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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


Roadhouse Sun (06/02/2009)
06/02/2009
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Ryan Bingham, Day Is Done
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Artist: Bingham Ryan
Song: Day Is Done
Album: Roadhouse Sun
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Let your mammas cry when the trains roll at night
Let the wildfires fly with the soul of child

Chorus:
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.

Let the coyotes cry, underneath heaven's eyes,
Never speak of death, cause only life can rest.

Chorus: Repeat

Will you save the last dance, will you give the boy a chance,
Before you wave your flag and he dies in Iraq.


. . .



I'm a homeless man with my thumb in the wind
I sure miss my kin but then again,
I'm on the road with a song for you.

I took a step, I lost a bet,
They cut off my tongue now they're full of regret,
Careful what you say if they ain't gonna listen anyway.

Just make the cash, bet on the past,
Everybody's so afraid to be last,
You can't take back everything you leave behind.

Chorus:
Is everybody so ashamed, for letting it all slide.
Is everybody so afraid, Mr. Dylan's hard rain was fair warning.

On a shake down in the alley,
Breaking people's faces gonna start you up a rally,
I've never seen a day in the sun with gun,
That's loaded for you.

There's some hippies, in the back room,
Rockin' and a rollin' and a smoking to an old tune,
Someone took a guitar and a match, and set peace on fire.

Hey my brotha, what is wrong,
You lost all your money on the corner rollin' bones,
Give him your cash motherfucker, he's too fast for you.

Chorus: repeat

On the T.V. there's a white man,
Too much make up on his wife with god's plan.
I guess the religious vote, made it to congress.

On the border of Tijuana,
People are growing truck loads of marijuana,
Maybe someday are friends can be American farmers.

There's a necklace, in the south,
A few hopeless people still hanging it around,
The wind is gonna cut you down, in the long run.
Chorus: repeat

So can we save us, from today,
The hands of the wretched are the ones getting paid,
Everything stays the same, if you don't change it.

And all the dreams will bust at the seam,
It all goes down in the mighty machine,
You don't care now, but someday you might need it.

I heard the whistle, start a blowin'
Then I saw the mountain in the back come a tumblin'
Everybody's wishing they could get out of the way,
Everybody's wishing they could dig their ass out of the grave.


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Take me to see the voodoo queen,
Let her put a spell on me,
A little bit of change will ease my pain,
Gonna set a young man free.

Chorus:
Cause I've been down through your hometown
And all across your distant land.
One things for sure, honey I'll be gone,
Tell my mother I miss her so.

Take me to France and watch me dance,
Let me drink that wine,
Spinning around a dark haired girl,
Having us a good ol' time.

Chorus: repeat

When you can the medicine man,
Will let a feather set me free,
Out on the range outrunning them trains,
You're never gonna see me leave


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Do you really think you know,
Exactly where I stand,
Or did I just let you down,
When you found out I was just a poor man,
I might of took a few wrong turns,
Down a few wrong roads,
Wound up in a few wrong towns,
Where nobody cares or goes.

Chorus:
It ain't that I can't see,
Or find my way home,
It's just that I like to breath,
Out on country roads.

I've never been much on down town,
Or cared for a place to stay,
I know I'll never wear a crown,
I'll never be a king of slaves,
Wash my hands in the rain,
I've spent my time with the whiskey,
I'll never give up on change,
Or give a fuck if you will ever miss me.

Chorus: repeat

I know I'll never stick around.
I'll never lose track of time,
Or worry about a little old town,
Or what I might of left behind,
I'll just let the sun shine down,
I'll just let them big wheels roll,
Keep on running around,
Them old country roads.


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My bluebird, my blue bird can fly as far as I can see
My bluebird has everything I need
My bluebird, my bluebird knows my deepest desires,
My bluebird, my bluebird will catch me just before the fire.

Chorus:
I'm down on the river baby, but I'm stuck on the other side love,
From a rope my heart is hanging, water rises on a lonely soul,
And I'll take my chances breathing, ain't never gonna hold my breath,
Because I know if I stay waiting, my bluebird is gonna bleed to death.

My bluebird, my bluebird wing can fly above it all,
My bluebird will help me stand and be strong,
My bluebird, my bluebird will never beg upon a knee,
My bluebird, my bluebird knows I need to believe

Chorus: repeat

My bluebird, my bluebird knows my deepest desires
My bluebird, my bluebird will catch me just before the fire

Chorus: repeat


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Falling down on me, before you taste the rage,
Burn me down, I'm a book not a page
Lend me your dream, here's a wing for my pay
When the shoe's on the other foot, you ain't got much to say,

I know you see the ghost on the side of the road,
Silhouettes of headlights, are where ya gonna go,
You see your mamma smile, you hear a song that you adore
Amazing grace, won't unlock your door

Chorus:
Now it's time for you to she'd your snake eyes,
It's time for you to go,
Lay on the table the rest of your lies,
It's time for you to go

All the crying is over, all the love is gone
And all that remains, are the words in a song
And anywhere but here, is where I belong,
Cause none of your prophecies have ever seen where I've gone


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I'm a getting so tired, of what you say
You're letting this whole world, go down the drain
I'm gonna stand up, and say my name
Cause I'm a getting tired of your endless ways

You want more money, in your hand
You want more blood from a foreign land
I'm a gonna stand up, and say my name
Cause everybody's tired of your endless ways

I'm a getting so tired of what you say
I'm a gonna stand up, and get in your face
I'm getting so tired, of what you say
Everybody's tired of your endless ways

You think your lies, will ever die
You think we won't hear, the people cry
You should wake up, and hear us say
That everybody's tired of your endless ways


. . .



Take yourself out of your mind
Away from everything they say you are
A breeding bed of lies builds nothing at all
I'd rather be standing up tall and strong

Take yourself out of your mind
Open your eyes to the morning sun
Take into yourself everything you have become
If you believe enough to lead there's nothing to be won

Take yourself out of your mind
Listen to the rhythm of a different drum
Start with just a walk and break into a run
Together we will come and see the madness be undone

Take yourself out of mind
Move out the way or tear down the wall
Don't start it all over if it has not been resolved
If you stray there is no change in the end your gonna fall

Chorus:
Change is in your mind
Change is part of your life
Change is in your mind
Change is in your eyes

Take yourself out of your mind
Wake up to the morning sun
Take into yourself everything you have become
If you believe than you can lead there's nothing to be won


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If I had the chance to hold you again
In my crying eyes
I would take a chance and fall in love with you
But I know, I couldn't have one more dance
To bring you back to the rolling highway blues

Cause I'm back, to falling down again my friends
I don't have any more luck to lose
I wish the train would haul away every card I choose
And bring you back to the rolling highway blues

Chorus:
And darlin' don't regret, leaving a drunken fool
And darlin' don't respect, a man that don't care for you
Never go back to the rolling highway blues

Cause every night I fall asleep with whiskey in my mind
Hoping that I might wake up next to you
But I know that I will wake alone
In the morning dew
And head back out on the rolling highway blues


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Hey hey what can you say you might head out to California
Think you got you something to say, who knows who cares anyway
Oh no don't make a stand you might piss off the government man
He might put a pistol in your hand, put you on a boat to go play in the sand
Sand castles in the sky, Jimmy's gonna play when I die
Face first in the mud, don't talk back cause he's got a gun

On the road driving fast, see how long your heart can last,
Can that gypsy see your past, save your ass from the devils wrath
Hell no, I won't go, I'm gonna roll bones with the devil you know,
Take all of his silver and gold, put it in the hands of the poor folks

Hey hey what can you say, is Wal-Mart squeezing out your brain,
Whipping your ass with a restaurant chain, pumping that poison in your
Vein,
Tell the blind that they will see, but they can't afford that pharmacy,
Cut 'em down if they don't agree, do you really care what a sick man
Needs
Down on the ground you freaked out clown, can't be saying them
Things out loud,
Better off turning that smile to a frown, hands on your head till you
All calm down

Hey hey what do you say,
Is everybody scared of the man these days,
Scared to be you, scared to be me,
Scared to believe that you can see,
People in need, dying of disease

Oh know where do you go, blisters on your feet with your frozen toes,
Preacher man trying to save your soul, teaching you things you
Already know

Hey hey what can you say, the cops will taser all of your brains,
Can't be saying those crazy things, ain't enough money
In change these days,
Corporate money singing jing a ling, won't you believe
In the president's ways,
Give your rights away and say hurray

Hey hey what can say, they pulled the plug on your membrane,
Back to the streets with dope to blame, putting your voice back in it's place
Hey hey what can you say, you think that they can change their ways,
I bet they can if they get paid, Prozac will come save the day

Hey hey what can you say, the big man spends your hard earned pay,
Yellow brick roads have turned to clay, choking blue collars to a dollar a
Day
Hey hey what can say, shut your mouth or get the way,
Speak your mind or go insane, it's a choice that you can make
How long can you get a long, do ya really need to drop them bombs,
Write your words down on a bong, roll that joint and smoke this song


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I've been paying them road house dues
Since I was a young boy
Drifting and ramblin' with my old man
Searching around for that West Texas oil

Chorus:
Well ain't nobody know
Where I'm gonna go
Ain't nobody know these here gypsy roads

Straight out them bad lands well I come a runnin
Out of New Mexico
Eighteen wheelers and freight trains and pump jacks
Well hell I rode upon

Chorus: repeat

Mr. Armadillo don't stand in my way
I ain't gonna stick around here
I don't know why I can't fly this gypsy ride
On out the cosmic cowboy atmosphere


. . .



I've been wasting my time, I don't need no more rain
I've been gone for so long I think the devil lost my name
I took a little ride on a heartache highway
Lovin' from you honey keeps me moving on my way

Chorus:
When I go astray
Lose my way
Honey I go down
To the wishing well

Standing at them cross roads I've been begging for change
I said I've been gone for so long I think the devil lost my name
The big wheel is burning up the rubber and the highway is killing time
This here gut less six string eases my mind

Chorus: repeat

I said I've been wasting my time, I don't need no more rain
Blood drips from my knuckles cause it helps ease the pain
Standing at them cross roads I've begging for change
I said I been gone for so long I think the devil lost my name


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