livin' like I wanted to
And doin' things I wanna do
And nothin' means a thing to me at all
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
When the water from the weeds had soaked the papers
He'd been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' though
And his future feels as empty as the pockets in his pants
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
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Here in Harlan County, the choices are few
To keep food on the table and the babies in shoes
You can grow marijuana way back in the pines
Or work for the man down in the mine
You never forget your first day in the hole
There's a pit in your stomach and your mouth's full of coal
There's no turning back once you make up your mind
As the cart rattles on down in the mine
Way down in the mine, your tears turn to mud
And you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungs
Loading hillbilly gold where the sun never shines
Twelve hours a day, diggin' your grave
Way down in the mine
Well the old timers talk but you just don't believe
It can all go to hell at two thousand feet
Life sways in the balance of nature and time
And fate has no mercy down in the mine
The news spreads like fire and burned through those hills
Hopes were held high but five men got killed
On the wings of canaries, your soul surely flies
While your bones spend eternity down in the mine
Way down in the mine, your tears turn to mud
And you can't catch your breath for the dust in your lungs
Loading hillbilly gold where the sun never shines
Twelve hours a day, diggin' your grave
Way down in the mine
So take a flask from your crib can can and a pull of moonshine
And say a prayer for them boys down in the mine
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