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Dead Ends
02:59
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In the parlance of the time they eloped
Went on down to mexico
Got married on the beach
Beyond her parents reach
That’s all that anybody really knows
I can only tell you what I’ve been told
After their “I Do’s” the trail went cold
No one’s seen them alive
Since nineteen sixty five
They just got in their beat up car & drove
They told all their friends
You’ll never hear from us again
Love means more than the color of your skin
Her ma & her pa flew down from Arkansas
But all they found was a road full of dead ends
I like to imagine how it went
A bunch of kids a picket fence
Sometimes you’ve gotta find
A way to leave it all behind
Before you can start to really live
They told all their friends
You’ll never hear from us again
Love means more than the color of your skin
Her ma & her pa flew down from Arkansas
But all they found was a road full of dead ends
All they found was a road full of dead ends
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I had a friend named John DeMent everybody called him Jack
He lived on chapel street in a one room clapboard shack
Hadn’t kissed a girl since Deb at senior prom in ‘98
He left her at the party and slipped out the back gate
He always was an odd duck my mother’s fond of saying
He was doing crosswords puzzles while the other kids was playing
Jack never had a problem with being on his own
He went out of his way to walk this world alone
One night I asked him bout it when we were both out of our heads
He looked at me with secret eyes leaned in close & said
I’ve never told another soul brother I confess
The only thing that makes me happy is the pursuit of loneliness
I introduced him to my cousin Pam down at Debra’s Pub
They danced to Patsy Cline like two people in love
But Jack was a magician I looked up and he was gone
When he missed the bus to work I knew something must be wrong
One night I asked him ‘bout it when we were both out of our heads
He looked at me with secret eyes leaned in close & said
I’ve never told another soul brother I confess
The only thing that makes me happy is the pursuit of loneliness
All the lights were on as I knocked hard on his front door
I peeked in through the window Jack was lying on the floor
One artificial rose gripped tightly in his hand
The coroner said a heart attack he never stood a chance
Do not cry for Jack DeMent let’s raise a glass instead
One night with secret eyes he leaned in close & said
I’ve never told another soul brother I confess
The only thing that makes me happy is the pursuit of loneliness
Here’s to old Jack & the pursuit of loneliness
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In the Golden Years
04:06
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Had to sell the old ford when my eyesight started going
Now I catch the bus to work at sunrise every morning
My friends retired poolside playing game of cards
But I’m still flippin flapjacks the hours long & hard
In the golden years no it wasn’t supposed to be this way
I put on my best suit to go sit in the park
& think about them good old days
& think about them good old days
When my wife passed away the bankers made their calls
Sent the Sheriff down to storm my castle walls
I raised up the white flag high in surrender defeat
Now my kingdom spans only four hundred square feet
In the golden years no it wasn’t supposed to be this way
I put on my best suit to go sit in the park
& think about them good old days
& think about them good old days
I come here every Sunday rain or shine or snow
Feeding all the pigeons remembering long ago
When life was a picture postcard nice enough to make me weep
Now I pray the darkness will take me while I sleep
In the golden years no it wasn’t supposed to be this way
I put on my best suit to go sit in the park
& think about them good old days
I put on my best suit to go sit in the park
& think about them good old days
Them good old days
Them good old days
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Your Dad's Old Car
03:33
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Your Dad’s old car smells like stale cigars
You drive it faster than it was meant to go
You kill the lights on back roads at night
And lately you’ve been taking the long way home
Pretty blue dress your hair all a mess
Eyes wilder than I have ever seen before
You sing along to the same sad song
Cuz you can't stand to talk to me anymore
Looking everywhere but where you’re going
Smoking cigarettes your face it glows like fire
Keep your eyes on the road babe I don’t want to die this way
You say don't worry daddy thinks I'm a good driver
Your friends in town wish you would slow down
They look at me like they know it’s all my fault
But the country life never fit you right
& you'll leave me where gravel meets the asphalt
Looking everywhere but where you’re going
Smoking cigarettes your face it glows like fire
Keep your eyes on the road babe I don’t want to die this way
You say don't worry daddy thinks I'm a good driver
Most nights I spend with an ear to the wind
On the front porch nursing a beer alone
As if I’ll hear you shift to low gear
Coming over the hill on your way back home
Looking everywhere but where you’re going
Smoking cigarettes your face it glows like fire
Keep your eyes on the road babe I don’t want to die this way
You say don't worry daddy thinks I'm a good driver
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The Gift of Goodbye
04:44
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The barn burned down last night
Forty horses inside
Couldn't save em
No matter how they tried
Flashing through the sky
Sirens red & white
Couldn't tame it
Til the morning light
Gone ain’t no reason why
Gone in the blink of an eye
When you love something someone
Love em a whole ton
Hug em & hold it tight
That’s the gift of goodbye
That’s the gift of goodbye
Nothing but wet ash
Melted down horse shoes
Tragedy senseless
Said the evening news
Gone ain’t no reason why
Gone in the blink of an eye
When you love something someone
Love em a whole ton
Hug em & hold it tight
That’s the gift of goodbye
That’s the gift of goodbye
Hitched in the trailer I kicked & I cried
Never got to say goodbye
When you love something someone
Love em a whole ton
Hug em & hold it tight
That’s the gift of goodbye
That’s the gift of goodbye
The barn burned down last night
All my friends inside
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Nick Nace
Nick Nace was born & raised in the wilds of Canada. His father made his first guitar out of a old pine tree that had been struck by lightning. The night he got it he dreamt of New York City. The day after he was on a south bound train.
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