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Crown Vic
04:45
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ol’ Crown Vic. ol’ Crown Vic. smokey, drive me far away. in yer old Crown Vic. I’m sorry, mama. I’m sorry, dad. it weren’t yer fault I turned my hand just the way the dice land.
sirens howl for me. sirens howl for me.
they howl for me. they howl for me.
howl for me…
sometimes I dream a river. to soak my restless bones. settle down and start again. clean and straight and whole.
sirens howl for me. sirens howl for me.
they howl for me. they howl for me.
howl for me…
ol’ Crown Vic. ol’ Crown Vic. smokey, drive me far away. in yer old Crown Vic…
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Railroad Town
04:25
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darlin’, who let you down? was it yer shift-hearted man, or this railroad town? darlin’, who took you out? set you back on yer heels, and stitched in that doubt?
let the crow call yer mornin’. let the crow call yer mornin’.
you been dreamin’ so deep. a whole country.
a whole country.
past the lake and the tracks. on a hill high above the trailers and shacks. yer heart beats a procession. for the death of “true love” and love’s lessons.
let the crow call yer mornin’. the raven’s dirty kin.
you gave everything you had. can’t get it back again.
get it back again.
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Bowery Lights Fade
03:31
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after the Bowery, get on that bridge. leave the lights for the rich kids.
ride with the wind, run with those wolves. they’ll teach you how to live.
offer up yer bones and then offer up yer bed.
the Bowery lights fade and then you’re halfway home again.
they’ve given our city away. and the natives are restless
double-ought buck behind their lids. for the shotguns in their chests.
open up that breach, my friend. let yer love confess.
the Bowery lights fade and then you’re halfway home again.
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Cooper's Hawk
05:30
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on ol’ 59. just north a’ Texarkan. just south of Ashdown. holes in the Justin boots. from a rotgut dance. since I caught the news.
said you were movin’ it on. cut the leather loose. split the moon in two. well ain’t it the truth? you lost yer will. and I lost you.
Cooper’s Hawk, let yer wings spread open now.
I can see the old Red River. maybe you could take me down.
say brother, I could use some faith. I try to hear the preacher’s words. but his hands shake. oh sister, will you sister me? I got about a million dreams. but I can’t afford to fall asleep.
Cooper’s Hawk, let yer wings spread open now.
I can see the old Red River. maybe you could take me down.
Cooper’s Hawk, get on my shoulder now.
I can see the old Red River. Maybe you could take me down.
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The Rain Won't End
04:00
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all trenched in, lit by flames. this town’s got ghosts and some of ‘em know yer name. throw the kelly wire on the window pane. it’ll get you lonesome but it’ll keep you safe.
you see only what you’re after. never what could be. not what you had. it’s like death to look back.
are you afraid to cross that river? are you afraid to cross?
you got the rain on yer mission. you got the rain in yer bed. you can dance the night away. but the rain won’t end.
are you afraid to cross that river? are you afraid to cross?
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Amma's Town
05:41
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not even yer house. with its smell and its arms.
not even yer room remembers you.
you gave the devil yer heart. in trade for a star.
you gave the devil yer truth. now he’s got you.
if you make it back, Amma. put yer hands in the dirt.
wash them off with yer spit. tell yer book about it.
if you make it back, Amma. take off them fuckin’ jeans.
put yer mouth on my engine. Amma, start again…
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From Now On
06:44
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from now on I shall love only dead things. so I can be as unabashed as I please. from now on I shall love only dead things. so I can pour in all my faith knowing they’ll never leave.
the good lord giveth. and she giveth away. hand on the door. and a smile on her face. the lord taketh. and she don’t explain. how she soaks up my bed. and leaves not a stain.
from now on I shall have only good dreams. so I won’t wake my son when I scream. from now on I shall have only good dreams. and never fear their truth or what they mean.
the good lord giveth. and he giveth away. hand on the door. and a smile on his face. the lord taketh. and he don’t explain. the surgeon of my faults. the mirror of my pain.
from now on I shall seek only sunny days. so my body will not rust in the rain. from now on I shall accept that it is ending. I will let go of my convictions and my country.
the good lord giveth. and he giveth away. no limit to what his children take. I am but a string in his symphony. and he will not help me if I break.
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No Rope
10:38
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ripped from a dream like a nail in a knot. I’m goin’ down, babe. and I’m goin’ down slow. she’s riding out forever. with her white flag torn. “oh city boy, you were the leaving kind. now you’re the losing kind. you did me wrong one time too many. now you get left behind.”
you ain’t seen solitude like this, Stevie boy. I’ve earned mine. stripe to stripe. grind out a job and beat it on down. with my radio wife. if you think it comes easy. you ain’t had enough to drink. no, no. not even close. you got wisdom. but no rope to pull me out. ‘cause the truth’s a killer, man. and she’s all I got now.
if you see me start to fade away. forget all you know about blame. just put the fault on a crow or a moth. they’ll take it straight. simple and plain. if you see me start to fade away. forget all you know about the rain. get out in it. and dare it down like a jumper. who won’t stop falling till he finds that house of flames. forget all you know about worry. you spent a whole life paying that tax. sing one good hymn for the wind to take. it might carry. bring yer little cub back.
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