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Joker in the Deck
06:15
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Hello, Mary. Do you remember me?
I just got outta’ county.
Figured I’d see you. And be seen.
I figured I’d go north if the weather’s permittin’.
I was hoping you’d come with me.
I was hoping you’d kiss me
out in those pines.
I was hoping you’d be mine
as the winter changes to spring.
But I hear you’re seein’ somebody new.
I’m sure you’re true to him
and his eyes of blue.
Come on, Mary.
Come on.
Does he surprise you?
Does he know where to touch you?
When the wind is rolling
does he know how to keep you?
Does he show up on time?
Does he know how to love you
like I tried?
Come on, Mary.
Come on.
Honey, I get it now.
Some of us play with a joker in the deck.
Some of us dream so hard,
no sense in bein’ awake.
I’ve done some things, I ain’t too proud.
But I’m puttin’ them in my rearview.
So come on, Mary.
Come on.
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2. |
Tumbleweeds
03:14
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We were gettin’ southern in the backseat.
On seven dollar blackout, two tumbleweeds.
She said, “make me come, you sweet fucker, make it last!”
You ain’t never seen a town disappear this fast.
And I was young, but I was losing.
I was young, but I was losing
all kinds a’ time.
Her acne scars were diamonds on my lips.
And I tore the flowers right off her dress.
Lord, just gimme ten minutes before the world ends.
I’m gettin’ to know, gettin’ to know my friend.
And we were young, but we were losing.
We were young, but we were losing
all kinds a’ time.
Oh, strip-mall lights, are there angels on earth tonight?
Show me, show me how, show me how to get it right.
Oh, strip-mall lights, are there angels on earth tonight?
Show me, oh show me how, show me how to get it right.
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3. |
New Rivers
05:02
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See the action moving on.
Lone Grove to Elmore City.
Flat as a ballerina’s chest.
Just another stretch like all the rest.
I bought a woman back in Bonham.
We drank it down and made a mess.
She sucked the blood outta’ my stones.
Spit it in the shitter before she left.
What I’m haulin’ ain’t worth this.
The amphetamines and the coffee breath.
The white line company.
The wild rain and the king size cigarettes.
I used to believe in every town I met.
Before they were built by corporations.
I held my flag with the pride of a new father.
But now it feels like a tired obligation.
This Peterbilt’s been beaten to hell and back.
These bones of mine no kidney-belt can relax.
I got a wife back home, I ain’t seen ‘er since we wed.
I’m sure she’s found another man to fill out bed.
What I’m haulin’ ain’t worth this.
The amphetamines and the coffee breath.
The white line company.
The wild rain and the king size cigarettes.
I pray new rivers will wash me out.
I dream new rivers will wash me out.
No more romantic rollin’ stone livin’ now.
I pray new rivers will wash me out.
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4. |
Horsefly
02:03
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I am the horsefly on the screen, tired and shitless.
I am the beetle on the leaf, drinking the dew.
I am the crow on the wire, calling out the moon.
I am the hounddog behind the fence, looking right at you.
Honey, you put yer tongue on my tongue.
and we found what was missing.
Now put yer hand on my sloppy heart,
and memorize that position.
I am the last match in the book, and the wind is high.
I am the darkest part of night. You are a firefly.
I am the sunfish on the hook of a boy’s first cast.
I am the buck before the barrel, with his heart in the grass.
Honey, if I lay it all on the line
will you walk with me?
Sometimes I’m the sword, sometimes I’m the scrap.
But I know how to live free.
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5. |
American Blanket
07:17
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Not a care or a worry.
Not a care or a worry.
Truly now it’s easy.
There ain’t even a draft to dodge.
Eggs and coffee, eggs and coffee.
Cheeseburgers and beer.
My American blanket –
on my body, not a fear.
I believe in Jesus when I need an edge.
I believe I’ll live a long long time.
I don’t believe in bad weather.
I ain’t earned a cotton-pickin’ thing.
Goodbye, hard work.
I never knew you anyhow.
My daddy worked hard.
Now he’s over and out.
Hard work and rain,
you will not shake this room.
My American blanket –
on my body like a tomb.
I believe in Jesus when I need and edge.
I believe I’ll live a long long time.
I don’t believe in bad weather.
I ain’t earned a cotton-pickin’ thing.
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6. |
Quarter Clyde
03:18
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Baby baby, I got time
to sit and wonder why
you turned the engine over,
and quit yer quarter Clyde.
Baby baby, I got time
to ride out to the county line,
rusty my whistle, roll the dice,
and ease my worried mind.
I know you’re tumblin’
with another boy tonight.
I know you ain’t puttin’ up,
ain’t puttin’ up no fight.
Baby baby, I don’t mind.
The truth’s a friend of mine.
Sometimes he ain’t too kind.
But he always gets it right.
But baby baby, it’s a crime
to leave me cryin’, cryin’.
Half a’ me never felt so alive.
The other half is dyin’.
I know you’re missing
the thing you left behind.
It knows your secrets,
and pours right from your eyes.
I know you’re fading,
but I still see a light.
Let it bend me. And break me.
Let it burn me till I’m blind.
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7. |
The Wrought Iron Girl
05:28
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She ain’t no color but the pale she hides in.
She ain’t no war but the heart she rides in.
The men go one by one.
I am only one.
Tonight I’m gonna’ meet her at the old Hutchinson Creek.
She’s gonna’ turn me over till my eyes no longer see
the same dead end roads.
The roads that run through me.
Now the wrought-iron girl,
she died the day she was born.
Some flowers never bloom.
Some vows are never sworn.
I’ve seen her walk in front of trains just so she can feel the breeze.
I’ve seen her take the hardest man and put him right on his knees.
Till he ain’t got words.
Or the breath to set them free.
I leather in the sun just thinking about her summer moan.
Drown in all the salt and her steady hands call me home.
I let her burn the brakes.
And she calls me home.
Now the wrought-iron girl,
she died the day she was born.
Some flowers never bloom.
Some vows are never sworn.
“Are ya’ lonely, son?” she asks me, sucking on the darkest leaf.
“Yes, ma’am,” it comes my answer. I’m lonesome as a king.
Fallen off my throne.
Gave away my queen.
Gave away my queen…
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8. |
Tire Swing
05:27
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Oh, how I like
that lick in your hair, that hitch in your stride.
Oh, how I like
the holes in your breath, the fields in your eyes.
Don’t ever leave this town.
You are my one true friend.
Don’t ever leave this town.
I won’t be this young again.
Oh, how your dress
waves in the wind as you ride on the swing.
Oh, how your skin
glows in the light the sun slowly brings.
Don’t ever leave this town.
You are my one true friend.
Don’t ever leave this town.
I won’t be this young again.
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9. |
I'd Still Ask for You
03:25
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If snow never fell again in winter,
I’d make my angels in the dust.
If rain never fell again in autumn,
I’d weep till my tears could rust.
If the wind never howled through my screen door,
I’d wonder if the earth was through.
And if I had one wish before it all fell apart,
I’d still ask for you.
If birds never sang again for morning,
I’d bury my dreams in the dirt.
If crickets never chirped across the dusk,
I wonder what the moon was worth.
If the stars didn’t glow across that endless sky,
baby, I’d be so lonesome and blue.
And if I had one wish before it all fell apart,
I’d still ask for you.
I’d still ask for you…
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10. |
Neptune Diner Blues
07:16
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I live in a big black truck. I live in a roadside diner.
I live in, live in movies I saw too young.
But the heroes have dried up or passed on.
And the women I’ve loved never belonged to me.
So I live in a borrowed room in the biggest town.
I live in, live in the eyes of strangers.
I get the blue-collar shots and the white-collar spite.
But I’m forever in the middle or forever on the outside.
I live in parking lots and ketchup bottles.
I live in, live in liquor store lights.
And no one wants to hear folk songs anymore.
They wanna’ dance and dance. They don’t wanna’ cry.
So I live in jukebox dollars and cigarette burns.
I live in, live in the things I’ve left behind.
I wanna’ be sold on what everyone else gets.
Off the billboards and their TV sets.
I try not to live in gas stations.
But I keep on payin’ the goddamn rent.
And the senators are tryin’ to marry everyone.
Without a ring or a prenuptial agreement.
I live in my father’s fears and my father’s hands.
I live in, live in the United States.
American soldiers flood the airport.
And the citizens don’t know what to do or say.
I live in omelet eggs and home fried hearts.
The busboy’s stare across the Gulf of Mexico.
And if I bleach my teeth will I get rich?
And if I fuck someone famous will I get famous?
I live in western shirts and shotgun seats.
I live in, live in the end of romance.
She says she’s on birth control. She says I’m in control.
And I feel so guilty for losin’ my job.
For all the things I’ve learned, I’ve lost some things.
And I shake like an autumn leaf when I let them in.
They want their taxes. They want their names back.
They want the ink. They want the strings.
Do I have the right to miss them?
Do I have the right to look for them?
Do I have the right to know them?
Do I have the right to need them?
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