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Ryan Bingham
Ryan Bingham


Background information
Birth name George Ryan Bingham
Born March 31, 1981
Origin Hobbs, New Mexico, United States
Genre(s) Roots Rock
Years active 2006—present
Label(s) Lost Highway Records
Website Website



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Ryan Bingham Album


Mescalito (10/02/2007)
10/02/2007
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when I die lord wont you put me up on that train
when I die lord wont you put my soul up on a train
wont you send it southbound give it a cool bluesman name
Ive been lost out on those back roads so many times I've gone blind
well and losing faith in my family had drove me right out my damn mind

chorus:
but on the south side of heaven wont you take me home
cuz i've been broke down in Texas so long it's getting cold

Well I've been a desperado in West Texas so long I need a change
and in ten long years this old place aint seen a drop of rain
and that wind blows everyday just like a desert snow
like a lost bound train running on cocaine and outta control

(chorus)

well those Louisiana byways and those lonesome Texas Highways roll on
wont you take me where the poor man lives its where I call home
and can't you see that a breeze is just a change in pace
and money cant buy my soul because it comes from a hard earned place

(chorus)


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Everytime I turn around
A man tries to get me down
I just can't see your face
I'm blinded by the sun
Living on the run
And I can't remember this place

Take me to the other side
Wind won't you let me ride
Take me to the other side, pretty mama
And on the wind won't you let me ride

Everytime I turn around
A man's trying to get me down
I just can't see your face
I'm driving on the river
Tires on my mercedes goin' (?)
It's time to put the hammer down

Won't you take me to the other side
Let me go when I'm high
Take me to the other side, pretty mama
And on the wind won't you let me ride

Cowboy's your given name
Nothing ever stays the same
'Cept the rain falling down
You can't keep from goin'
No the wind is always damn cold
It's time to put the hammer down

Won't you take me to the other side
Let me go when I'm high
Take me to the other side, pretty mama
And on the wind won't you let me ride

Won't you take me to the other side
On the wind won't you let me ride


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I've lived without bread and I've lived without water,
Stuck outside the middle of the desert wishin' I was home.
Long way from no where, wishin' I was somewhere,
Sombre de Cristo to the Devils Backbone.

I've been to California and North Carolina,
Hung with the hippies in Austin and the cowboys of Mexico.
I've laid up in Fort Worth with beautiful ladies,
hitch hiked on down to Tijuana and hit the rodeo in San Anton...

In the back of a Ranchero, I rode down to Laredo,
had a good time with the la posadi, yea you know I was left alone.
On a rig out of El Paso, rainin' down in Houston,
told the truck driver put the pedal to the metal cause Houston gets me down.
On down to Louisiana, Whiskey River Landing,
crawfish pie and eat jambalaya with a big ole coon ass smile.




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Don't wait for me
'Cause I'll be running late
By the flowers upon my grave
Don't wait for me
'Cause I'll be coming home
Don't wait for me
Long by the telephone

Chorus:

'Cause I'm wild running through the hills
And my eyes are wondering how you feel
And the miles upon miles keep falling from the sky
Don't wait for me
When the flowers die

Don't wait for me
I have many miles to go
Don't wait for me
I have nothing left to show
Don't wait for me
Wonderin' what is wrong
Don't wait for me
I'll catch up at the break of dawn

Chorus

Don't wait for me
Sleepin' in the summer sun
Don't wait for me
With my pillow lies my gun
Don't wait for me
I'm gonna finish last
Don't wait for me
I'm mending fences of my past

Chorus

Don't wait for me
When the flowers die


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Onda Cielo y toca la sierra
Trabajando amigos acsentado le piedra
Vaqueros montamos, Caballos boracho
Esperando acsente del sol
Palo en Mexico

Buzzards they circle old crosses on hills
The heart of the desert pound under my heels
I hear tell of Aztec gold, buried in the hills of old Mexico

Onda Cielo y toca la sierra
Trabajando amigos acsentado le piedra
Vaqueros montamos, Caballos boracho
Esperando acsente del sol
Palo en Mexico


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Well sunshine
Fall on me
Won't you tell me
When the hour is late
Tell them old crows
Want to fly away
Tell the darkness
That you ain't no slave
Well sunshine

Won't you follow me
Through the night
Won't you guide me
When we go by
Says trouble
Along the road ahead
Some lawmen
Really want me dead
Well sunshine

Ain't done nothing
Is what I told that man
Said I ain't done nothing
With these two hands
See there ain't no blood
Ain't no blood on my hands
Stains to come
Made the government mad
Well sunshine

Well sunshine
Follow me
Won't you guide me
Till I can see
Tell them old crows
Want to fly away
Tell the darkness
That you ain't no slave


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An empty sack of dust
Or just a box of bones
Call me what you will, son
My name's Travelin' Jones
And I search for the fire
Stumbled upon with a precious desire

Travelin' Jones
Have you seen the miles
Have you smelled the whiskey and the smoke
Burnin' out underneath your tires
Travelin' Jones
You're the Travelin' Jones
Tell me the secrets of an endless road

It's not where you've been, son
It's what you understand
Do you know the right from wrong
Tell me, boy, are you an honest man
Have you ever felt the fire
Stumbled upon with a precious desire

Have your fingers bled, boy
Off sin's strings
Tied to that wooden box
That you're playin' across your knee
Have you ever felt the fire
Stumbled upon with a precious desire

Travelin' Jones
I've seen the miles
I've played in every honky-tonk bar
Behind that chicken wire
Travelin' Jones
You're the Travelin' Jones
Tell me the secrets of an endless road

An empty sack of dust
Or just a box of bones
Call me what you will, son
My name's Travelin' Jones
And I found the fire


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When I was young my daddy said, Son
Never be ashamed of where your from
There's nothin wrong with your last name
Don't be lookin for people to blame

Cause hard times they come and they go
Most of the time they're in the middle of the road
It's the same pain in different ways
Don't your know, Son, when it pours it rains

Chorus

Hard times
In the middle of your road
Hard times
Creepin up on the good folks you know
Hard times
You daddy wakes up and you lit the stove
Hard times
From the California hills to the Coverdale Road

You got yours and I have mine
Mostly good folks have tried and tried
To make a livin on your minimum wage
Your coming up short nearly every day

And what's enough and what's the cost
You can't stand up cause all is lost
You roll us up and your doors are locked
There's a poor boy livin on every block

Chorus

Hard times
In the middle of your road
Hard times
Creepin up on the good folks you know
Hard times
You're livin down the rest of you knows
Hard times
From the California hills to the Coverdale Road

When I was young my daddy said, Son
Never be ashamed of where your from
There's nothin wrong with your last name
So don't be lookin for people to blame

Cause hard times they come and they go
And most of the time they're in the middle of your road
It's the same pain, different way
Don't your know when it pours it rains

And it'll always be around
Followin you from town to town
But you can get up when it puts you down
Cause everybody's got 'em if you look around

Chorus

Hard times
In the middle of your road
Hard times
Creepin up on the good folks you know
Hard times
Huddled around a wood burnin stove
Hard times
From the California hills to the Coverdale Road


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Well I've been workin in the goddamn sun
With just for a dollar a day
Been workin for a dollar a day
I've been workin for a dollar a day

Man I never understand why all my money
Goes down to man at the bank
And all he does is sit and think
About the money that I'm gonna make

And all of my brothers well their jumpin on planes
And they going off fighting in wars
They are lowered on a desert shore
Fighting for my freedom and a little bit of oh

Man it sure does cost well a whole lot of money
Well to live in the land of the free
Well I think I'll go and plant me a seed
Grow a marijuana money tree

Well then I'm gonna head down to south louisiana
With a guitar on my back
Corn bread and a gunny sack
Maybe uncle sam'll cut me some slack

I've been digging in the rock since five o'clock
And my calluses is cut to the bone
Well the soles in my shoes is worn
Cuz I've been diggin in the rocks since dawn

Well I've been workin in the goddamn sun
With just for a dollar a day
I've been workin for a dollar a day
Cause I need a little money to save


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Take it easy mama
Lay your head down
Hold on to my lovin
We're both gonna need it now
Take it easy mama
Lay your head down
Rest your head on my shoulder
It's a long way into town

It's hard
When you're alone
It's hard
When everybodys free

Take it easy mama
Lay your head down
Hold on to my lovin
We're both gonna need it now
Take it easy mama
Lend me your smile
Let your falling head come down
Ground me with your smile

It's hard
When you're alone
It's hard
When everybodys free
It's hard
When you're alone
It's hard
When everybodys stoned

Take it easy mama
Lay your head down
Let your falling head come down
Ground me with your smile
Take it easy mama
Lay your head down
Hold on to my lovin
We're both gonna need it now
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Oh sittin’ in a truck stop
With my Cowboy Boots and my Guitar
I’ve been livin’ on a tip box
It was meant for cigars

Long Way From Georgia
Long Way From Georgia

Oh I’m out on the highway Yeah Yeah

I have no regrets
‘Cause I’m livin’ my way
Long coffee and cigarettes

Long Way From Georgia
Long Way From Georgia

Oh wind this highway is my poem
Oh through the night I ride on
I just keep on rollin’ on
‘Cause I’m a long way from home

Long Way From Georgia
Long Way From Georgia

Oh sittin’ in a truck stop
And a waitress tells me
Ah boy you got a good smile
Might take you a long way
Say boy you better make it count
‘Cause you’re a long way from Georgia





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If you ever see me walking down the side of the road
Do you ever stop and wonder why
Would you think it's lost that I paid the cost
Stop and give a poor boy a ride
And forget my past

'Cause if I ever get home, I'm never gonna worry 'bout the things that I could've done
'Cause I've done a lot of things I could've done better
But now it don't matter none

'Cause I've raised my glass

I fell in love and then lost touch
I dropped it and broke her heart
I drove off a cliff
And I barely missed
Walkin' days through the park

With a selfish boy

But I have not forgot that the food in the pot ain't cookin' for a boy like me
I been fightin' all night with the dogs in the alley, looking for a bone to eat
Been starving to death

Everybody's troubled with the hustle and the bustle
The payment on the house is late
If I ever have a problem like that
I guess I'll be in pretty good shape

You can kiss my ass goodbye

'Cause when I feel the wind blow
See a ghost in the road
And headlights are a beautiful sight

And out in the desert
I can sit under them heavens
And watch the sun keep settin' for miles

And here comes another song

Then I take a pen and a little piece of paper
I scribble on down the lines
And what you're hearing now
Is something I found
Hidin' way down inside

With the cellar of my heart

And I hope everybody had a real good time
I hope I didn't bring you down
These ain't sad songs
So don't take 'em wrong
I haven't been home in a while

Well, I'll see you all around


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Here I go again
Straight up out the motel
Hock my guitar out of a pawn shop jail
If I quit, I'm just rolling the dice
Couldn't pass up the red beans and rice
Singing

Chorus:
Oh, my my
See them girls shake their ass
Underneath the sunrise
Oh, my my
Taste the sugar on their lips
Underneath that moonlight

Well I've never met the devil with a one-eyed dog
You can lead a blind man out of Vietnam
Everybody's beggin, everybody wants a chance
Stuck in a storm, we'll do a rain dance

Chorus

I'm taking my chances
I'm taking my sins
Throwin' 'em down the hill and i'll watch 'em come around again
Watched 'em fall, watched 'em rise up to the sky
A hundred miles an hour across the river to the other side

Chorus


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For what it's worth
A nickels just a nickel son
Your pleasure becomes your pain
It's gonna hurt
Your out on the road
Your just an old horse walking alone
Shaken off the miles been rode
Pardon me
Through the valley of the shadows
Wickedness unravels

Some crooked man
Dealing cards to an honest man
Stealing up all his farming land
It's a damn shame
His oldest son is starving now
There ain't no mule to pull the plow
There ain't no rain
Cause all the crops are burning dry
Except for the tear in his mama's eye
In her eye
Everything is fine

With one touch
The water turns to rust
Tell me who is there to trust
Anymore
Your falling fast
You're just a rock in glass
Running from your shattered past

For what it's worth
Said a nickels just a nickel son
Your pleasure becomes your pain
It's gonna hurt
Your out on the road
Your just an old horse walking alone
Shaken off the miles been rode
Pardon me
Through the valley of the shadows
Wickedness unravels

With one touch
Said the water turns to rust
Tell me who is there to trust
Anymore
When your falling fast
You're just a rock in glass
Running from your shattered past
Tell me all you need
Is a guitar string and a bended knee
A country boy, that's all you need to be

Think I'm in tune
Always gotta be a fucking train

Sometimes I can't recall
What's left of me
Laughter on my back been peeled on off
And the past is always catching up with me
But I'm tired of stepping on memories and walking on
If you could only see the best in me
I wouldn't have to pick the guitar or write you a song
But you only be what you can see
And I guess the heart don't always come with the soul

I think I'll go on and call my mama
Tell her I loving you if I ever did ever drove me away
It wasn't that I didn't want to stick around
Just I couldn't find the courage in the bottom of the bottle to stay

Well around my old man cleared up
Well then tell him that everything will be okay
And even if you can't give up on the drinking
Well I guess I couldn't either and I still gonna love you anyways

Well I called my sister out in vegas
Well and tell her to roll the dice for me
And if you help me I'll help you roll you a seven
Well I hope you can buy you a pretty house out in la

This is the best in me


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