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04/20/2004 |
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2. | Down In The Valley |
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4. | Mary |
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12. | West End |
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The waves are settling down, and the sun has sunk into the sand
And the only calm this city gives is living in these ocean sounds
Well, it's not as bad as it could be, it's just not as good as I thought it would be
You'll find out what you miss most when you're out alone on the West Coast
In a longfall, yes, it's gonna be a longfall
I'm not sure why I'm still here, when I left my life seemed so clear
Now my dreams are heavy things that are muddied by reality
Cause I can't find good pay, and there's no game days on Saturdays
Yes, the only tailgates I see down are loading smack and crack cocaine
For a long haul, up the West Coast in this longfall
My girl loved the price of fame, I lost her when she changed her name
Her face used to feel so soft, 'til her agent's doctor pulled it off
She got a new nose and cheekbones, and a bit part on a TV show
But a home can turn to a frozen place, when the one you love's got a stranger's face
It's a longfall, out in LA, It's a longfall. Still no rain, and I don't feel the same
Just when I thought I'd head on back, I saw a black haired girl on the concrete path
She flung her hair back with her hands, between the setting sun and a coffee stand
And in the fading light I could barely see, when she fired up a Winston and gave it to me
She said, "You look like someone I know";
I said, "I do, well, thanks for the care, cause it shows."
In this longfall, there's fine folks out on the West Coast
It's just a longfall, where there's no cold, and no one gets old
In this longfall, there's no rain, but I know Jane will change
In this longfall, yes, I know things have got to change
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It's getting late and she's in bed.
And all she ever said was get to Atlanta.
The summer's coming and I'm heading home.
So I hung up the phone and looked outside
Turned my head and cleared my mind.
To Atlanta
The summers coming and I'm heading home
And the hardest part, yeah the hardest part
Is the way, It's the way
Nobody hears you when you're poor
So I'll shut my mouth some more
Til Atlanta
The summer's coming and I'm heading home
And the hardest part, yeah the hardest part
Is the way, It's the way
For Atlanta
For Atlanta
For Atlanta
For Atlanta
The Summer's coming and I'm heading home!
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Tide keeps creeping, squeezing me to row.
Sad surrender of the summertime of my soul.
Water will you wash me down and away.
Carry me home, to the place where I need to lay.
Carry you there and halfway here again.
Trying to freeze-frame, when the second hand seems to spin.
I wonder can you tell me how to keep on flowing to then from now.
There's a quiet and a rest,
It ain't that bad, but far from the best,
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.
And the time I wait will be my time to tell
If I'm walking blind or if I'm running well,
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.
Rain crash harder, leave a ripple on my front page.
Flood rise higher to drown out my age.
Wave break down over me; send me walking to where I need to be.
There's a quiet and a rest,
It ain't that bad, but far from the best,
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.
And the time I waste will be my time to tell
If I'm walking blind or if I'm running well,
And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.
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I caught her face in horizon clouds, soak up the smoke from her last goodbye
But I can't feel pain cause there's no one to blame
Averly was always meant to be free, when she left she thought it best to take some company
That's when she broke my chains and we took off
They never knew we were gone till the dawn cried
Chorus:
Hey Hey, Averly
Ain't it 'bout time to see
Where you need to be tonight
If you've got the mind to spare
Send it to the ones who care about you
Don't waste your breath on running alone
Just bring it on home sweet Averly Jane
Walkin' down these ol' graveled tracks, cause I lost her at the Great Divide
I got my sweat-stained sleeve to wipe my brow dry
every footprint is caked in rust, while my boots are shining rails I fight the rising dust
Then I feel her face up in the sunrise
They never knew we were gone till the dawn cried
Chorus
Bridge:
And if you feel the highway scream beneath your feet
Just take a look around and remember what you see
Cause you might find a friend you know, burning through the morning cold
To help you find your way back home through the misty haze
Hope to see you down again Averly Jane
I caught the glare of a passerby, just a sittin' on the side of the street
He wore his heart on his sleeve, just to watch it bleed
He said, "Son, you look a lot like myself, if I was you I'd put my dreams back on the shelf."
I said, "When I come home, I won't be alone
I won't be sittin' on the side of the road while the sun cries."
Chorus
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I woke up on The Battery on a Charleston Friday night
With my dirt-stained Corduroys and Balances crumpled up by my side
I said goodbye to my company, then I shook it on down the line
Sometimes I get a little lonely, and wish I hadn't left her behind
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'Cause every highway bears a bright sign, posted on the side of a roaring world
And every passerby rolls back again, and in the end, you get what you're looking for
So just give me my good friends, And a good hearted woman
Just give me some high times to fall back on
Sometimes I might need a cool drink and the good Lord to save me
Then I will be found, then I will be found
Ran out of gas on the freeway, 'bout a quarter mile from Abilene
That Texas sun just-a hung in the sky, smiling on me
A stranger stopped named Casey, said he's a friend of a friend of mine
He said, "It shore is a small world." I said, "It suits me just fine."
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Well they put me in a jail cell before a race in Bristol, Tennessee
Don't you go to Sully County if you want to be free
But there are two ways you can take things, you can make them right or keep them wrong
So I kept my mouth closed and played Dominoes 'til the judge sent me home
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So just give me my good friends
And a good hearted woman
Just give me some high times to fall back on
Sometimes I might need a strong drink
And the good Lord to save me
Then I will be found, I will be found
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the sun is up and i'm on the rise
head to work but i'm feeling fine
seems like everybody i know has come around
we're just a small town
when al and john and i were kids
i did what a younger brother did
i would watch them chase rattlers from the ground
and i prayed they'd never leave this town
but al and john went to Iraq
when al came home he held my mothers hand
as the church bells rang the whole town broke down
war in a small town
yeah!
when my work is done and the moon comes up
i'm gonna call the preachers daughter and start my truck
everybody but the preacher knows where were bound
but aint no one talkin since my brother went down
we're gonaa cross the strip to the liquor store
we're gonna pass the party on the river's shore
tonight she says she wants higher ground
way above the lights of our home town
and one day she'll be my wife
and the preacher will swear that we've done it right
but if he could hear tonight these sounds
love in a small town
yeah
well i dont guess that i'll ever see
paris, rome, or nyc
the strip and the river thats were i'm found
we're just a small town
we're just a small town
yeah
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I'm not asking you to understand.
All that I do that's just the way I am.
But all I want is to be your man.
Just let me be your....your bad habit.
Just tell me what you need and you'll have it now
Just tell her heart to release me
I'm only with her cause I've had to fight against the world that wants to run our lives.
But I would stop to be with you tonite.
Just let me be your....your bad habit
Just tell me what you need and you'll have it now
Just tell her heart to release me
And you still please me so come on babe release me.
Leaving her now, I'm never thinking
'Til we went out by the river now I'm sinking down
Those days are gone
Thanks to you, now all I wanted is the love thats flowing through you
Just let me be your....your bad habit
Just let me be your....your bad habit
Just let me be your....your bad habit
Just let me be your....your bad habit
[Instrumental break]
Just let me be your....your bad habit
Just let me be your....your bad habit
Just let me be your....your bad habit
Just let me be your....your bad habit
I'm not asking you to understand.
But all I want is to be your man
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Chorus:
I watch the sunset falling down
I hear the voices coming through this overcrowded town
And yes, I know that time it flies by so fast
You better find yourself something that lasts
There is just not enough time to hold onto the past
It either makes you bitter or keeps you looking back
But if you need someone to help you in moving on
I have a will to make right what has been goin’ wrong
What you need it will be coming around
Yes, I will bring it back somehow
Chorus
If this web could be broken, don't you think I would
But I am just a fly caught in this neighborhood
These streets are cracked and scattered and baked beyond belief
One day I'll shake myself free and step out from the heat
What you need it will be coming around
Yes, I will bring it out somehow
Chorus
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There's an old man standing by a pond
Smiling like the world could do no wrong
Cool water runs against his toes
As he holds the petals of a yellow rose
Years ago in Central Park
He and his woman disappeared in the dark
And underneath the city's glow
They left the petals of a yellow rose
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So would you be my, my yellow rose
Would you stand beside me when the wild wind blows
I'm only asking cause I, I'd like to know
Oh, would you be my Yellow Rose
They came in on a Jersey train
He took her hand and said, "I love you Jane."
She saw the passing of a garden's row
And said, "I'd be yours if I had one of those."
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So would you be my Yellow Rose
Would you wake beside me in the morning glow
I'm only asking cause I'd like to know
Would you be my Yellow Rose
The water is still, and the woman is gone
But the old man ain't moving on
Cause there are moments when all you need
Is a cool pond and a memory
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Looking out on these back streets that you brought me,
All I see has been bought, kept for safety,
Trade the rift of the change for the landing,
Save the light for the few that's left standing.
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You tried to tell me
these are the good times,
Guess we'll find out
Down the line, down the line
Walking out used to be so easy
Close the door while the light was still fading
But those times seem to fade into memories
And bring us here while those streets are left sleeping
Chorus
It's what we left behind.
It's what we found inside
So what is on your mind
Now that we're wasted, and sitting on top of the world
Sitting on top of the world
Sitting on top of the world
Sitting on top of the world
Sitting on top of the world
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The cocaine bag, and your lovers numbers
Found in the bottom of our baby's crib
I've never asked for what you have given
And I can't take it for another day
And if you say I've become a stranger
In this house that I built for you
Then I would ask you to reconsider
Your rendezvous out on Lake Pontchartrain
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I have been wronged and I have been mad
I have planned violence in the face of love
I tore the wires, and left them tattered
I swear the both of you won't make it back, Hey, Hey
I never knew why men would turn to violence
Then I met you and it came all too clear
The whiskey, whining, and constant lying
And the cheating in our very own bed
Chorus
So cheating men and cheating women
Don't deserve half of what they tore away
Just a brief float in my old johnboat
And blow them up upon the Pontchartrain
Chorus
Fire on the Pontchartrain (Fire on the Pontchartrain
I'll watch the rising flame, and make a toast
then I'll buy myself a brand new boat
Fire on the Pontchartrain (Fire on the Pontchartrain)
Fire on the Pontchartrain (Fire on the Pontchartrain)
Fire on the Pontchartrain (Fire on the Pontchartrain)
Fire on the Pontchartrain
Such a beautiful light, such a beautiful light
Such a beautiful life, such a beautiful life
Such a beautiful life
That night on the Pontchartrain
I saw you leaving in the pouring rain
Turned my head and I count to ten
Now I want you back again, Such a beautiful life
That night on the Pontchartrain
I saw you leaving in the pouring rain
I turned my head and I count to ten
But I want you back again
It's a beautiful light...for such a beautiful lie
It was a beautiful light, such a beautiful lie
Such a beautiful life
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